Scar pov:

The morning started with a thunderstorm and heavy rain, the rhythmic drumming of water against the window panes creating a symphony of nature's raw power. One of the sharp claps of thunder had stirred me from my sleep, jolting me into consciousness. I lay there for a moment, listening to the rolling thunder and the steady downpour outside, feeling a sense of calm despite the storm's ferocity.

As I slowly sat up in bed, the soft glow of dawn began to filter through the curtains, casting a muted light across the room. Jelly, my loyal feline companion, was curled up at the foot of the bed, her gray and white fur a stark contrast to the darkened room. She stretched lazily, her paws extending and retracting as she blinked her emerald eyes open, clearly unbothered by the tempest outside.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching my own limbs to shake off the remnants of sleep. The wooden floor felt cool beneath my feet as I padded softly towards the kitchen, Jelly following closely behind with a contented purr. The storm raged on outside, but within the walls of my home, there was a comforting routine to be followed.

I reached for the can of cat food from the cupboard, its metallic clink causing Jelly to perk up instantly. Her tail swished with anticipation as I filled her bowl, placing it gently on the floor. She began to eat with gusto, the sound of her crunching food adding a domestic counterpoint to the natural symphony outside.

With Jelly taken care of, I headed to the bathroom for a shower. The warm water cascaded over me, washing away the grogginess and replacing it with a sense of invigoration. The steam filled the room, fogging up the mirror and blurring the edges of reality, creating a cocoon of warmth and solitude. The scent of lavender from the soap mingled with the humid air, creating a soothing aroma that helped me fully wake up.

After drying off, I wrapped myself in a soft towel and made my way back to the kitchen to start breakfast. The rain continued to tap against the windows, a gentle reminder of the storm's presence. I pulled out a skillet and set it on the stove, the sizzle of butter melting in the pan providing a cheerful counterbalance to the grey morning.

I whisked together eggs, a splash of milk, and a pinch of salt, pouring the mixture into the hot pan. The eggs began to cook immediately, their edges curling up as they set. I sliced some fresh bread and popped it into the toaster, the smell of toasting bread filling the kitchen and mingling with the scent of cooking eggs.

Jelly had finished her breakfast and wandered into the kitchen, her tail twitching with curiosity. She jumped up onto the counter, watching my every move with keen interest. I smiled at her, reaching out to scratch behind her ears before turning back to my culinary tasks.

As I plated my breakfast and sat down at the table, the storm outside showed no signs of letting up. That was fine; I doubted any hero work would be needed outside today. I quickly made quick work of my breakfast before heading to get dressed for the day.

I chose a casual but warm outfit, perfect for braving the inclement weather. I pulled on a pair of dark jeans, their thick fabric providing a barrier against the chill. A cozy, charcoal-gray sweater came next, its soft woolen material wrapping me in warmth. Over that, I donned a navy blue rain jacket, its waterproof shell ensuring I would stay dry despite the downpour. I grabbed my sturdy, waterproof boots, essential for navigating the puddles and slick sidewalks outside.

With my outfit complete, I felt ready to face the storm. Jelly watched from her perch on the windowsill, her eyes tracking my movements with mild curiosity. I walked over to her and gave her a final scratch behind the ears. "Be good while I'm out," I said, receiving a soft purr in response.

The rain continued to drum against the windows, but I felt prepared. With a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped out into the storm, the cold air and wetness hitting me immediately. I stayed strong and made my way with my duffel bag to my favorite coffee shop, stopping in there before heading to work. The streets were slick with rain, and puddles formed at every corner, but my waterproof boots kept my feet dry as I navigated the cityscape.

As I pushed open the door to the coffee shop, the warm, inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me, offering a comforting contrast to the storm outside. The bell above the door jingled softly, announcing my arrival. I shook off my rain jacket and glanced around, spotting my brother, Cub, behind the counter.

Cub looked up and smiled, recognizing me instantly. "Hey, stranger," he called out, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and affection.

"Hey, Cub," I replied, making my way to the counter. "Think you can spare a free coffee for your favorite sibling?"

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Favorite, huh? What makes you think you deserve special treatment?"

I leaned on the counter, giving him my best charming smile. "Come on, Cub. You know I'm irresistible. Plus, it's pouring outside. Have a heart."

Cub chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. One free coffee coming up. But only because you asked so nicely." He turned to start preparing my usual order.

As I waited, I absentmindedly reached into my pockets to grab my wallet. My heart sank as I patted my jeans and jacket, realizing it wasn't there. Panic started to creep in as I retraced my steps in my mind. Did I leave it at home? Or had it somehow fallen out during my walk?

Cub handed me the coffee, and I took it with a grateful but slightly embarrassed smile. "Uh, Cub... I think I left my wallet at home," I admitted, feeling my face heat up.

Cub laughed, shaking his head. "Good thing I already decided to give you that free coffee, then. Don't worry about it. Just make sure you don't lose your head next time."

I breathed a sigh of relief, taking a sip of the hot coffee. "Thanks, Cub. You're a lifesaver."

"Anytime," he replied, waving me off. "Stay dry out there."

With coffee in hand and a bit of my pride salvaged, I braced myself for the wet trek to work. The rain hadn't let up, but with the warmth of the coffee and the kindness of my brother, the day felt a little brighter.

By the time I had gotten to work, I had finished my coffee and was completely soaked to the bone. The walk had felt much longer in the relentless storm, every step a battle against the elements. I pushed through the building's front doors, dripping water onto the lobby's polished floor.

The secretary, False, looked up from her desk and gave me a sympathetic smile. "Rough morning, H.G.?" she asked, using the nickname most people at work preferred instead of my real name, Scar. It stood for Hot Guy, my superhero alias.

"Yeah, you could say that," I replied, running a hand through my damp hair. "The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon."

False nodded, handing me a small towel from her desk drawer. "Here, dry off a bit. Wouldn't want the Hot Guy to catch a cold."

"Thanks, False," I said, gratefully accepting the towel and wiping the rain from my face and hair. Despite the soaking, I managed a smile. "Any messages for me?"

"Just the usual," she said, flipping through a stack of papers. "But there's a meeting in the conference room in about fifteen minutes. Might want to change into some dry clothes before then."

I nodded, slinging my duffel bag over my shoulder and heading towards the locker room. As I walked, I could feel the dampness seeping through my layers, making me shiver. I was thankful for the extra set of clothes I always kept at the office for situations like this.

Once in the locker room, I quickly changed into my superhero outfit: a skin-tight suit with a sleek black main body and striking light blue and orange accents. I pulled on my fingerless gloves, their snug fit familiar and reassuring. Finally, I slipped on my signature sunglasses, completing the transformation into Hot Guy.

Before heading out, I gathered my long brown hair, still damp from the rain, and tied it back into a bun. The familiar weight of my hair secured neatly away added a final touch of readiness. I glanced in the mirror, making sure I looked presentable despite the morning's ordeal. The suit hugged my form perfectly, its design both functional and stylish, ready for any challenge.

I stopped by the weapons armory next to my locker and grabbed my bow and quiver. Strapping the quiver to my leg, I collapsed the bow and secured it alongside. I knew I probably wouldn’t need it in a meeting, but better safe than sorry.

Satisfied, I made my way to the conference room. The rain continued to pound against the building. Every so often, there would be a loud clap of thunder that was loud enough to shake the building slightly with the reverb.

I walked into the conference room and I wasn't too surprised to see who was leading the conference. StarVoid, the secondary main hero of the city but also the leader of the Heroes Association. Now leader as of a few years ago, when he took down Mother Spore. I still want to know how the hell he did that because she just let them, her kids, all go.

StarVoid is an interesting guy. Very few people have seen his face. He keeps the helmet on for some reason. It’s a full face mask, akin to a biker's helmet, but more futuristic. He also wears armor that matches the colors on the helmet, giving him a formidable and enigmatic appearance.

The meeting was just boring stuff and a check-in on everyone to see how we are doing mentally, physically, and emotionally. StarVoid's voice, slightly muffled by his helmet, carried the authority of someone who had seen and done more than most of us could imagine.

"Good morning, everyone," StarVoid began, his gaze sweeping the room. "I hope you're all holding up well despite the weather. Today, we're going to keep things straightforward. I want to hear how everyone is doing, both on and off the field."

Around the table, my colleagues and I took turns sharing updates. Some spoke about recent missions, others about their training regimens, and a few discussed personal struggles they were facing. It was clear that StarVoid cared about the well-being of his team, and he listened intently to each person, offering support and advice where needed.

When it was my turn, I mentioned the morning's stormy ordeal and how it had taken a bit of a toll. StarVoid nodded thoughtfully. "Remember to take care of yourself, H.G.," he said. "We can't afford to lose you to something as mundane as a cold."

I appreciated his concern, even if it was a bit paternal. The meeting continued with more updates and discussions about the overall state of our team. While the content might have been routine, the sense of camaraderie and mutual support was palpable.

As the meeting drew to a close, StarVoid wrapped up with a few final words. "Stay vigilant out there. The storm will pass, but our duty remains. If anyone needs anything, don't hesitate to reach out. We're a team, and we face everything together."

With that, the meeting adjourned. I went to the training center after that; the rain was letting up a little bit. Today, I wanted to focus on archery but wouldn't be opposed to hand-to-hand combat.

Some of the other heroes have unique abilities and body types. At first, I thought it was just for their gimmicks, but I’ve come to realize it's much more than that. Take Inferno, for example. He looks mostly human except for the tail and the fact his eyes are completely red—scleras and all. He does have retinas and pupils, though, and his retinas happen to be bright orange, so we always know where he's looking. Sometimes his hair would catch fire or turn into flames—I couldn’t really tell. That mostly happened when he was super pissed, excited, or upset to the point of tears. His tail could also be on fire, sometimes showing how he really felt.

I made my way to the archery range, setting up my bow and quiver. The familiar feel of the bowstring under my fingers was comforting, grounding me amidst the chaos of the stormy morning. I began my practice, focusing on precision and control, each shot bringing a sense of calm and clarity.

After a while, I glanced over to see Inferno in the hand-to-hand combat area, sparring with another hero. His movements were fluid and precise, his tail adding an unexpected element to his fighting style. His eyes glowed with an intensity that matched his fiery nature, and every so often, a flicker of flame would dance through his hair or along his tail, hinting at his emotional state.

Finishing my archery practice, I decided to join the hand-to-hand combat training. As I approached, Inferno noticed me and waved, his orange retinas glowing slightly. "Hey, H.G.," he called out. "Care for a spar?"

"Why not?" I replied, strapping my bow and quiver back to my leg. "I could use a bit of a challenge."

We squared off in the training ring, and I quickly realized how formidable Inferno was. His tail added an unpredictable element to his attacks, and his fiery abilities kept me on my toes. I noticed his hair flicker with flames as our sparring intensified, his emotions fueling his power. But I held my own, relying on my speed and reflexes to counter his moves.

The sparring session was intense but invigorating. By the end, we were both breathing hard, but there was a sense of mutual respect between us. "Not bad, Hot Guy," Inferno said, clapping me on the shoulder. "You always keep me guessing." I smiled and replied, "Same to you," noticing his tail swaying happily. I headed to the showers to wash my face. As I did, I remembered a conversation we had one night over drinks. I must have had too much to drink because I found out that Inferno doesn't take baths or showers like normal people. Water would probably kill him, so he takes dust baths instead.

Suddenly, alarms blared, and an announcement came over the intercom: "Any available heroes needed!" Unfortunately, Inferno couldn't join us because of his water allergy. I gave him an apologetic look, but he didn't seem to care—he was just worried.

Reaching the rooftop, I took a deep breath and readied my bow. The shadow creature loomed large, its form shifting and writhing as it tore through the city. I focused on the object in its chest, guessing it to be the source of its power. If I could hit it, maybe we stood a chance.

Drawing an arrow, I steadied my aim. The wind and rain made it difficult, but I blocked out all distractions. My training kicked in, each movement precise and deliberate. I released the arrow, watching it cut through the air towards the target.

The arrow struck true, embedding itself in the shadow’s chest. The creature let out a deafening roar, its form convulsing. Its eyes, glowing with a sinister light, locked onto me. I felt a chill run down my spine as it realized where the attack had come from.

With a guttural growl, the shadow creature turned its attention toward me. Its massive arm swung out, slashing through buildings and debris as it advanced. I quickly nocked another arrow, but the creature was fast, much faster than I anticipated. It raised one of its colossal arms and brought it down with terrifying speed.

I barely had time to leap aside, rolling across the rooftop to avoid the crushing blow. The force of the impact shattered the building's edge, sending chunks of concrete and metal flying. I scrambled to my feet, heart pounding, and fired another arrow at the creature. This time, the arrow missed its mark, sailing past the creature and disappearing into the stormy sky.

Realizing I needed to keep moving, I darted toward the far end of the rooftop, trying to find another vantage point. The creature's eyes followed me, its movements growing more frenzied and destructive. With each step, it left a trail of devastation, and I knew I had to act quickly.

Desperately scanning my surroundings, I spotted a crane on a nearby construction site. If I could get to it, I might have a better angle for a critical shot. I sprinted toward the edge of the building, leaping onto the adjacent rooftop. The shadow monster lashed out again, narrowly missing me as I rolled and continued running.

As I reached the crane, I climbed up its structure, each rung of the ladder slick with rain. From this higher vantage point, I could see the creature more clearly. It was now thrashing wildly, trying to reach me, but its size made it clumsy in the confined space of the city.

I drew another arrow, taking aim at the glowing object in its chest. This time, I steadied my breath, focusing all my energy on making the shot count. The creature let out another roar, raising its arm for a devastating strike.

I released the arrow just as its arm came down. The arrow flew straight but missed its target, deflected by a sudden gust of wind. The creature's arm connected with the crane, the impact sending me flying. I crashed into the side of a building, pain radiating through my body.

Dazed and hurt, I struggled to get up. The shadow creature was advancing again, and I could see the malevolent intent in its glowing eyes. It swung its arm once more, this time connecting with my side. The force of the blow sent me crashing through a wall, rubble and debris burying me partially.

Gritting my teeth against the pain, I managed to free myself from the debris. My bow was still intact, though my body ached from the impact. I knew I had to act quickly. The creature was relentless, and I was running out of time. I noticed that when I landed, I had landed on a gravel rooftop, so I didn't fall all the way down to the road. That would have probably killed me.

The shadow moved to smash the building I was on, but over the rain and thunder, I heard something that sounded like something breaking the sound barrier. The shadow and I were both looking around. Carefully, I got up and then held my side, hissing in pain as I realized I was hurt. There were long claw marks running from my side to my chest, and I stumbled a bit as I saw a red flash buzzing around the monster.

I stood in awe for a minute before the red blur stopped from my vantage point I couldn't really see who or what it was but I all I could really tell was that they were wearing a deep red sweater that was being soaked through by the rain and the wings he had on his back being as dark as a crow. His presence was like a beacon in the storm, a blur of red and purple power that defied the chaos around us. He moved with incredible speed, breaking apart the shadow creature with precise strikes. It was as if he was using some kind of energy—purple energy that I couldn't quite explain.

With a flurry of movements, they managed to disorient the shadow, revealing a humanoid figure within. The creature was blinded by a burst of intense light emanating from them, who then quickly and efficiently disposed of it, his actions a blur of red and purple.

The shadow creature let out a final, agonized scream as its form began to dissolve, the shadows dissipating into the air. Exhausted and battered, I watched as the monstrous entity vanished, leaving behind a devastated but now safe city. I collapsed to my knees, the adrenaline fading and the pain intensifying.

I soon heard the beating of wings as someone landed next to me, the gravel crunching under their feet. I looked up to see a figure with large, dark wings, his face filled with concern. "You alright, Hot Guy?" he asked. Black dots started scattering across my vision, and I knew I was going to pass out soon. I tried to say I was fine, but it was clear he didn't believe me. He walked over and gently forced me to lay down, calling something on my belt. "Help," I heard him say into the communicator. "We need a medic here, now."

He held a warm, soft, spongy thing against my wounds, trying to stem the bleeding. His eyes scanned the area, wary and protective, before he disappeared, blending into the shadows. My vision was soon flooded with paramedics, their voices urgent as they worked to stabilize me and prepare me for transport.

As they lifted me onto a stretcher, my mind drifted in and out of consciousness. Just before I passed out completely, I looked up at the sky. Through the rain and clouds, I could see something extraordinary happening. The city, which had been ravaged by the shadow creature, was starting to rebuild itself. Bricks, beams, and shattered glass began to lift from the ground, reassembling into their original forms. Buildings were repairing themselves, streets were smoothing out, and lights were flickering back to life.

It was as if the city itself was being healed by magic. I could see ethereal, glowing figures moving through the rubble, guiding the reconstruction with a serene and focused energy. The rain seemed to cleanse the debris, washing away the destruction as the magical forces worked tirelessly to restore what had been lost.

The last thing I saw was a flash of light breaking through the clouds, a promise of hope and resilience. Then, everything went black as I finally succumbed to the darkness, trusting in the magic and my fellow heroes to keep the city safe until I could fight again.

(( Hi hi you're probably wondering why I unpublished this story and I'm reworking on it I noticed that there were a bunch of repeating paragraphs and everything and it started to irritate me as I was reading through this again so I'm rewriting it I'll keep most of the story the same just with more..... Stuff that'll make sense in the long run I swear))