-Time: 12:05 High Noon-
Caltherium began getting up his head rattling and still reeling back from the large explosion he set off. "I must've killed him right? There isn't anyway he could have survived that blast." The sun was shining the peak at its highest before Caltherium knew it the area around him began to burn.
The wood and debris began to combust from within, "spontaneous combustion?!" It only grew hotter and hotter till Caltherium couldn't take the heat he speeded back. "Why the hell.." before he knew it a golden light bursted from the rubble burning everything in its path the light raced at Caltherium it then revealed it self. "How sad you stand before me and have to use such weak and meager tactics for this is quite sad." He then cried, "I- why the hell are you crying!" "Cause your so weak it's a shame to have to defeat you with even a percent of my power."
Caltherium slammed his hands on the ground as water blasted the man. Steam was the only thing he was met with the efforts were unfortunately futile, "Oh cmon Caltherium, you Been Tryna best me for all this time but I knew you just couldn't do it. Can't measure up to all this greatness."
Caltherium then commanded the winds and small twisters barraged the blaze, one by one though he just handled them each and everyone he ran the opposite direction causing the wind to cease. He moved quickly rushing at Caltherium one sonic punch after another "THWOOM" "CRACK" "BLAM" "BREAK" each punch roared like 3 sonic booms in one punch and even his after images had their own clones. Knocking Caltherium out he stood their above him looking down saddened at the sight.
He flew down and returned to normal the flames had calmed and Caltherium locked up he then darted off at thundering speed, not wanting anyone of the cops to catch sight of him.
-2 Hours Later-
Demetrius sat at the top of a building all he could hear was the sound of his parents always worried, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe being a hero is the wrong thing, as if life is telling him sometimes power should just not be used at all. I know I saved lives and all, I stopped the bad guy and I even somewhat fixed up a lot of the place but it doesn't seem right. Why can't I just do the Heroing right? I think deep down I know what it is...his words flashed back into my ears from a time before "not everyone needs a hero." "Why though? What's wrong with being a hero," "Because not everyone can or should be heroes, I know you're trying to do good but sometimes you really can't or shouldn't."
"Not all people who have power should use it."
The words remained echoed in my ears feeling like the distance didn't even matter I could still hear them. My hands felt off like one was heavier then the other but I didn't know how to explain it, I couldn't get why. Here I am Mr Hero of the day once again sun bright and shining with me at the pinnacle of my power set but yet, for some odd reason I feel like I'm weaker then a frail kitty and I don't know why.
-3 hours passed-
5:16pm
The Day seemed only to pass slower and slower feeling as if it would never end. Demetrius eventually went home and when he did the words of his dad still hold his head over the echoing still there:
"Not all people who have power should use it."
(I wonder what he meant by that. Maybe it's best I don't use my powers...)
(No that's not right, even if there are heroes they can't reach every where so I'm doing the right thing here..Aren't I?)
He kept walking not even noticing his parents on the couch he walked upstairs tired from the day that had just went on. An hour passed it was 6 o'clock by the time he got up again and as he went down the news started blaring
"This just in over in astolf there's a destructive out break going on!"
As soon as Demetrius heard he ran down the stairs and when he rushed to the door but his dad used a "spell" to slow him down and jumping in front of the door.
"Your not going." (His voice was stern and serious)
"I am"
"No you aren't, it's to dangerous and as you can see this is not a crime you can just look at and stop this is more dangerous then the slums of Hells City."
"It isn't that bad your making it seem like I am Tryna chase a serial killer only to remember it's me."
"Son no."
"There's better options to do then save lives."
"There are some places others can't reach now I'm going to do this now get out of my way or I'm afraid you'll have to be forced out pops."
"Gettin mad."
"You wanna see me angry." (The heat started to turn up)
The room got hotter and hotter Demetrius's dad Deion not standing down. Demetrius had steam
Pouring out like he turned on a second gear like a straw hat wearing idiot. His eyes then burned his voice had a small roar:
"Move pops, or be moved."
"I won't budge kid I'm sorry."
"So am I.."
THUD!! CRACK!! THWOOM!'
A loud thunderous explosion could be heard and Demetrius in a fiery blur took flight to stop the imminent threat.
To Be Continued...