.R O L E P L A Y.
[Antihero or Antivillain]
by Kuuro Kitten
Pfff...what ever man.
So today was just your typical day. I was minding my own busines when some idiot kid goes flying into the street after his ball. I'm like "Oh joy that can't be good." And sure enough he got hit by a truck. Poor kid didn't have a chance. I had nothing to do with the incident but because of my association with that blasted agency...or lack thereof... (it disbanded), I get reemed big time.
The kid's mother rushes out to collect her son in disbelief hugging him to her boosm as she whimpers in pain. I watched the whole thing in silence for a while before pulling out my cell to call it in to the police. As I hang up the phone a guy from out of no where points his craggy fingers at me screaming "Evo... the Evo did it!"
"What the hell, man! I didn't do s**t!" I wailed back but it was already like a match had been struck and the flames got started. To pour gasoline to the issue he goes so far as to attack me but like hell I'm just going to take it so let a small burst of my powers loose. He goes flying into the glass of some store we were standing near; lo and behold I am condemned.
"He is an Evo... he pushed my son into the street! You murderer...you evil excuse for a living thing... bring back my son! Bring him back!"
Right lady if I had the power to do that I probably wouldn't bother not with the attitude she had but I could understand her grief. Even so one of the kids in the neighborhood I guess had a glimspe of me before and blurted out, "Hey he's the lead singer/guitarist for that Underground band...I didn't know he was an Evo.... why would you kill a little boy?"
So at this point I'm like seriously pissed. I understand the kids gone but I had nothing to do with it. By this time the police show and of course I didn't think better to just ignore the lot of them and continue on... no I had to stay there long enough to have the group cry wolf to the cops.
So I get detained and taken in for questioning. Sick a** questioning as they have me tied to the table. Sure I could easily have gotten loose but what's the fun in that? After a little bit more of the beatings I finally give them reason to understand my case.
I told them calmly and word for word what happened and how. Not once did I hesitate, flinch or look away. They knew I wasn't lying but even so one of those pigs looked a bit nervous around me...that much was for sure. He excused himself taking his partner with him and within minutes they returend ready to convict me...
But before then my manager had showed up... (It pays to have a self-proclaimed lawyer....), well actually he's just a good liar and knows a lot about the legal system is all. Thankfully I got free and managed to get out just dodging the bullet from the press. I admit it was general flak but the less the public knows or hears about me the better.
I would much rather have been known for my band then for my lack of servitude. So anyway, the point of this was the conversation in the care with my manager, Rayborn. He says: "Your lack of responsibility has been getting worse lately, Erol. You wanna tell me why you didn't help that boy?"
I wasn't going to answer him straight away but Rayborn had a way of getting to me. Rather then dealing with that I just spilled the beans. "Wasn't my call."
"What? Why would you say that... aren't you suppose to be protecting these people?"
By this time I didn't see any reason to explain myself but for the benefit of not talking for that time I shifted around looking for my smokes. When I found them I was just about to light one up when Rayborn smacked the cig from my hands. "Hey! What gives?"
"You a*****e... what's going on in that blonde head of yours, smart guy? A kid jumps out in the street and you do nothing to save him? I mean absolutely nothing....?"
"Like I said it wasn't my call. I was practically a half a block away, my back was turned and I only had seconds to even notice the kid in the street before I could react. Sure I could have ran to save him and got us both killed... or maybe hit him with a shockwave and then ******** up the structure of the building behind him... it was weak that much I could tell." I said pausing to capture another cig and light it before he had a chance to react. "If I had done that the building would collapse and kill more than that boy. Also there was a gasline pipe under that building... the explosion would only finish what the collapsing building hadn't. As heartless as my actions may seem I had already been looking at the bigger picture... do you think I just run around town with air in my head?"
Rayborn sighed realizing that I was in some part correct. Even so it would seem he thought there was something more I could have done to perhaps save the boy. I on the other hand was not going to argue with him on it...
"Ray..." I sighed softly looking out the window. "Everyday I think about the devestation I could cause to myself, you...everyone and anyone. Just one well placed shockwave could cause some serious damage. Saving one boy's life out of many is not worth it. I'm sorry if this doesn't sit well with you but... even after all this time... back then. If that was only the beginning of the damage I could cause... what do you think will happen if I let myself get too emotionally invovled with my surroundings?"
Ray seemed to think about this. He didn't know the details about my life but back then I was a highly emotional child. It wasn't until after my powers were discovered that I had become detatched... it was by Akila's good grace that she managed to open my mind and heart again. And just as easily she shifted those feelings in me... wonder what she's doing now?
At any rate there was no way I could save the kid. Better his death be a means to an end then unleash something that even I am unprepared for. By the time Ray had dropped me off at our usual hang out, he was already in one of his moods. Going on about wether I should be classified as an antihero or antivillain. That was a laugh for sure...
"I'm neither... I'm just me. Good ol' Avery besides me a hero? Pfff... that's a laugh. And you know I can't come up with a diabolical laugh to save my life. What is it.. Mwahaha...*cough* *hack* Haha...yeah... leave that to the professionals."
"You're an a*****e is what you are."
"Glad you noticed... now get me a beer. And the next time you smack my smokes out of my hands like that I'll be naming an attack after you. Get me?"
The day had went by fairly well after that. A few blips about the boy's death on the news but nothing dealing with "the capture of an Evo" or anything along those lines...thankfully. Even so, there were some Underground commercials with a quick reference to my band Poor Unfortunate Souls and the other various groups that play there. All in all it was a good day.. maybe not for some but life still went on.
I only wish I knew what I was doing here...
