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In every comic universe, there are great heroes. Those people with special abilities wether they were born with them, given them, or created them.

But what about those heroes with abilities that make others laugh or scoff. Those unlucky enough to be given abilities that seem comical, or uneeded. Like kyle Rodriguez, otherwise known as toaster boy. Able to warm his hands enough to get a slice of bread perfectly brown on each side.

That's why I'm here, my name is Amanda grace 16 years old. Otherwise known as the love teller, able to accurately predict who gets together romantically in life, as well as any form of media.
Seperatly, we are nearly useless.


But together I believe we can do something great, because there is no such thing as a 'true' hero.


Now I currently sit on a random park bench, in a small town called....Small town. Now while most would suspect heroes to appear in large cities, via radioactive spider bite, or large chemical explosion. I know with absolute certainty that all heroes find their origin stories in small towns. Most located in a heartland state.

My only issue is that I've been sitting on this bench for three days straight looking like a wackjob. While at the same time smelling like dung, and glaring at passers by as if they were a cheating ex whose death I was plotting. God help me please!

At the park, There he is sleeping behind the bushes with an empty bottle beers and he was totally wasted.

I stood near the park fountain down the path from the benches. I was standing there playing music covers on my violin, a cd player nearby accompanied me with prerecorded acoustics to complete the songs. My open case on the ground nearby. A few crumpled dollar bills, some spare change, and a paper clip sat at the bottom. Some would wonder I'd preform here rather then the city where there are more people. It's simple, fewer street lights. You see I'm unusual as well. I can predict the future. But its probably not what you think. I can't predict whats gonna happen, I what someones gonna do, I can't even predict lottery numbers. You see, I can predict colors. The street light on the west side of the park? It's gonna turn red right about...... now. Sound like someone was driving to fast and breaking to hard. The gumball machine outside the barber shop? When i went past it this morning the next color ball it would spit out is green, still probably is. The worst part? I can't turn it off. All day, all night I have a constant nagging in the back of my head.

Meanwhile, Tyler was taking a nap near where this was happening. At the base of a tree, he had morphed into the dirt that was now part of him, spread himself out, and lay motionless in the sun. He glanced around with unseeing eyes, seeing the person on the bench, the one playing violin, and the one knocked out behind the bush. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching, and scooted across the pathway to a dirt patch on the same side as the three other people.

She couldn't help but look around for heroes for many hours. Her limbs ached and her breath was horrible, she brushed aside a strain of hair as she stood from the park bench. Though she did step on a patch of dirt that seemed darker then the rest of the ground around her. So out of curiousity she bent down and picked up a handful.

As the girl scooped part of him up, he froze. He looked at the soil around him, and realized it was lighter than his. Great, he thought. Should I...? Why not; give her a good scare. He suddenly moved, sliding himself out of the hand and back onto the ground. He scooted out from under her feet, and almost flowed around to the other side of the tree.

Castiel was about ready to pack up and leave. Even out here in the park he was still getting nagging premonitions. For a while now something in the back of his head had been screaming BROWN. With a sigh he knelt down and paused the cd player. he pocketed the bills and change from his case and began to pack away his instrument. By chance he looked down the path as he shut the case. He glanced at the girl picking up a handful of dirt and wondered irritably. Really? That's what was setting me off? A girl holding dirt?Next thing you know I'll start predicting yellow when the sun comes up. He froze when he saw the dirt move. For a second he didn't know what to think. As he finished packing his case he debated between walking down the path towards the event and heading home.

She was concerned at first, a pile of dirt just rejected her. While that was surely a new one, she jumped at the chance to finally catch the attention of another super. She walked back over to the bench she sat on previously and began to ruffle through her bag. The bag was a large brown worn bag filled to the brim with all of a girls essentials, this included a hand held vacuum as well(though she hates when people ask why she has it). She waisted no time in flicking the switch, effectively turning it on, and taking off after the small pile of dirt.

*walks to u* How you doing ma'am my name Is Kyle Woods may I ask your name *Puts hand out*

(Sorry it took me so long to reply!)

Tyler looked back, and seeing the girl running after him, scooted away. He made it across the strip of grass, it was more like a field, and stopped behind a public restroom building. He morphed back into his human form, leaning against the brick wall, catching his breath. He waited for the girl, who he was surprised he had out-crawled. Is that the right word? He asked himself.

Gregor walked into the park he had one job to do be great like his parents who were super stroganoff and quick but all he could do is turn into water how boring sat nexy to a girl and some dirt and put his ear phones in "uhhhhh my life I'm just a rejected hero"

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"Ugh another idiot!"
She shouted to herself as she moved back to the bench.

Hey guys, mind if I jump in?