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I'm no superman pt IINick groaned and opened his eyes. His head was hurting, but it was a dull ache. He blinked and then looked around and realized he was in a dimly lit room. He gasped and sat up and then tried to figure out exactly where he was, because the last thing he remembered was being in the middle of the street.
He appeared to be inside a bedroom, not a cell or anything, so either Simon was showing odd kindness, or someone else had saved him. “Hello?” He called.
Then a man stepped into the doorway, his arms crossed, and he tilted his head a bit. “How’re you feeling?” He asked. Nick didn’t recognize him, but he seemed friendly.
“Alright, I suppose.” Nick said with a small shrug. “But...oh my god, my friends! I have to go.” He jumped up and then started to push by him, but the man didn’t seem to want him to leave.
“Slow down. You can’t run out while you’re as beat up as you are.” He said. “I know where y
I'm no supermanA young man walked down the street, staring at the sidewalk and tucking his hands into his jean pockets as he tried to keep himself from making eye contact with anyone he passed by. He needed to be invisible for as long as he could and, due to a very terrible mistake, he was having to quit a lot of things he used to do and go under the radar. Nick was the superhero of this city, and his identity had been leaked.
Everyone knew now that the completely average Nickolas Fletcher-Hodgkiss was the incredible hero, mainly known as Wonder Boy. Nick could never come up with a proper alias for himself, so he just stuck to the name given in the paper headlines, and he felt it suited him well enough. He was able to protect the city at night, and go to school and play his music at local bars during the days and some evenings. He was a badass, and yet still could maintain his normal personality, but now...now that had all suddenly been ripped away from him.
He couldn’t be the same average joe
Reaping - Alec WattAlec arrived home early from working in the factory. He was feeling a little tired, but mostly he had a lot to think about. Tomorrow was the Reaping, and he knew he was going to end up on the chopping block. Not that he'd give his parents the satisfaction of knowing they had just set about ruining his life, but there was a chance they wouldn't be picked, too. He was truly, honestly hoping their name wouldn't be called.
He walked in the door and he saw his parents speaking together in hushed voices. He frowned, but stayed out of their line of vision and crept up to the doorway, leaning back against the wall and just listening.
"I say we just volunteer." His mother said. "It's not common for people of this District to volunteer. That way we know for sure that he'll be in the Games."
"We might get some judgment for that, don't you think?" His father pointed out.
"I'm not sure that I care, Ivan. Alec is crude, rebellious, and hasn't listened to a single word we've said since the day he lea
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