As the nurse tried to save him, he stirred.
He could feel hands trying to spot where he was hurt. He also heard someone ask his name.
"Rackett", he replied, sitting up.
"The Superhero Rackett?", someone asked.
He nodded.
"Are you OK?"
He nodded again.
"Let me off. I'm OK."
They let him off at the sidewalk. Now he would be called The Suicidal Hero.
Not a good look, but he didn't care about that anymore.
He stood on the pavement, watching the ambulance drive off.
He felt a sense of power well up inside him, and he took off into the skies, flying.
He could still hear the city and it's movement, the cries for help, the sirens and the footsteps of a million humans.
He longed nothing more than to leave.
As he stared into the sky, a memory walked into his vision.
It was that woman again, laughing at him, pointing at the sky.
He could feel hands trying to spot where he was hurt. He also heard someone ask his name.
"Rackett", he replied, sitting up.
"The Superhero Rackett?", someone asked.
He nodded.
"Are you OK?"
He nodded again.
"Let me off. I'm OK."
They let him off at the sidewalk. Now he would be called The Suicidal Hero.
Not a good look, but he didn't care about that anymore.
He stood on the pavement, watching the ambulance drive off.
He felt a sense of power well up inside him, and he took off into the skies, flying.
He could still hear the city and it's movement, the cries for help, the sirens and the footsteps of a million humans.
He longed nothing more than to leave.
As he stared into the sky, a memory walked into his vision.
It was that woman again, laughing at him, pointing at the sky.
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