Hey, I finally finished it. It's 2 am, and I finished it way earlier, but it all deleted when I sent it (because I'm on a laptop and it exceeded word count). So I had to rewrite it all. Anyway, hope you like it.

"I'm a murderer, I'm not a hero! Ugh, and I didn't even want to!"

Wait, what?

---

"Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean you 'didn't want to'?"

She burrowed her face into her arm and growled. "I - I didn't want to kill him... I mean, I absolutely hate him," she scrunched her face and mimed scratch marks, "But I didn't want to kill him. I just thought - I don't know... That maybe it was the reason I had this curse. That k-killing him would lift it and bring my brother back..." She groaned. "Ohh, I really let him down..."

There's so much she still doesn't know. But now I know, her heart was in the right place. Or close to it, at least. "Oh, but what if I tell you, he doesn't actually have to be dead?"

She shot her head up to look at me. "Are you saying we can bring him back?!"

"Yes."

"I - I -" Her face filled with sudden fear at this possibility. She contemplated for a moment. "Look, I know I'm going to pick the right choice eventually, but I can't forgive him just yet. I can't."

I simply smiled. "Don't worry. There's still much for you to process of course. We have eternity in this place. You can take your time."

She took a breath as she collected herself. "I can't believe it. This seems too good to be true. Thank you, truly."

I put my hand on her shoulder. She didn't shrug it off. "You can thank me by becoming the hero your brother always knew you were."

She smiled then, a true smile of courage and determination. "I will!! I will, I promise. My name's Sue, by the way. And I want to be a hero."

-----

We spent a long time there. By the way, I call that frozen state Stock-Still, because I find it weird to say 'there' when technically it's not a specific place. And in honor of memory itself, I decided to number every time we entered Stock-Still, to see how far we've gone. Of course, that long first time was Stock-Still #1. We shared stories and simply talked. The truth was that there was a lot for her to learn about these powers. When I taught her how to use her cloak and knives as steps so she could climb into the air, she spent a solid fraction of eternity gloating about being taller.

Eventually I taught her about paradoxes, and how to make it so an action never existed in the first place. She showed the strength Meg saw in her that day, when she forgave the man who killed her brother. I proceeded to make sure he was later arrested for homicide, burglary over $5000, and indecent exposure.

We're on Stock-Still #829, and it's been a blast. I really enjoy having someone so full of life around. Back in Stock-Still #44, we made a deal with Chronos to lift the curse once he realized I had kept his son Chaos from invading Earth, and I made his other son Aether (the sky) laugh when I sneezed. Then in Stock-Still #229, he punished Sue for stealing one of his Dodo Birds, and that was hilarious. We saved the world a few times just the two of us (127, 214, 315, 388, 450). By Stock-Still #525, she started forming her own team! In #778 she met a guy, a time traveler. In #780, she forced me to unbanish him.

She's the best daughter in the world. Thank you, Meg. You healed another broken heart.

"Just look into my eyes. It will tell you everything you need to know."

------

There once was a team of heroes that protected the Earth. Their foes became mythical beasts, tales of their prowess turned into legends. Though they have long since turned to dust, their values live on. From their death rises a new hero. And their death is a loss for so many more.

Sacrifice is what actualizes a hero. Yes, they need to fight for others, and have the strength to do so. But it's only when they sacrifice themselves does one see their full potential, as they reach their limit and push past it.

Mathew stood on the hill, watching black light frozen in place, caught in the act of trying to contaminate this world. He stood with Diggati and Hannah by his side, countless corpses of twisted monsters littered around them. The fifth member of the team had just sacrificed himself, exploding his Essence into the twisted timeline, shattering it.

'Oh Meg, why are you always risking yourself?!' Mathew feared for her. Meg lied on the other side of the fissure. The only way to successfully freeze time is to unite the timelines, and in order to do that they needed someone placed in either dimension.

She looked at him through the entanglement of monsters that surrounded her. Most were frozen mid-air, primed to tackle. She simply tilted her head at him and smiled. He knew in an instant what she was going to do. He couldn't lose his best friend! The one who teased him for never obeying Daylight Savings Time, the one who loved coffee and sunsets, painting and horseback riding. The one who risks it all.

"No! Guys, she's going to unfreeze time! When she does that, the dimension will collapse into itself, crushing her!!" Mathew shouted at his teammates. To keep people who aren't Time Warpers outside the time stream, it requires a lot of work. So when she unsnapped herself, Mathew was already tired. The weight of flowing time acted against the vacuum he created, as he felt everything shift towards her. His arms trembled as he tried to stabilize the timeline, to keep her from her death.

They may have been on the brink of defeat, but they were still trained heroes. The monsters piled on top of her as Digatti used telekinesis, ripping open the fissure before it could close on itself. Hannah turned herself into light, and shot herself through. She slaughtered countless of them, grabbing Meg and beaming themselves out of there. He dropped his hold as the dimension slammed shut. The haunting howls of the beasts were the last noises heard, before it was replaced by silence. The cold air blew through the night.

"No, no!" I reached her first. I snapped time frozen around her and clutched her hand. "Please, please don't die!"

It was truly a ghastly sight. Tears across her whole body, and the blood that seeped through would become still once it left her, pooling over her where the cuts were deepest.

"I - I had to," she gasped, coughing up blood. "We're heroes..."

I tried checking if there was any way to stop the bleeding, but it was clear she was too far gone. "Meg, why?!? It could've been me! Please..."

She chuckled, even as she seared with pain. "B-ut it couldn't have been you, you would've been an hour late..."

Tears welled in my eyes. "No... please..."

She tried to prop herself up, gripping my hand and beaconing me to come close. "Don't worry, you'll see me again! I've chosen. I've chosen who's going to get it. S-Someone hurt, like you. To someone deserving, they must know what it's like to truly love and fight for another. I gift them my power, so they'll have the strength to rise from extreme, unfair pain. The pain life hands out, a-all willy-nilly, you know?"

Her eyes brimmed and she felt weak, so I softly lowered her head back down. "Oh, one more thing!" She adds, forever smiling despite it all. "Someone like that, I think they're going to need a guide. And I can't think of a better one than you. So you can't die! Not until you're a mentor, and you find me again. You promise?"

"I promise." I held her close for a few moments. She couldn't hold back completely: Her red eyes gave way to the slightest of tears. It made them gleam with fire. Her characteristic gleam, one of determination and courage, no matter what.

I stood back up, swallowing the choking feeling in my throat. "I promise... Goodbye Meg. You're the real hero."

I unsnapped my fingers. My teammates deserved to say goodbye too.

------

We both gasped as we returned to reality.

"I - that's me?!" She spun from all the death. She seemed freaked.

"I can't be certain, but from what I saw... You know what it truly means to love another, don't you?"

She paid me little attention. She turned her back to me and walked to an old car parked on the side, climbing onto the roof while rubbing her face. "I didn't want this..." She quietly said. She looked up at me and I could see her eyes start to turn red. "I hated this! I didn't want to be the one who survived. For the longest time, I thought I was cursed!"

I tried to say something, but she continued. "I was the oldest one who cared. When I was 12 our family... I - It was just me and him. If he had it, he could've saved himself. Why couldn't it have been him?!"

"I'm sorry there was only one gift to give."

She sniffled, tears brimming as she couldn't control it. "I'm no hero! I lost him that night, and all I did was run." She pulled out a knife and clenched the handle so hard her knuckles turned white. "It's so unfair! And I hate how childish that sounds!"

I sigh. A pain builds in my chest. "Look, I'm an adult. I have walked this Earth for decades. I have a PhD in Quantum Mechanics and Oscillatory motion.-"

"Your freaking resume won't make me feel better!!!" She shouted, throwing the knife at me. I sucked its temporality so it stilled mid-air, and I grabbed it and walked toward her.

"-And, my point is, I HATE HOW UNFAIR IT ALL IS!!!" I shout at the top of my lungs, all the anger and resentment and guilt shooting itself out of me. "I HATE IT, I HATE IT, I HATE IT!"

I take off my sunglasses and throw them on the floor. I stomp on them a few times. Really grinding it to dust.

"Whaa-" Was all she said. She was shocked.

"I'm an adult! And I feel the same thing! You're stronger than me, because you actually held it in! There's nothing childish about stating a fact!"

'Ugh, I think I tore my sciatica'. Well, I'm not going to have a girl cry on my watch. I reach my hand into a woman's purse nearby and grab a bunch of tissues, regaining my composure in an instant. "Tissue?"

She looks at me at first like I'm insane. But underneath that, I think I saw something like hope, or a 'thank you', as the edges of her lips start to curl up in a smile. And then she giggles, and accepts the tissue. "You're crazy."

"And I'm at your service."

Blowing her nose, she takes a few breaths. I was pretty sure her mind had difficulty wrapping herself around the strangeness of the situation. When she spoke again, it was far more reminiscent. "I - you know, my brother really wanted to be a hero... We would dress up in bed sheets and towels, run around parks as he saved me from the villain of the day. It was so crazy, he would even make multi-part arcs. At the end of one, I remember I bought him ice cream and he got it all over himself... He-" She shut her eyes closed and smiled, bidding her tears not to escape. "He would tell me it was his 'turn to be hero' every single time. Like he saw me as the actual hero or something."

"Aw."

"It was kind of cute. And look," She chuckled as if she was half-mad. "Here I am talking to a real one. But I must say, I'm glad he never met you."

"Wait, excuse me?"

"I'm just saying, if he copied you, I'd be getting tantrums every day!"

"Heh, that might be true." I decided to agree, and she laughed a little. But that noise soon turned to silence, as the previous weight descended upon us. I may have distracted her for a bit, but there are still important questions to ask. And she was well aware of that. "Look, I'm sorry if this hurts you, but I need to know what you plan to do with the powers."

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair and tugging it. "I really don't deserve it. He should've been the hero. Can you take it back?"

"The universe chose you. The only thing you don't have to worry about is that you must know you deserve this, or at the very least you can deserve it."

She sighed. "Old man, please, just shut up."

"You should at least accept that if you want me to take it-"

"I said shut up!"

"Why! This-"

She clenched her jaw and exploded, grinding the tissue to tatters. "You want me to say it?! I'm a murderer! Okay, is that what you wanted to hear?! I'm a murderer, not a hero! Ugh, and I didn't even want to!"

Wait, what?

Thank you! I was wondering if it was a little too jarringly spontaneous for other people, glad you liked it.

Just a regular day. I was out by the flea market, hoping for something, anything, to take my mind off my own life. Off of boredom and off of the pain that will never leave. After casting aside a sundial in the shape of a cat, I peered into the crowd, hoping to see into all others' lives. That's when a swish of cloth attracted my attention to a rather short girl with white hair. Her eyes were red, and curious as I am, I wondered what made her cry. I prepared for the second she would meet my gaze so I could read her eyes, read her mind. This is what I usually do, and I'd help her if she deserved it. Just a normal day, as I said. Until I tasted pollen.

'Oh great.'

Like Clark Kent in a bank heist, I froze. Everyone else did too, but unless there is another like me, it wasn't so voluntary.

'She has powers. Another like Meg. I hope she doesn't meet the same fate.' I feel idle nostalgia as she walks around, peering into people's faces. She intrigued me, and I didn't really care if she nicked a wallet or two. 'Maybe it's just some harmless robbing. She's so small! Maybe this is the easiest way for her to rob without hurting anyone.'

I feel optimistic as she approaches a rather large man dressed as a mechanic. Then she pulls a butcher's knife from within her coat and plunges it into his chest. My eyes shoot open.

My brain freezes in horror as she takes it out, passing the knife to an unassuming suspect. 'Oh that was very bad...' and that's when I realized a secondary concern. 'Oh no, oh no, she's messing with time!-'

As part of my punishment for getting drunk Chronos to document the gestation periods of extinct animals, he made it so that whenever I mess with the time stream a bunch of pollen attacks me. 'This wasn't my fault!!' I internally shout before shooting my head back and letting out a sneeze so powerful it tore through the cloudy sky, decimating whatever planets are in its way until it reaches the Edge of Infinity...

"Oh shoot," I mumble. She rips herself towards me, and I could see the tears that had been streaming down her face. She turned so quickly that she left droplets floating in an arc in the air. And she gave me her eyes.

------

Trigger.

Bullet.

Shock.

She froze.

"~To-- deserving --- fight --- pain.~"

Trigger.

Bullet.

Freeze.

She ran.

------

She came back to reality, something covering her eyes. She freaked, punching him in the stomach and jumping back. There was an older man in front of her, whose face was full of sympathy - even as he clutched his stomach.

"Who - what just happened?!" Her mind was clouded, the recollection too vivid, too fresh. "You saw in my head!? You're like me?!?"

He put his hands up as if he was calming a horse. "Woah, woah. Calm down, calm down. I'm Mathew. Everything's good, everything's fine. Look, I know the truth about your powers."

She was confused, but adrenalized fear still took precedence. "You know what happened to - Wait a minute! You saw me sta- stab the- oh shi-!" She turned tail and bolted.

"oh come on." he fished around in his pocket and pulled out a mask. He put it on, and hoped against hope it would work. He snapped his fingers, stopping stopped time. Then he just walked up to and placed himself in front of her, unsnapping his fingers. She ran into him.

"Achoo!!!" The first thing he did was rip off his mask. A boatload of pollen fell out. "I freaking hate that curse."

She on the other hand, could not care less about his seasonal allergies. Well, she kind of cared. Because she was hyperventilating, and accidentally inhaled a little bit of it. For maybe a minute, there was a lot of wheezing and sneezing, so he frantically watched - not sure what he could do - as she pulled out an asthma inhaler.

"Okay, now you know I can do that. Please don't run away again."

"Are you going to - wheeeze - arrest me?"

"Well, you did just stab a man... How about you apologize and we call it even?"

Asthma attack aside, she gained some intensity in her eyes. "Never." She brought herself to her full height and looked up at me, taking a deep breath to center herself. "Enough about me. You were in my head you old creep. You said you know about my powers?" Voice a little shaky, but otherwise a successful assertion of dominance. She pulled out yet another butcher's knife (how many does she have!!) and held it out at me. "You will tell me everything, or I will gut you like a - uh..." She paused, waving the knife hesitantly in the air. "I - I've never really done this before... You could just take it with your super speed or something... I'm sorry, I'm not really used to 'asking' normally..."

My heart gave out to her. "No, no! You're doing a really good job! You can just bluff your way! You can say something like 'I let you catch up to me, to see how fast you really were. I must say, I had hoped you could've given me a better fight' and then press the knife against my throat slowly so I don't involuntarily react!"

She dropped the knife as her eyes lit up. "That's pretty good!"

I pick up the knife and hand it back to her. She nods and proceeds to press it against my throat, just like I taught her. "I let you catch me, to see how fast you are. I had hoped you we-would- ah dang it!"

"Ohh, don't get discouraged! I loved how you accented 'let', you can do it!"

She centered herself, eyes closed, deep breath. Then she pulled out another butcher's knife, and walked slowly towards me. When she opened her eyes, they shined bright red. "Hehe. I let you catch me." Her voice shifted completely, absolutely cold and dauntless. She closed the distance and pressed both knives against my throat in X-fashion. "I had hoped you would've been a better fight, but I guess I'll just have to gut you if you don't tell me why I was cursed with this power, if it wasn't to kill him."

"That was absolutely terrifying!" I applauded her and stepped a little back from the knife-wielder. However, she kept close.

"I wasn't joking."

Eesh. This one's hardcore. She seriously gave me goosebumps.

"O-okay, but could you at least tell me your name first?"

"No." She pressed the cold - and sharp -metal against my skin. "Now answer."

I chuckled a little. Is this what being proud feels like? It hurts. "Okay, you don't have to say anything. Just look into my eyes."

-----

Loud static, distant screams and innumerable moans crescendoing and falling over each other. But despite all that, the voice of someone holding back their fear and their sobs to send this one message cuts through. "-I wanted you to know, I - I, I'm so grateful for the time I've had with you. Y-You mean the world to me. And, I... I love you."

The war is over. The death is over. Almost over...

"We are officiating the funeral of Levi Desimati Hunter-"

Once upon a time, there was - is - a massive bioengineered plague with the R-naught of measles and the mortality rate of Ebola. When it was created, a barbaric scientist's fantasy, they never predicted that it would mutate. They thought it was impossible. But when super vaccines arose to counteract it...

"The legacy he left behind is one of carnage and elimination. Those kind to him would say he has no legacy instead."

Levi Hunter worked day and night to fight it. He neglected those he loved, too busy fighting for them. But when it came, coupled with a terrible drought and the rise of contaminated mosquitoes, birds, and soon the soil and water too...

"In reality, his honor, his joy and his life, is set in everyone he knew. He never could've had the strength of Luke, the heart of Hattie, or the hope of Brixton and Margarita, who believed in him until the end. He never deserved the love of Magdalene."

Every time he closed his eyes, that final day replayed over and over. He had acquired funding direct from the president, found a strand from a mixture of 2 rare fungi that seemed to neutralize the pathogen. While the world descended into the screams of death, fire, and anarchy, he had rushed to the lab to multiply it. He had tried to give other governments the recipe. He had tried to save his friends, colleagues and loved ones. He had tried it all. But by then, it was too late...

"One could say destiny was his enemy. Maybe that's why he was too weak. But that being true does not change one key fact, a fact that would have gone down in history had he not destroyed it: he failed. And in doing so, the world was brought down with him."

It could survive anywhere, at any temperature. It spread and multiplied to the point that there are trillions of it, coating the entire globe. The few people he wasted his shots on reacted adversely, reacted excruciatingly. Making him the only one protected against it. The only one cursed with remembering their voices in his head. The only one who couldn't die.

"His immortality led to his death. His punishment is his release-"

It's been over 2 years. He searched for survivors, never found any. He learned how to fly a plane, he crashed a plane. Not in that order. And he couldn't take it, not anymore.

"-Our funeral for a beloved man is his apology to this world. Because,-"

So now, he took control of every TV, computer, and city screen on Earth. Or at least the ones that were still turned on. He had tried to use that to search for others. When that failed, he realized he could use it for something else.

"-because, I'm sorry."

After spending hours upon hours of time crafting it, he finally made his funeral speech, recorded and broadcast across the entire world. He thought of it as his eulogy, his verdict, and an apology that could do almost nothing for his atonement. He heard his voice echo across the entire city, knowing that it would reach the bodies of the dead no matter how far.

He fell into his grave, felt the dirt pushed atop of him. He reached for his phone, playing the last message he ever received one more time.

"-I wanted you to know, I - I, I'm so grateful for the time I've had with you. Y-You mean the world to me. And, I... I love you."

He plays another one on his list, as he feels the crushing weight bear down on his lungs.

"I'm so grateful for the time I've had with you. Y-You mean the world to me. And, I... I love you."

He plays another, the dirt finding its way into his nose and giving him feelings of suffocation.

"You mean the world to me. And, I... I love you."

He plays one last one, as the dim light of the phone turns blurry and his arms tingle.

"I love you."

His tears turned what dirt they could into mud. But he smiled, he smiled for the first time in a long time.

I love you too.

And just like that, the last sentient being in the universe gave his last breath. Millions of years later, life would someday come again. The cycle starts anew.

Never let them know your next move. His enemy had taken that closer to heart than he ever could've. Nothing in his life could've ever let him predict this. His body went slack with fear as he heard the ground rumble, flashes of the hospital bed clouding his vision.

-----

Every single time Mathias Mark came close to Serendipity, he was toyed with and cut down with such ease that the slashes still remain imprinted on his brain. As childish and lighthearted as the name 'Serendipity' was, this villain was formidable, powerful, and above all, lucky. Containing the power of Good Fortune, bordering on mind-crushingly infuriating, Mark had never been able to lay a finger on him.

Every time they fought, Mark needed to plan countermeasures and an AI that could calculate far more possibilities in a single second than Mark could in a year. Only once, a fateful Christmas day 4 years ago, atop the Empire State Building, did he ever win. He built a device that negated Serendipity's powers. Only after Mark's grandparents were evicted from their home and his closest cousin was placed in a coma. The villain had run off, and was never seen again. Mark was left bleeding and clutching a young child's teddy bear that was left at the scene.

Occasionally Mark wondered what happened to him. He also had no clue if the device he created was permanent or not, so many a night had kept him awake with false alarms and frightening memories as he feared his archenemy's return.

----

"-and as you can see, 5 groups of 4 make 20, so..." He let the answer dangle in front of her.

"20 divided by 4 is 5!" She shouted with glee.

He smiled at such childish energy. Maybe it was a reminder that he was getting old, but it still brought with him a sense of happiness for the next generation. "Correct! And would you look at that! You successfully completed all 20 questions!"

She giggled with excitement and did a little dance. He shuffled a little as well before a voice in his head - the voice of reason - decided to ruin the fun.

"<>Heart rate, 110. Recommended: Cease.<>"

His eyes widened in merry concern. The AI did not account that a child's heart rate is naturally higher, but ultimately it was in the right. "Woah, okay then. Destiny, maybe we should go check if your father's here yet! It's almost 5, and don't you want to show him your worksheet?"

She shifted gears instantly. "Yeah!"

Snatching the piece of paper with movements faster than Reflex, she grabbed his hand and yanked him outside. He banished the thought from his head. His fighting days were behind him, his mind and telekinetic powers covered in cobwebs at this point. True he dons the spandex when his AI - after sifting through crime reports - believes him to be required, but after the fall of Serendipity, villains started disappearing overnight.

--

The flap of the paper in that beautiful Autumn breeze brought me back. Apart from the cars of teachers who stayed late - either to review assignments or sic on their naughty ones - the parking lot was empty except for one car near the entrance, and one man leaning against it.

He looked to be in his late thirties, but most likely it was just stress. I briefly found that combination with such an energetic daughter weird, but then it occurred to me that if my child is curious and an energetic wanderer, I would probably be taxed as well.

I usually disliked parents because of how uncompromising and accusatory they usually were. But - when her dad saw them, his face melted away into such a loving smile that I could not help but put him in the 'Good' list. He waved us over and eyed me with minor skepticism, but I gladly conceded my threat status.

"Dad!" She ran up to him and waved the paper in his face. "Look at what I got! Look!- Ah!"

She tripped the second she got close, and our reaction times were surprisingly comparable. I silently shot a wave bubble to soften her fall, but before I could do that he had jumped, caught her, and rolled for a second before gracefully standing up as if nothing had happened, and he had simply been giving her an embrace. The sheer speed at which he did that threw me off, and I didn't have time to cut the bubble before it hit him below the knees and he fell as well. There was a brief flash of a quizzical look on his face before he braced for impact.

"Oh goodness! I'm so sorry!" I ran up and genuinely felt bad. I really am getting too old for this. "Would you like me to help you up?" I follow through and ask.

He simply chuckled and unfolded his arms, letting his daughter emerge from his cocoon.

"Oh don't worry about it. That's just my rotten luck." He lifted up and dusted himself off, shifting his attention. "Are you okay, angel?" He softly asked.

"<>Voice sample, needed. Get closer.<>" The AI popped in my head at such a random time. Maybe it's gotten too used to villains in every corner. I shrug it off and reply.

"I'm fi-" I almost said before 'He's not talking to me!!!' shot into my head and caused me to shut the hell up. Stupid AI! Messing me up like that!

"<>I'm not stupid, you're stupid.<>" Shut up! I missed the first part of her reply.

"-Every time this happens you always save me, dad. But why aren't you talking about all my hard work!!" She shook the crumpled assignment in her fist, and he immediately laughed.

"Oh, let me see here..." After inspecting it for a moment, he picked her up and spun her around. "All correct! Of course. Oh, and you must be her favourite teacher!"

He set her down to look at me. She nodded aggressively and looked at me with a beam.

"<>Voice Sample Required.<>" Seriously, shut up! I'm her favourite teacher? I knew it.

I nod and extend my hand. "If I remember my attendance sheet correctly, you'd be Chris Meton, correct?"

"Nice to see her teacher has quite the impressive memory!" He stated genially before shaking my hand with a firm grip, eyes on mine.

Eyes straying downwards to the strange texture in my hand, I make comment on his surprisingly bulky and loose fitting attire. "Are you a construction worker? Pardon my ignorance, I know of little jobs that require hard boots and worker's gloves."

"Something like that. I work in disaster recovery."

Hah! Quick Bit, the kleptomaniac with an obsession of screws would've loved that job.

Oh he's still talking. "-With my luck, it's useful to say 'the building collapsed before I got there'!" He laughed loudly, and it did tickle me to think of how many criminals might enjoy a job like that. I could still feel his firm hand underneath the glove, when my brain clicked and I flashed back to that night.

It was the laugh. The laughter that was not maleficence, no. It was psychotically carefree and to Mark's ears so selfish. He tried to force himself back, "It's not him! He's just a civilian!", but when he looked down he saw the blood of his cousin seeping through their clasped hands.

Stowing his high spirits the second he saw the marked shift in the teacher's inhalation, his face adopted concern. "Uh, are you-"

"<>Voice Recognised: Villain of Good Fortune, Serendipity. 100% match.<>"

The whole world shook.

----

To think that he had been teaching Destiny division just a few minutes prior. For her to willingly request his assistance - an act that rekindled his love for teaching - meant that somehow he had created someone that turned out all right.

Maybe he probably should've caught the 'Destiny' word-play earlier.

---- I might make Part 2 later. I wasted my time writing this instead of studying for my midterm. It's in 3 hours, so I have time...