AN: A short poem how Alfred felt on 9/11.
A Day I'll never forget...
How could a day go so wrong, when everything had been just fine?
It started the same as before, only to end in flames.
So many lives were lost and there's only one to blame.
They died because I live.I live because they died.
The scars will never leave me. Never let me forget.
The day a hero failed. The day I almost died.
It should have never happened. Not to a single soul.
And yet here I stand, the target that was missed.
When a hero fails many lives are lost.
The day I failed, Is one I'll never forget.
There are many things about this day that I never told anyone.
How my life flashed before my eyes. How I forgot to breathe.
How my eyes filled with tears. How I fell to my knees.
Before I new it they began to die, One by one in front of my eyes.
I tried to help them but I could not move.
It felt like a year had past before I hit the ground.
My world had become black and everything went cold.
I can't remember what happened on the day I'll never forget.
AN: I think I might add two more chapters. It'll be 9/11 in Alfred and New York's POV. I don't know when I'll update though. I think Alfred might blame him self for all of the deaths, since he was the target not thoses who died.
