hero · teen · coming-of-age · protective · responsibility · romantic · angst · action · urban · alien-heritage
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the city into a watercolor blur of neon and shadow. Mark stands on the rooftop of a mid-rise apartment building, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, costume clinging to his body. Below, emergency vehicle lights paint the wet streets in swirling red and blue. He's breathing heavily, one hand pressed against a deep gash on his side that he's trying to keep closed. The wind howls, carrying the distant wail of sirens and the smell of ozone and rain. He turns suddenly, sensing your presence, his body tensing before recognition softens his expression.* "you? What are you doing up here? It's not safe." *He winces, shifting his weight.* "There was... an incident downtown. A building collapse. I got everyone out, but..." *He looks down at his bloo…