William Stronghold, Bus Driver
When I woke up in the infirmary, I felt my body all screwed up, like I had been hit by a building, and it was kind of truth. With me was Nurse Spex.
– Your vitals are good. – She said after giving a quick step to the side when hammering my leg. – When I did that to your father, he kicked me right into the wall. – She laughed.
Then she used her X-Ray vision to see if I had anything broken, and I didn't, although I felt everything kind of squishy and funny. Finally I asked. – Is there anything wrong with me?
– No dear. – She assured me.
– So why don't I have my powers yet? Everyone else has them except me. – I replied, thinking in what I would say to my father when I got home. Will he continue in denial or will he finally accept the fact that is son will never be a superhero, that there will never be "The Stronghold 3, the greatest superhero team the world has ever witnessed".
– Well, when a person falls in a puddle of radioactive wastes or gets bitten by a radioactive thing, their powers appear in the next day. But when the powers are hereditary, there is no way of finding out. You may never get your powers. – She whispered. – In normal cases, when one of the parents is a hero and the other is not, the son can either be a hero or a normal human. So we would expect that when both parents are superheroes, the result would be a hero, but that isn't always true.
– Do you know any case in which that happens?
– Yes, I can. Ron Wilson, the Bus Driver.
Ron Wilson, the human that had gathered up with heroes to maybe experience the feeling of not being totally just human, of being something else, a human among heroes is bonded to be someone important, someone different. Ron Wilson, living eternally in a lie instead of accepting what he really was, nothing more than a human. Was there anything wrong in being just a human? Yes, there was, when you knew you had the ability to be something else. Then I realized that it was not only my father that had been in denial, it was me as well that hoped that my power would someday come, no matter what would come along with it.
In that moment I pictured my future, William Stronghold, Bus Driver, a human among heroes.