Why? Why was he so different? Alfred may never know. His father was always saying to him that he was special, well don't all the parents of every different person in the world say that? Alfred was sick of it. He'd rather his dad call him stupid and send him to bed, neglect him and ignore him. Just like he did to his other kids. But no Alfred was special. He needed care because he couldn't handle things himself. He wanted to prove everyone wrong, but ended up with something entirely different.

He had been sitting alone in his room browsing around the internet, the news on the TV behind him.

"In other news, people are begging for a hero in a New York hospital where the entire hospital personal is being held hostage in a try for a large ransom…" Alfred turned in his chair attempting to be as close to the screen as possible. "If only there was someone out there to help…" The news broke off into a commercial, smiling to himself Alfred stood. A hero? Really, everyone knew that people like that don't exist! Not anymore at least.

There had been one man that was a hero. When Alfred was 10 he had passed away. It had been seven year from that day exactly. But that didn't matter. This man was the type that you would never see again. He had blood red hair, hid his eyes behind a large pair of dark sunglasses. This man always had a smile, no a smirk plastered to his perfect face even when he was knocked out of windows or being shot at. This man was truly a hero. With the ability of super human strength this man could lift a train with over one hundred cars and throw it over a mountain if he so wished. But no there was no one here like that. No one with those abilities.

No one…But me…

Alfred thought as he watched the screen he drew away and dashed to his closet in the blink of an eye. Once there he ripped the door open causing the hinges to scream in pain as they were bent in unnatural ways. Alfred dug through his clothes picking out anything that he wouldn't be recognized in. A ski mask? No, they'd mistake him for one of the culprits for sure. How about this hoodie? No same reason. Leather? No one would take him seriously. Here! Perfect!

Alfred pulled out an old pilots jacket that he had never worn. When he had moved here with his father and brothers the jacket had been left in the garage, there was no point in throwing out the old thing, it was in perfect condition. So Alfred had kept it.

He slipped on the jacket and zipped it up over a white tank top. Then he shuffled though his drawers finding a pair of a brownish green pants and slipped them on. Diving back to his closet he fished out his military boots he had bought a few years prior. They had been "in" then. He leaped in front of the mirror and realized…no mask…he had no mask…everyone would know who he was. Grinning to himself he drew a pair of sunglasses from his drawer and put them over his eyes. It worked for him. Reminded him of his hero.

Alfred dashed down the stairs and skidded to a stop in the kitchen. Making sure no one saw him he ran to the front door.

"Bye Pops, headin' out! Be back whenever!" Alfred called out

"Alrighty be safe!" His father called back "Bloody wanker." He added just as Alfred shut the door.

"Alright kick it into over drive!" Alfred bounded down the street and grabbed onto a lamp post. Using it as momentum he flung himself into the air letting wings rip the jacket's back and let him soar into the air.

Now to the hospital!

Wind lashed at his face as he dashed through the air over the city. He shook off the blistering cold as he saw the large red cross symbolizing the hospital. He dove in. Taking great care to not be seen by anyone inside or out. He moved faster.

Then, to his dismay A large streak bolted through the streets. Another one! The two met up in the middle of the street and headed to the hospital.

"What the hell?" Alfred demanded and sped up his flying. They might have people like him on their side. The enemy side. Which meant Alfred more than likely had to go up against, two by the looks of it, people that knew much more on controlling their powers…GREAT!

Alfred landed on top of the hospital then went on his way towards the door that led to the stairs. He grimaced as he saw the flashes again this time bolting up the stairs toward him.

"STOP!" Said an unusually high male voice.

"Bastard! We said stop!" This time a deeper but still pretty damn high and agitated male voice spoke. Alfred complied, for about five seconds before he back up and dove over the edge of the railing. His wigs burst out and tucked back in just as fast. Making him take a faster decent than the two men chasing after him.

"Tell me where the captives are!" Alfred boomed stopping his fall when he was just a few feet under the two. He couldn't see them very well. They must have cut off all the lighting and electricity.

"You tell us!" The pissy voice yelled irritated.

"We would like to know as well!" shrieked the high voice.

"Aren't you the bad guys?" Alfred demanded blunty.

"Nope!"

"Not that I knew of!" Screamed the pissy one. "Your kidding! Stop trying to fool us! You're the bad guy aren't you! BASTARD!" He added taunting Alfred to go over to him and slap him.

"No! Now stop shitting with me! Where are they?" Alfred demanded.

"Why? What good can you do? You can't even fly in a straight line!" The pissy one growled.

"Maybe not! But I have good reasoning! I'M THE HERO!" Alfred shouted feeling pumped he punched the air a couple times then flashed a thumbs up.

"Ve~ That's cool!" Alfred liked this one.

"Oh shut up, bastard! You know how many times we hear that a day?" The other growled.

"I don't know but judging on your reaction…A lot…"

"On a good day! Now shut up and let us deal with this!" Alfred fumed. He had come ALL the way out here and wasn't about to get yelled at by two pissed off Italians! Alfred shook his head,

"Screw you! I ain't going home!" That's when things went to hell. Gun shots fired, Italians cursed and made a mad dash up the stairs and blood was shed. Last thing Alfred saw was a man. He was huge, like a brick wall, his black t-shirt clung tightly to his rippling chest muscles. His face was covered by a typical ski mask and he was carrying a gun. Alfred couldn't recognize what kind from this distance, but it was BIG.

"Shit!" Alfred growled feeling the bullet puncture one of his wings and send him hurtling towards the ground. Ramming into wall after wall Alfred finally smacked against the cold cement ground. "Oww…"

"Merda!" Alfred heard and everything faded.