posters note-This ain't my novel, I take zero credit for this. I want no praise, make no money, nor even think I deserve anything.

The author of this fanfiction is Mizuki_Stone on Spacebattles forum, I started reading it this morning on my way to work, unfortunately I have long, dry, and boring shift with very little breaks in between.

But what I do have is a lack ppl around to distract or disturb me, hence I usually listen to FF with the audiobook feature. which is why I am 'temporarily' borrowing this fiction and posting ot here so I can listen to it and try not to go crazy.

If you have the time, please swing over to Spacebattles and give the OG writer some love plz, homie is a Boss.


Prologue

:We are all but actors on a stage

Have you ever felt like your life isn't your own? Like you're stuck in a role you weren't meant to play?

Welcome to my life.

My name is Dwight Underwood. Or rather now it is. And I'm fresh into my sixteenth year of life... while remembering being in my mid twenties not too long ago somewhere else.

Yeah I know, sounds crazy right? Not crazy 'haha' but crazy in the 'you should get some counselling for that', which I would except that I can't talk about it.

And I don't mean that I can't talk about it because I'm afraid of something bad happening on my record I mean Iliterally cannot talk about it. I open my mouth to say something and just... nothing comes out. A secret locked inside my head I can't tell anyone.

Which is creepy as fuck.

But then again, capes are supposed to be messed up right?

Oh, right, capes. Capes are... well people in capes. Well not literally capes. Costumes. Superheroes and supervillians. Some of the costumes have capes but those fell out of favor early. Crazy people with superpowers basically.

Those are a thing.

Annnnd I am one of them. Minus the costume part anyway. Though my powers are kind of lame in the 'super' department. I mean they look cool, but... Not really that practical in the face of stuff like handguns and things, but they certainly had some cool presentation to them.

I mean, everyone wanted to be a blaster. Well if they couldn't be an Alexandria Package anyway. Super strength, invulnerability and Flight were a hard mix to beat.

But on the other hand, my powers could grow with time. That was an edge few could boast. And magic types were rare, even if most ended up mocked if they openly called themselves that.

Give me some time and I could get one of those 'top of the line' powers, maybe fake another one, and hit hard in my own way by developing what I had. Legend was just as cool as Alexandria after all.

...Here I am talking about coolness like I really was a teenager. Well I guess in terms of glands and stuff I was. Or was I just a teenager with a lot of information downloaded into my brain?

This was really messed up. For now all I could do is play my part.

I was definitely going to try and test out of school though at least, regardless of anything else. Winslow sucked.

Or maybe I should really think about joining the Wards? I mean that was the heroic thing to do right? But at the same time I had to seriously think on how I wanted to approach that.

Being a hero sounded awesome but... would I really be able to do that sort of thing? Walk around in spandex shooting fiddly little lasers?

It seemed...smarterto level up a bit first. Spend more time thinking on my options and trying to get up to the level of something useful.

Or maybe I was just procrastinating because the idea of entering combat with weak powers scared me.

Then again that was just another thing to think about wasn't it?

Adjusting my backpack I continued my trek to the hell that was highschool. At least I'd have a few more minutes before the glory that was the American Educational system went too work doing its best to scrub any semblance of thought from my brain.