It was night, the dull light from the crescent moon, aided with the faint light of stars, poorly illuminated the dark streets. Being the most popular boy in one of the prominent Elite high schools was a rather demanding unpaid job.Michael sat on the rooftop of his family house, his eighteenth birthday party had just concluded and while there was a mountain of gifts in front of him, he was only interested in one. His best friend, Daniel Hardwood laid unconscious at the far end of the roof, while guests and well wishers left the premises until it was only the two of them left.This was the night he opened Pandora's box, the only gift his father had left him before his death. He was the son of the most renowned superhero in town, and while his parents had powers that granted them superhuman strength, Michael had been born with no supernatural abilities. At first, none of that mattered to him. In the world he lived in, only two percent of the population were able to awaken supernatural

"Are you okay?!" Daniel screamed after getting tossed into the nearby table. Their assaulter was clearly a telepath, but it didn't seem like he was well accustomed to his own powers yet. The fact that he had a gun with him must mean that he had just awakened and simply wanted to test out his powers against two defenseless teenagers. "I'm fine...c..call the police!" Michael managed before taking refuge behind a wall. His wound was healing, but he was losing energy quickly. Even though he had healing prowess, it did not take away from the excruciating pain in his lower abdomen. He had no idea why this had decided to happen all of a sudden, he had never been attacked before, so why would it happen on his birthday?Acting swiftly, Daniel reached for his cellphone, but just as he was about to call the police, the gadget flew out of his grip, and in came a six foot masked man. He had broken down the door with his telekinetic powers and had his gun pointed right at where Daniel hid. "If yo

There were five hero guilds in Geo, each of them being led by one of the five S ranked heroes of the city. Charles McRae was in charge of the Shadow Vanguards, the second most powerful guild in the city, and the guild with the highest number of A rank members. Michael knew that if he enrolled into the Hero program, he would fall prey to the scheme of the government. And now that the identity of his parents was no longer a secret, he knew he would eventually turn into a toy for them to gamble with. His only option right now was joining Charles' team, the shadow vanguard. Even though they were supposed to be a unit that operated in the shadows, Charles McRae was the polar opposite. He was active during day and night, and that exactly was the reason many people adored him and raced under his command. "You don't have to give me your answer right away. Take your time to figure out what you want, and when you're ready you can call for me and give me your answer." Charles notified and Mich

Michael woke up right where he had fallen asleep—on the couch. Charles was already back, and he was seated on the other side of the living room completely immersed in the papers he was reading. "The news about your house is all over the place." Charles informed in a passive tone before taking another sip out of his cup of coffee. Michael ignored the hero's words and with his eyes began to search for Ben's figure. If he didn't know better, he would have said the man had drugged him. He had been lost in thought for a moment, and in the next he had woken up to the blinding rays of sunlight. "Where's Ben?" He asked, but didn't get a reply, not until Charles was done reading the page his eyes were fixed on. "He's making breakfast. He might not look it, but he's actually a pretty good cook." Michael scoffed, unsure if he should be impressed or jealous. Ben Fury seemed to have everything the ladies wanted, and the mere fact that he seemed superior to him in every aspect made Michael a l

Michael lowered the little luggage he had with him on the untouched side of the room. He took a second to stare at his roommate's side, and with a glance was able to predict his probable personality. He seemed to be organized, had an affiliation with dull colors, and was clearly a nerd. With the information he had gathered from his assessment, his roommate was likely an emo kid. They weren't the worst kind, but Michael couldn't see himself building a relationship with someone who acts like life was depressing all the time. Tearing his attention from the more organized part of the room, Michael got straight to getting himself organized. It took half an hour to get everything in order, and after that, he settled for a quick nap. When he woke up, his roommate was already in, but unlike his hypothesis, he seemed to be a rather vibrant kid. He had his headphones on and was too focused on the book before him that he failed to notice that Michael was awake. Michael remained on his bed, and