❝ i know you're tortured within . . . he held her hand, a gentle smile pulled taut on the face that visited her in her dreams. you'll be the greatest hero there ever was, he always said, his free hand smoothing down the hairs that stood up on the young girl's head, ruffling the hair of he boy who couldn't have been more than five years older. we won't be here to see it, unfortunately. but we'll watch you both from above. you both will make me and your mom proud."do you think so?" the young girl grew giddy, body vibrating in excitement. it was every kid's dream at one point — to be a hero. many dreamed of being doctors, firefighters, police officers, even teachers. then there were children that wanted to wear capes, to shoot lasers out of their eyes. the two children were one of them. but they was different, luckier. they had parents, that were going to make to make them the great heros they dreamed to be.of course. her father laughed as the three walked through two swinging doors. the white lights were blinding to the girl, her eyes blinking rapidly to adjust.silver tables were littered with different vials and tubes filled with colorful liquids, cages with litle animals, samples of something she couldn't quite make out. her brother leaned over to whisper, mom said those are blood samples of mutants.
"how'd they get that?" her brother grinned, placing a finger over his lips. he seemed to know a lot of grown up secrets for someone that had just turned fourteen. and it annoyed her. but if he had truly known everything, he would have saved himself when it came time.for the past five years, she had the same, reoccurring dream. or, moreso, she was remembering a night she so desperately wished she could have forgotten.she and her brother, hye, at the ages of nine and fourteen. they were both bitten by two separate, radioactive spiders. but hye didn't react well to the new radiation that invaded his body. he grew sick, weak. hae, on the other hand, gained powers that allowed her to stick to walls, heightened senses."this is unfair." she held the cold hand of her brother at the age of seventeen, tears swelling in her eyes. "they got to live and die as they pleased. they left us alone, and now you're leaving me, too." he didn't respond. he never did, not when she wanted him to."everything we did . . . we did for the greater good. you'll come to understand one day."she was made a hero. but not without being left alone, not without sacrifices.
