I sat in the living room eating cereal on a particularly dark summer morning. My dad went to work, but my mom and I stayed home. I wish we hadn’t.
Everything was fine until after lunch. I was my playing video games as my mom did the dishes.
Then we heard it. There was a big boom from downstairs. It sounded like a door being slammed open. We thought we were fine. That it was probably just an angry couple that had a disagreement. That nothing would happen to us. There were plenty of angry people in our apartment building. But it wasn’t an angry couple... It was way worse.
We then heard the loud and alarming sound of somebody stomping up the stairs. That was when my mom told me to hide in the cabinet and I fearfully obeyed. She herself hid behind the counter. The stomping noise grew louder as the person came closer to our apartment. I shivered in fear as The noise grew louder. What was happening? I could only imagine the worst. There were so many shady people around where I lived.
But I wasn’t too worried. Superheroes were all over the city, ready to save anyone in need. People relied on them all the time.
Our apartment door was finally kicked open after the long series of stomping. I watched everything through the blinds of the cabinet door:
There was a man in an all black suit accompanied with a black facemask on. He stopped and his head turned as he looked around the apartment.
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this…” I heard him mutter quietly. He had a soft and harmless voice, which was unlike the deep and aggressive voice that I was expecting from the suspicious figure. My fears decreased slightly. But what was going on? This seemed strange in a way.
The man began to walk around and I repeatedly glanced at the counter where my mother was hiding behind.
Then I saw something else.
The most beloved superhero in all of New York, Illusionist, was watching everything through the kitchen window just behind the counter. Whatever was going on, I knew that I was safe. I was sure of it.
The man walked towards the cabinet that I was hiding in. I glanced at Illusionist, who hasn’t moved at all. He probably had a plan, though. He wouldn’t let anything happen to a civilian, especially a little girl. He was a superhero! Saving people was his job. The man grabbed the cabinet handle. I was petrified in fear. Illusionist still didn’t move.
I suddenly heard the metallic sound of pots and pans banging together. My mother was distracting him for me. The man stopped and turned to the direction that the noise was coming from. She was doomed, and I was way too terrified to move. She had sacrificed herself for me!
Illusionist still hadn’t moved. What was he doing? The man in dark clothes slowly advanced towards the cabinet and found her.
A shriek escaped my mother’s mouth as she met her untimely end. I wanted to scream, but my mom had just died to protect me, and I wasn’t going to throw that away. But I looked at Illusionator with fury replacing my former feeling of shock.
He just watched it all happen! And he did nothing. He was supposed to be a superhero!
“I...I shouldn’t have done this,” The man said regretfully, looking at his bloodied knife. “I shouldn’t have agreed to this…” He swallowed as he walked towards the door of the apartment. I had no clue about what he was talking about, nor did I care very much.
As soon as the murderer left, I grabbed the house phone and called the cops. They arrived ten minutes later and began bombarding me with questions. I answered each question truthfully while choking back the tears and silently praying for that day to end, or for it all to end up being some really bad dream.
The police called my dad and he arrived shortly later. I was told to go to sleep as the cops began interrogating him.
I realized four things that day: Superheroes are biased, they help who they want to help, the world would be better and fairer without them, and all superheroes need to be terminated.
That day, I decided to do something about the superjerks crawling around New York: I decided to end the madness that superheroes called helping.
My name is Cassie Harris.
I am the Hero Huntress.
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