"I think that we all do heroic things, but hero is not a noun, it's a verb."
Death is supposed to be the end, I mean that's what I've always heard about it anyway. That when it's all over that's it and you don't have anything really to look forward to after but the feeling of having done something with your life, that you had lived. So then, what would I feel? Did I really do anything that amazing in my short ass life and then if I did what would I be listed under by the reaper? A hero, a villain or something in between...really I think I'd fall under both since I never claimed to be either and lord knows many saw both sides of me. Many times Abel told me that we're the heroes in our own stories, even if it means we're the villains in others. Sure it was to make me feel better but, yeah it didn't really help much. Matthew would always say I was a hero, even Peter would smile up at me with a look of pure awe. I was a hero in their eyes sure but too many others, well they'd probably claim I was nothing but a waste of space on the team.
It would explain why I feel so empty inside. But I guess I should start at the beginning of it all if I want to make any sense. Before I was left alone bleeding in the streets after the final epic battle, which we lost by the way, causing the whole fucking world to be sent to hell in a damn handbasket. Back when I wasn't some two bit superhero crawling my way up the social ladder of crime fighters. To before I met Abel...when the only thing I was doing was just trying to live my life, wow it seems so long ago but it's only been two years since those days.
I got time to tell you it now, I really have nothing better to do until death comes and pulls my broken ass up off the pavement. So well guess I'll start with my name. My hero name was 8bit, yeah a dumb name but that's the press for you. Really my god given name was Alfred Jones and I controlled electricity or really...it controlled me.