Super Hero-Illegal

(14 years earlier) We stood on the precipice of the Marah generation, where a frenzy gripped the council. A single vote had the power to shift the very foundations of our world, leaving people disoriented and unsteady from the seismic impact. The resulting ripples would send the entire assembly into a state of chaos, only to eventually subside into clarity. I, Bucky Becklek, found myself amidst the council, engaged in a heated debate regarding the legality of superheroes. As I stood in front of the mirror, meticulously tending to my jet-black hair in preparation for the upcoming meeting, I couldn't help but feel a sense of readiness. Being a Skannyy had honed my abilities to tackle any challenge thrown my way. There was nothing I couldn't handle, no obstacle I couldn't conquer. With confidence radiating from my every step, I made my way towards the council chamber, fully prepared to assert my unwavering opinion. As I entered the room, my fellow councilors were already seated, awaiting my presence. "Welcome," one of them greeted, acknowledging my arrival.

"What on earth?" he exclaims, his hand forcefully colliding with the table, causing a resounding thud. "There is absolutely no room for confusion here, my dear friends. Villains, in their malevolent nature, are known to take lives. Even the most intellectually challenged individual would possess this basic knowledge."

"Are you insinuating that I am intellectually challenged?" he retorts, his countenance displaying a volatile mixture of anger and frustration, as if a single spark could ignite his explosive temperament.

"Relax, my friend, before you inadvertently damage your composure," she interjects, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. A faint chuckle escapes her lips, as if she finds the situation mildly entertaining. I concur with her sentiment. She is entitled to her opinion, just as he is entitled to his.

Now, during our well-deserved break, I find myself pondering the potentiality of superheroes being deemed illegal. The mere thought of such a notion is utterly preposterous. It would undoubtedly spell doom for our world, a catastrophic sentence of annihilation.

During this respite, we have the freedom to wander aimlessly or attend to our personal needs, such as visiting the lavatory. It is during this interval that I approach the young lady who had previously expressed her discontent towards the hot-headed individual.

"Excuse me," I address her, my voice filled with empathy. "I must say, I wholeheartedly concur with your sentiments."

"Oh, indeed? I cannot fathom anyone who would hold a contrary opinion," she responds, her tone tinged with a hint of incredulity.

"Absolutely absurd," I exclaim, raising my hands in a gesture of disbelief.

A smile graces her lips as she clinks her drink against mine. "I must say, I find myself quite fond of you," she declares, her words accompanied by a gentle clinking sound.

I stood there, my eyes widening in surprise as her words hung in the air. "Wait, really?" I asked, my voice filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips, as she extended her hand towards me. "After this, want to go on a date?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of anticipation. I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness as I replied, "Sure, I don't mind."

As soon as those words left my mouth, our break came to an end. I couldn't help but feel a sense of eagerness to return to the argument I had been engaged in with the bearded man. He sat there, comfortably settled in his chair, absentmindedly scratching his beard. I couldn't help but find his beard slightly ridiculous, but I pushed that thought aside as I focused on the conversation at hand.

"Hey," the bearded man said, his voice sounding slightly more composed than before. "You think these kids are ever going to stop?" he asked, a low growl emanating from the back of his throat. I turned my head to face him, frustration evident in my voice as I replied, "Do you ever think these villains are going to stop?"

The conversation seemed to be going nowhere, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration building within me. I also couldn't shake off the feeling that this argument was going to drag on for longer than I had anticipated. I desperately hoped that it would come to an end soon, as it felt like a broken record playing on repeat. The bearded man tapped his head, a gesture that seemed to emphasize his point, and said, "If the economy is broken, more people will starve of hunger.

“Think about it, wait for a second, matter of fact you should take four B.” He says smiling scratching his beard.

“Your dumb,” I replied. Everybody went silent as soon as that. It is like at school when you get in trouble. Somebody ticked the teacher's last nerve. I imagined myself in a classroom as all the students looks at me. They all said they're oh's. As I became confused about what I had done, my heart started racing. The teacher tells me to go to the principal's office. As soon as I reach the office, my mind snaps back to reality.

“Hey, if you're going to call me dumb, pay attention, and don't leave the planet Earth.”  I rolled my eyes back right at myself. I just gave this guy satisfactorily what he wanted. Ugh, why am I so dumb?

“We should take a vote,” One of the old ladies that looked so old that she could collapse on the floor at any moment said. Everybody stood up. Ready to vote. “Raise your hand if you want to make superheroes illegal,” As everyone around me stood up, I remained seated, along with the black woman whom I had just met. The distance between us felt much greater than I had anticipated. I had expected us to be closer, united in our beliefs. But alas, it seemed that something had gone awry. I couldn't help but wonder, have people become so blinded by societal norms that they fail to recognize the consequences of their actions? The wire of reality will inevitably trip society, exposing the truth for all to see. In the grand scheme of things, this idea will undoubtedly backfire, causing an explosion of realization in their narrow-minded eyes. However, amidst the chaos, she extended her sympathy towards me. "I'm sorry about what happened," she said, gently patting my shoulders. It was in that moment that I realized we were the only ones who truly comprehended the gravity of the situation. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, we would persevere. She reminded me to focus on the positives of the Oren Generation, even though it would undoubtedly be a difficult task considering the profound changes our mindset would undergo in the next two decades. Nevertheless, no matter what transpired, I knew I had her by my side, offering unwavering support. Fast forward seven years, and our lives had taken a somewhat contented turn. Society had already begun its descent into decay. I had married her, Selica Garner, the woman who had once been my counselor in those very seats. Love had blossomed between us, leading to our union in matrimony. And now, we were eagerly awaiting the arrival of our second child, a testament to the happiness we had found in each other's arms. Our lives were a delicate balance of joy and uncertainty, a blend of emotions that left us feeling somewhat contented, yet still yearning for more.

(7 years later)

As I stand before the mirror, my fingers gently glide through the silky strands of my hair, coaxing them back into place. With a soft smile playing on my lips, I introduce myself to the reflection staring back at me. "I'm Moona," I whisper, savoring the sound of my own name as it dances off my tongue.