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Heart on Your sleeve

Idk this is supposed to be some kind of epilogue of something I wanted to try and play around with. It kinda plays in around 2021 because it’s supposed to be a few years after some big debacle of things that happen (Including magic yeet) and this is only one of the main characters epilogues, I might add more but I’m not positive. NGL I was kinda crying at the end because I’ve already written the first few parts of the book and I gotta say I’m emotionally invested in Silas.

Silas’s keys jingled as he unlocked the door to his apartment, a ten minute walk from the small New York college campus he was attending. “Hello?” he called out, unsure if any of his roommates were there. It was raining outside, and the mail he had grabbed was a little damp when he looked at it. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the date: October 16th. He frowned at the weight he’s been having on his arms. He’d been like this all day. He left Misty Lake three years ago, and yet today the only thing he could think of was the fading memory of old friends that he couldn’t recall the names too. It wasn’t anything specific, just a line of words here and there that might have been an attempt at cracking a cheesy joke... or to remind him that they needed to go and it was too late. There might have been a movie night at some point, a movie that also made his heart feel even heavier. “Jesus Silas, get your head together,” he muttered to himself as he carried his bag over to his room and dropped it onto his bed. Closing and locking the door, he felt an almost eerie presence coming from his closet. Tears began to well up, and Silas broke down. A flood of emotions breaking through a spell block intended to keep secrets losing all strength. He moved over to the closet and pulled out a little shoe box. It was nothing in particular, it just held things that he liked to remember, in case he wanted to remember the good times.

He opened it up, and there were so many things in there that he could hardly remember. Things that probably held some sort of importance were now being pushed aside to find the one item he couldn’t place a true identity on. He found it at the bottom of the box, it was just another box, this one smaller and older. It looked a little worn around the edges from being held too often. Looking closer at it, he saw the cardboard was a little water damaged, as it continued to be damaged from the tears dropping onto it from Silas. He let out a sob before finally opening it. A picture was inside it and the memories began to flood back, an image of a blonde boy, his curly hair sat just past the ears and eyes blue enough to catch Silas’s vision every time. 

He stared hard at the picture he thought there might be a hole burned into it. The picture was nothing fancy, just what appeared to be a selfie of him and the other boy. Flipping it over, he saw on the back of it:

S&M

October 14th, 2018

“Micah,” he let the lone word flow out of his mouth with a heaviness that made his voice crack. “Michael Quentin fucking Albetross.” He remembered it. He remembered everything, even if it was only going to be for a day. He held the picture, and if only for a moment, it felt like he was being held too, blonde curls resting on his shoulder as arms wrapped around him from behind. “I love you.” Silas wasn’t sure if it was him who said it or the memory of the person holding him, or both.

#Sad #epilogue #original #writing #:(

[spookfactor3k]

Not sure what I’m calling this =/

So this is the first small portion in what I hope is many more to come! I don’t know what I want for a title on this yet but hopefully I figure that out sooner than later. Enjoy :)

Victory,

Once again, congratulations on having made it to the final rounds of our selection process. After having had careful consideration on our part, and countless hours of your valuable time as a shadow to our most respective team members we have finally made a decision on our recruitment. The Cadets regret to inform you that you have not been selected as our new recruit. We believe that you are an amazing hero with just as amazing talents, but see just as much talent in another recruit who we believe may hold more of our ambitions and goals in mind. 

We wish you the best in future endeavors and hope you can make it as far as you can. Feel free to use us as a reference.

Silver Comet

PR and recruitment. Ph.D

Samuel read the note one more time, this time letting his heart fall like a rock in the watery depths of disappointment. Nobody to turn to and give the news in his apartment inside Seattle, home of The Cadets, held only him. Wearing a dark blue jacket and jeans, he let the note drop to the ground and moved his hands to press against his face. Thee outright rejections, one wait list, and two interviews left. “Fantastic,” he said sourly, dropping the piece of paper on the table. Hopefully one of the remaining three pull through. 

Dropping onto the couch, he glanced at one of the few pictures on his sparse, cream colored walls. One of him and his aunt, he was about seven at the time; his powers would begin to manifest a couple years after that. His toothy grin flashing all his baby teeth galore and a couple missing ones. On the top of his head was his aunt’s headpiece, who was crouched next to him in her iconic Tiara costume. She had warned him it was going to be hard to get into a team, he just didn’t realize how hard it was going to be; especially without her help. 

Grabbing the apartment keys, he sighed and went for the door. Hoping to blow off some steam outside, he went down the hallway and into the through the buildings main entrance. At first, he was greeted with the sound of a honking horn. Looking up he spotted some man flip off a car as he jaywalked in front of it. Snorting at the commotion, Sam dropped down the few steps under the door and walked further into the city.

- - -

“You didn’t get the job, huh?” Amanda said, writing down Sam’s usual in her booklet.

“Said they found someone better,” He complained to his roommate.

“Fifty bucks you could have kicked some sense into him,” she mused. “You want fries with that, right?” Sam nodded with a pitiful look on his face. The woman rolled her eyes. “Okay, look here,” she said, sitting down next to him. “I have another table I have to get to, but I can deal with that in…” she looked at the clock, “like forty-five seconds. You’re special, and when I mean special I mean really good at what you want to do. So what if they can throw fireballs or turn invisible, stuff is useless if you can just heal yourself from anything just a couple seconds later. Hell, not to mention you’re bulletproof, Sam. That’s like superpower want number one; pairing that with the fact you can carry up to 60 tons with it only feeling like a cell phone is pretty surreal. You have nothing to worry about, you just gotta wait for the right time.” She winked and flicked his forehead. “I gotta go, make sure you leave a tip this time.” 

Amanda adjusted the brown ponytail her hair was in and approached a booth a few feet away, leaving Sam to sit in his own silence. Nursing a soda, he looked out the window of the table he was sitting in and sighed. Hopefully that opportunity comes soon, before he runs out of money for rent in three months. 

The loud squeak of his opponents shoes signaled an attempt to move. Sam easily parried it and grappled the trainer, capable of slamming him into the ground; instead he let the young Latino man out of the grip and steady himself. “Nice job,” Mario said, hitting Sam’s shoulder in a friendly punch. “Make sure you keep your balance though, I saw you slip up a couple of times” 

Sam acknowledged the comment with a small nod, a stale smile pressed onto his face. Worst case he’d probably just end up working in this gym, helping every other wannabe superhero try and get their way into the business, or maybe just have to deal with Amazona’s Pilates class every Wednesday. Sam accidentally interrupts just one workout class with fifteen different super powered women and he is pretty sure his toes are still twitching from the lightning bolt that hit him on his way out.

Mario tapped him lightly, bringing Sam out of his trance. “You know him?” he asked, jutting out his chin to someone behind them. Sam looked over to see a man, roughly in his college age years leaning on the wall patiently, wearing a black domino mask with a very revealing one piece silver leotard with a leather jacket over it. He looked like he was probably just waiting on Mario to finish up the lesson. 

“Nah, you?”

“Wouldn’t have asked you if I did,” Mario said as he shrugged. “I gotta go, workday’s up and I have a meeting to go to. Catch you at our next session.” 

The two said their goodbyes and Mario went for the door, looking at the man who just kept his eyes trained on Sam. The moment Mario closed the door to the training room behind him, the stranger approached Sam. 

“Hey, uh,” the blonde man seemed to ponder for a second, “you’re Victory, right? Tiara’s nephew.” 

“Who’s asking?” Great, another fanboy looking to try and get to Tiara through her nephew. He thought as he tried to walk past the lean blonde, upon closer inspection he had to be about nineteen or twenty. 

“Attitude like that isn’t going to get you a job, Victory,” He said in cool confidence. “My name’s Autotune, I’ll be conducting your interview for the Lionheart Group.” 

Sam’s stomach dropped and his face started to heat up. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry, I just didn’t think that they’d send someone so… young to do this.”

“Yeah yeah whatever… you can’t really fix what you just said, let’s get this over with.” Autotune rolled his eyes. 

The superhero walked out of the gym, leaving a dumbfounded Victory to stumble after him.

#writing #og #superhero #Pilates is scary #Autotune can scream yup