In my opinion, if you want to be a hero, you should (as a general rule of thumb) have a power that you can use.

My power isn't anything cool or flashy. It's quite boring, actually.

I have the power of total self-sustenance.

Yay me. I don't have to sleep. I'm living a toddler's dream. I do't need to excrete, eat or even drink.

Wow. Really strikes fear into the heart of a villain, doesn't it?

I've been practicing Martial Arts since I could walk, so I guess that's a plus. Most popped think that my power is super-reflexes, but its really not.

Against a super-villain with long-distance powers I'm helpless.

But who are we if not risk-takers.

People's whole lives are wrought with challenges and they don't quit. It's been my dream since I knew what a super-hero was and I can't just quit because I don't have the most flashy power, and I'm not the handsomest hero, and I'm not really the smartest either. I have perseverance, and I know I can do this.

Plus I can work the night shift.

"Why won't you give up?"

Not invincible, but brave.

No one can stop me.

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"You're worthless, Red." Mother spits at me, "You got kicked out of another school?! Are you kidding? You throw away your future like an idiot!"

I stand in front of her, my cheeks reddening with fury, "That is not my fault! Bad luck just follows me everywhere!"

"Oh sure! Get the hell out of here. If you won't get your shit together then get out of my house, you little leech."

"You want me gone?" I ask, "I'll go to Grandma's house. At least she gives a shit about me."

I spin and turn fast so Mother can't see the tears welling in my eyes.

"The slums of Fiaba are no place for a young woman like you." I look up to see a hooded man towering above me. I try to walk around him but he blocks me, "Scared?"

"Get out of my way, old man!" I yell. Yelling helps. Nobody can hear the quiver of my voice when I am yelling.

He tugs on my red hood, "You really don't know what you're doing. Let me help you." His voice turns gentle, "I knew another little girl, many years ago who almost got killed wandering the streets alone. She was quite similar to you."

It's like a spell is cast over my brain, slowing my heartbeat and turning the fight in my limbs to dust, "Thank you." I gulp.

"But of course," He drawls.

I show him the way to grandmother's house, something is clearly wrong. The door is open. The house is cold and dark and empty.

"Grandma?" I call out, "It's me, Red."

I turn around and the hooded man is standing right in front of my face.

My blood freezes in my veins.

He's got a gun.

"Never trust strangers, sweetheart."

I squeeze my eyes shut at the same time a deafening bang claps though my ears.

A dull thump penetrates through the ringing.

I turn around to see a dead Werewolf at my feet with a bloody hole torn through him.

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Today I went into my backyard with a shovel. I started digging this huge hole. I dug and dug until I was on the other side of the world in China!

Now, I wouldn't say madness lay on the other side, but it was crazy cool there. Like, cool with a Kewl. There were tall towers and fast trains.

Anyway, I went home and that was truly crazy. In the time that I had been gone, people started wearing absurd makeup and sending children between the ages of 12-18 to fight in a battle arena.

Helen was sure of who she married.

That's what she thought. Her husband had always been sweet, caring, and thoughtful. He was her second half.

This is, until the day he was put in prison for murder of a young woman named Elena. Helen knew he couldn't have possibly done such a horrible thing. That is not who her husband is. He can't be.

The next day there is a notice that he is on the death row.

Helen knows he loves her, knows that he is innocent.

The spark is still there, ever since college. She will love him and even against the whole world, will believe in him. Even if he doesn't care anymore, he will always have one person. One biggest fan. One best friend. One wife.

Did you know that there are hundreds of subgenera inside the genre of fiction. The best is obviously sci-fi. (Sorry haters, I really don't care about your injudicious opinions. >:) There are many subgenera of sci-fi, including but not limited to: (*Deep breath* Bear with me here) Space Opera (Star Wars), Cyberpunk (Neuromancer, I liked that book.), Time Travel (Back to the Future. Obvi), Dystopia (My favorite genre with books like Legend by Marie Lu, Sky Without Stars by Jessica Brody and Joanne Rendell, Renegades by Marissa Meyer, and a LOT others), Space Western (I don't actually know any of these ones type in the comments if you do.), Anyway, I like Sci-fi, if you didn't get the message.