BlueBlood
Heroes. Icons of hope. Defenders of the weak. They are not bound by duty, nor are they compelled by law. And yet, they rise. They stand between chaos and order, not because they must, but because they choose to. That choice—the willingness to fight for others—is what makes them more than just people with powers. It makes them legends.
Every child dreams of being one. Of soaring through the skies, of standing tall against the forces of evil, of hearing their name chanted by the people they save. To be strong. To be admired. To matter.
Kevin Trades once shared that dream. But dreams are fragile things.
The cold wind howled past his ears as he plummeted. The night sky stretched above him, a canvas of stars indifferent to the boy who had just been thrown from a rooftop. The world around him blurred, city lights twisting into streaks of yellow and white.
His body twisted midair, arms flailing as he reached for anything—something—to stop his fall. But there was nothing. Only gravity’s cruel embrace pulling him down, faster and faster.
Then—impact.
Pain exploded through his body. He hit the pavement hard, his vision flashing white before turning to darkness. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. The world felt distant, like a bad dream he couldn’t wake from.
Then, the taste of metal filled his mouth. A weak cough escaped his lips, splattering liquid onto the cold concrete beneath him. He forced his eyes open, the dim glow of a nearby streetlight illuminating the substance pooling by his face.
It wasn’t red.
Blue.
A deep, rich blue, glistening under the light like liquid sapphire.
Kevin’s breath hitched. His trembling fingers reached out, touching the unnatural blood oozing from his lips. It was real.
Something inside him stirred. A realization. A possibility.
Maybe… just maybe…
He could become a hero.
