Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
A prologue.
In front of a moving American flag backdrop, the school's name was printed in bold. A figure sat in a large red-orange cabin isolated from cities. Another American flag hoisted upon a rusting pole was seared at its edges near the front porch. The cabin was four stories tall and had fresh paint on its walls. Miniature cameras disguised as hawks were staked at every corner.
Steam rose from a silver mug next to a figure seated behind numerous monitors. Its tongue hung out of its mouth like a dog thirsting for water. One hand was profusely clicking on the mouse navigating through the site while the other hand was wrapped around a silver pocket knife with its sharp blade gnawing at the table. The coating was pared from the wood, a tally chart counting down the days till the "Concoction of Justice" had been sketched. They sighted a rectangular box with the words "application" written within the space.
This "Concoction of Justice" was manifested by their complete and utter animosity. Its hatred brewed overtime towards the system that had wronged them. This system, corrupt and inequitable, was dressed up by its backers into something as pure as a virgin's body. To scorn each and every supporter, to bury them beneath their own fecal matter, that would be ethereal. With a blueprint this detailed, this want seemed so close they could grip it by the neck.
The application was a prodigious one. It was one that pried too far into their personal life and their origins. So they did what ration told them to do and conjured the dirtiest lie ever.
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"I'd like to thank you all for joining my family and I today for celebrating this astounding major milestone not only for my career but for all Pro-Heroes in America." a tall elderly average-sized Caucasian man spoke to the audience behind a podium on a church stage. The guests had waited eagerly for the man to give his speech.
Three towering tempered glass sculptures of crosses occupied the rear of the stage. They glistened like diamonds in the path of the sunlight. Event and academy backers were aligned with fingers laced together like a synchronized pose. He had been disgorged from a secluded elevator in the corner of the stage with several other businessmen. A barcode was printed on each of their necks, gaining curious whispers.
He felt like a formidable leader clad in an exorbitant suit with his closest comrades not too far behind him. The audience applauded dramatically in the pews looking up to this man as if he were something more than them. In the first row, a young woman rose from her seat clapping to show as though she had more gratitude.
A few eyes were sent towards the direction of the blonde fox. Lena Buckman was the wife of the man on stage, Kenneth. She was a former model famous for her Playbunny Magazine photoshoot. "Women Can Be Sexy With Clothes On," the campaign spouted. It garnered her positive attention from a slew of conservative middle-aged mothers. Nevertheless, they weren't Playbunny's targeted demographic and the company lost millions.
Lena did gain one man's attention.
Kenneth Buckman, a religiously orthodox man, was currently one of the nation's most popular former Pro-Hero. He didn't hesitate to successfully seduce the "wholesome" woman. Kenneth was the founder of American Hero Trainers, a gym for tracking and developing the progress of people with Quirks. There were currently around three hundred locations in the US, but Kenneth sought to expand this business. This, however, was not the reason for today's gathering.
Hawkins Hero Academy was to open in just one month. It was the latest gossip brewing in Pennsylvania as it was being opened in Philadelphia, the Buckmans current state of residency. As a Pro-Hero, Kenneth was known as a brute force. Not only was he physically gifted, but he was as cunning as a fox.
"To empower youth and to help restore our society's traditional values is this school's overarching goals. We will no longer stand idle and watch our children be corrupted by media and this nation's twisted idea of freedom." Kenneth's eyes grew warm as they traveled over to his son, Kyle. "My son Kyle is truly a blessing from God. He always takes it upon himself to study the teachings our ancestors left as they lived and developed the correct way. We now live in a time where there is a little moral compass."
A teenage-male with long dirty blonde hair pinned into a bun looked up onto the stage with a black expression. It wasn't until his mother, Lena nudged his calf with the bottom of her heel, did he rise from his seat to clap. He was present, but she knew he wasn't truly present. She'd scold him later about it.
"It's time for us to bring structure back into this nation! It's time for our heroes to cater to this nation and not just when we are under attack by malicious villains, but when there are natural disasters or when we have someone corrupt sitting in the office like we do now! Believe me, they're just as malicious as those low-life thugs!" the audience roared with applause and joined Lena in standing up in gratitude. The church was swept with reverence for the academy's founders.
This was yet another leap forward for the politically charged Pro-Hero. America's true "revival" would begin in this academy.
Hawkins Hero Academy.
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