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MidReal Story
Flames of Rebellion in Hero World
Scenario:Man who lives in a world full of superheroes wakes up one day with the ability to control flames but is thrown into a power struggle between the top 3 biggest superhero organizations due to his unwillingness to join any of them
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Ethan Carter
reluctant hero, friends with Mia and rivals with Kyle, athletic build, short black hair, determined yet conflicted
Kyle Stone
hero recruiter, sees Ethan as a prime recruit and Mia as a potential asset, tall and muscular with blonde hair, charismatic but manipulative
Mia Rodriguez
techsavvy ally, friend of Ethan and skeptic of Kyle, petite with long red hair, intelligent and resourceful
Chapter 1
I was on my way home from work when the subway car I was in derailed.
The lights went out, and people started screaming.
I thought I was going to die.
But then something strange happened.
My body felt like it was on fire, but it didn’t hurt.
It was more like a warm, comforting feeling that spread through me.
And then the fire came out of my hands.
I used it to melt the metal bars that were trapping me in the subway car, and then I helped the other passengers get out too.
When we finally made it to the surface, there were news cameras everywhere.
They called me a hero and asked me how I did it, but I had no idea what to tell them.
All I knew was that I had saved those people’s lives, and that felt pretty damn good.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as the subway car derailed with a deafening screech.
People were thrown from their seats and slammed into each other as we careened off the tracks and started hurtling forward at top speed.
I was tossed around like a rag doll, and I hit my head hard on the window as we crashed into something solid.
The lights flickered once, twice before going out completely, plunging us all into darkness.
There were more screams now—some of them mine—and people crying for help.
It felt like a nightmare, but it couldn’t be real…could it?
I couldn’t tell which way was up or down, and the sounds of panicked voices were coming from all around me.
But even through the chaos and confusion, there was one voice that cut through everything else—a woman’s voice, pleading with anyone who could hear her to help her son who was trapped under some of the debris that had fallen into the car when we crashed.
With a newfound sense of determination and courage—or maybe just plain old stupid recklessness—I reached out with my hands to try to find something, anything that I could use to get myself unstuck from where I’d been pinned by one of the metal support beams.
I didn’t know what I was trying to accomplish, but I knew that I couldn’t just sit there while there was someone else who needed my help.
As soon as I’d placed my hands on the metal bar that had been holding me down, I felt a warm, comforting sensation begin to spread through my body, washing away every trace of fear or pain that I’d been feeling moments before.
As I emerged from the subway, the warmth of my power slowly fading away, a new kind of heat was already enveloping me—spotlights and camera flashes from every direction.
The news crews had arrived on the scene quickly, eager to get their hands on any information about what had happened down in the subway and how I’d managed to save so many people down there.
It was nothing short of a miracle that no one had died during the incident, considering how many people could have been killed or injured if things hadn’t gone exactly as they did…but I still didn’t really have an answer for them.
I wanted to help these people, but I didn’t know how to explain what I was or what had happened to me down in that subway car.I wasn’t sure why it had happened at all; it was as much of a mystery to me as it was to everyone else.
After the incident in the subway, representatives from several different hero organizations reached out to me over the next few days, hoping to recruit me to their cause.
I wasn’t sure why exactly they all seemed so interested in me, but I guessed that there weren’t too many other people out there who could summon a fireball out of thin air and use it to melt through solid metal bars with their bare hands…or at least not too many who would be willing to use their powers for good instead of evil.
And yet, even though I’d been given such an incredible gift—one that could potentially help so many others—I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something just didn’t seem quite right about these hero groups that kept trying to get me to join them.
"They’re not going to stop hounding you until you say yes," my friend Mia said as she glanced up at me from her laptop screen, where she’d been researching local hero organizations all day in an attempt to help me make up my mind about whether or not I should join one of them.
I’d known Mia for as long as I could remember; we’d gone to the same schools together when we were growing up and had become close friends over the years.
I watched as she gently chewed on her lower lip and gave me a sympathetic look that I’d seen far too many times over the past few days."Look, I know you’re not exactly thrilled about working for one of these hero organizations," she said as she closed her laptop and turned it off."But you can’t deny that you’ll be able to help so many more people if you work together as part of a team than you would if you continue trying to do everything yourself."
"I’m not interested in joining any of them," I replied with a sigh as I slumped down against the couch cushions and ran my hand through my short black hair."Sorry."
Mia nodded and let out a resigned sigh before getting up from the desk chair and walking across the room towards the door.
"I just hope you realize that you’re making a huge mistake here, Ethan," she said as she glanced back at me over her shoulder before opening the door and stepping outside into the hallway.
"They can offer you so much more than I ever could. And together, we could do so much good. Please don’t forget that."
With that, Mia disappeared around the corner after closing the door behind her with a soft click.
And that’s when I felt it: the presence of someone else in the room with me.
I turned my head and saw that there was a man standing in the doorway, watching me with his arms crossed over his broad chest and an unreadable expression on his chiseled face.
He had short, meticulously groomed blond hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed almost too perfect to be real, like something you might see in one of those cheesy superhero movies or comic books.
"Hello, Ethan," he said with an easy smile as he took a few steps forward and extended his hand towards me."My name is Kyle Stone. I’m here on behalf of HeroCore."
I didn’t bother taking his hand; I was already well aware of who this guy was and what he represented.
"Of course you are," I replied with a derisive snort as I sat up straight and narrowed my eyes at him."Look, if you’re here to try and recruit me, then you’re wasting your time. I’m not interested in joining your little club."
HeroCore was one of the most prestigious hero organizations in the entire country; they were based out of New York City, which wasn’t terribly far from where Mia and I lived in New Jersey.
And they’d been trying to recruit me for months now ever since they learned about my abilities following the incident in the subway car.