Rembition gets upset and realizes he is no different from the so called Heroes and starts an inner monologue… “I am not a Super Hero. I am not a Super Hero. I don’t fight other people’s battles. I give them the will power to fight themselves. I step in right before they give up. That moment when you start to ask yaself why are you doin this. I don’t save people’s lives or fight crime.”
“It is very tirin though. I expected it to be a lot easier. Oh how I wish my fam were here with me. It gets lonely when you have no one with you, well someone that undastands English at least. Why me? Why do I do it? What makes me the strong one? Its hard to keep goin and goin. My body is aching, my mind is weak and my soul is tied. I just want to stop and start over. Press the reset button and start my life just chillin.”
“I chose this life but I aint built for it. I don’t feel the need to go around helping quittas. If they cant find it in themselves to man up then fuck’em, one less weak hearted person walkin around here. Why should I spend my time helpin them chase their dreams while neglectin my own? I keep my identity hidden so they cant blame anyone but themselves for their success, what about my success? When can I stop and live a normal life? When all the quittas finally stop quittin?”
Rembition walks back and forth before finally resting in the grass and collecting his thoughts. He remembers the fire as a child and the feeling of helplessness. He remembers watching the house being eaten by the dancing heat. Hearing the screams for help as he stood there. Seeing the fire trucks arriving at the scene and taking him away. His heart begins to pound and the memories run down his cheek. This is what he needed, a reset of the soul.
His monologue starts again. “Come on Rembition, your family is lookin down on you. Whether you want to called a hero or not, your actions are heroic. You’ve been through so much. Remember your mission in...