The TV screen went dark as the short film ended. The young boy with blue hair stood frozen in place, while behind him stood his older uncle—a strong-built Arab man—staring at his nephew with a sadistic smile. The boy had been pestering him all evening, running around and refusing to come down from the fridge.
The uncle had decided to play a movie to relax, but his nephew returned to annoy him, standing directly in front of the TV.
"Move and go to bed. You don't want to wet your bed, do you?" the young man said, irritated, waving his hand for his nephew to move aside. At that moment, the opening scene of Halloween 2022 began.
"I want to watch it," the blue-haired boy said excitedly.
"You'll be scared," the uncle replied.
"I'm twelve, for heaven's sake. It's hard to scare me!"
"You'll get scared, wet your bed, and then I'll have to clean it up because I let you watch."
"I said I won't be scared! I've seen bits and pieces of this movie before."
"Fine, just don't bother me," the uncle grumbled.
And so the conversation ended. For two hours, the boy didn't move or speak, leaving his uncle to think he was trembling with fear. When he picked the boy up, the blue-haired boy looked up angrily and said,
"How stupid they are." His tone was annoyed, not fearful.
His uncle looked at him sincerely and smiled. The boy was right—some of the characters' decisions were outright foolish. Still, the uncle thought, there was no denying they were dealing with someone unstoppable. No movie protagonist ever fought an immortal killer—except for those insane martial arts films where heroes defeat eighty enemies without breaking a sweat.
"There were so many ways to stop him," the boy declared, waving his hand as if drawing a diagram. "They should've broken his legs or shot him in the head."
"Yeah, well... it's just a movie. Don't take it so seriously," the uncle replied with a shrug.
"But that lady lost her life, and Laurie lost her daughter and her granddaughter's mother," the boy said, his voice tinged with sadness. The uncle felt uneasy, wondering if his nephew was struggling to separate fiction from reality.
"If he were in front of me, I'd defeat him," the boy added passionately.
"If he were in front of you, he will beat the shit out of you hold second I think he and Jason against humanity is fair enough " the uncle said laughing
I may not be a philosopher or a poet, but I once heard a saying: If someone truly desires something, no matter how impossible it may seem, they will achieve it.
I tossed a notebook across the room. What would I do if I were in that movie? Blow it all up? Set him on fire? What bothered me wasn't their loss—it was their luck.
I hate luck.
It's nothing more than a disguised opportunity.
Luck saves 50% of characters in stories, either through sheer chance or the so-called "plot armor." Or worse, their entire story revolves around luck: I found something, something gave me powers, I was born with an ability that lets me do anything.
No.
No.
No.
A hero—no, a truly great person—doesn't rely on luck. A great person creates their own opportunities, even if the entire world is against them. That's my goal.
I want to live an adventure. I want superpowers.
I looked around my room. There were cabinets, books, and that cracked mirror I forgot to tell my parents about.
I was a twelve-year-old kid with Arab features, tall for my age, and with blue hair I had begged to dye because I thought it would make me look charming. Instead, it made me a joke at school.
I reflected on myself.
Physical abilities: High for a kid my age.
Mental abilities: Not bad—fifth in my class.
Talents: Drawing, hand-to-hand combat, and karate.
Sigh. Just another ordinary person.
I threw myself onto my bed, thinking. I want to be someone special. I want to go on an adventure in other worlds. Wait...
I sat up straight on my bed, a thought flashing in my mind.
Why not? Why don't I make it happen? Why don't I start my own adventure?
I can do it. I'll find a way to turn myself into something extraordinary. All on my own, without anyone's help. Because being great is my decision—not luck, not chance, not inheritance, not destiny.
It's my personal choice.
I choose it.
A wide, excited grin spread across my face as I imagined the bright future ahead of me