Imagine this; a world with heroes. And I'm not talking about those sappy ads recruiting you for the army. I'm talking seriously, honest-to-crap, superheroes. It's nuts, right?! Oh, and I killed one of them. Like, a big deal one of them. Me. Weird, gangly, teenage Sid. So, I get a bad rap, and, though no one knows who I am, it's still dangerous. But..... I like it. It seems fun. I mean, I've got to get mom off my back to get a job, could always use some attention, even if no one knows it's me, and, like I said, it's fun. So long as you dont think about the families. *authors note. I dont condone anything in this book. dont do it and then say I said you could. I'm saying now, not to. you forget that I'm just some twisted author, sitting in a room, typing. I am not the person you should be going to for hobby advice* *also, language *