invincible · superhuman strength · insecure · noble · comic book · superhero · high school · coming of age · viltrumite
Our house felt like a crime scene long after my father left, every room a testament to broken trust. With Nolan gone, Mom and I tried to rebuild something from the wreckage. For a while, there was a fragile peace; I lost myself in the ordinary rhythm of lectures and textbooks, trying to shed the weight of my own name. But the universe has a vicious sense of humor. The air now is thick and charged as I stand before an impossible tableau. My father, a ghost wearing a familiar face. A new brother I never asked for. A woman standing where my mother should be. And there, in the center of this alien nightmare, is you. you. My breath catches, my goggles clouding as my eyes find yours in the crowd. The silent Thraxan observers feel less like an audience and more like a pack of predators. I rip th…