Fighting against all odd for the greater good, to improve the world and to make those who cry smile again, that is what a hero strives to be – The Green Saint

The raindrops hammered down upon the bus Justin Bell drove home from school. It had been raining for the last few days and there was no sign of it stopping as the weather turned more and more harsh as winter approached. It has been this way since the awakening a few years before.Villains and Heros emerged overnight.
Noone knew why and in the end, it did not matter.
Even with politicians trying to contain it, trying to garner favors from everybody with a calling.Humanity as it was known, ceased simply ceased to exist.

The Superheros and Megavillians out of the cinema became real.
People who could control lightning or bend water.
People who could heal wounds and turn invinsible.

Everything a human desires is a physical possibility. There is nothing thats just fantasy. It is just fantasy, for now! - The Masked Man

The young boy that sat on the bus home looked outside of the window, looking at the raindrops racing downwards. Or rather he looked through them, his gaze was blanked out and his mind somewhere else.

He did not want to go home, but he must.He did not want to go to school anymore, but he must.He did not want anymore at all.

Too deep had been the scars he collected over the years and hope for a better life had vanished long ago, when his parents died in the awakening. And it is there where his mind goes whenever he was alone. To that faithful evening.

Our duty and pleasure is to serve the people, to make their lifes better, to make earth a better place. - Krazy Kyle

Justin remembered it as if it was yesterday. Clear sky, bright moon. The cars running behind them on the street, honking and speeding around. The city buzzing. Nothing was wrong in this world.
The Bells were out to enjoy the long promised trip to the cinema. A late birthday present to Justin as the movie was not released when he turned ten. He was dressed up in his favorite superhero costume to watch the adventures of him. The white Duckling. Looking back at his former self he could only scuff.
Heros and Villains, for Justin they all had become garbage. They took his parents away.
On this day, this seemingly normal day, the three of them stood in line outside of the cinema as it happened.

And it happened so fast.

The strong are there for the weak, and the weak are there to remind us of our shortcomings. - Dreamgirl

An explosion erupted on the street the bus was driving on and shook through the windows shattering them in the process. As the driver slammed the breaks the young brownhaired boy jumped out of his seat.
This explosion, this sound. He would have recognized it no matter where he was. He hear it in his dreams. It haunted him, day and night.

He rushed to the front of the bus and saw him.
The one person responsible for everything.
Explosion
He did not need another name. Even the press staid with just a simple explanation of what he did as his name.

There he stood in a crater just a few meters away.
Laughing at the carnage he caused. His wild mane of bright red hair waveing in the hot cinderes caused by his power.
And anger began to flare up in his mind turning his vision into a jumbled mess of past and present.

His parents laying in front of him, bleeding out.The smoke coming off the cars surrounding him.

Sounds of sirens everywhere.

Justin climbed out of the front of the bus. Not feeling how the sharp glass cut deep into his flesh. Walking, ever so slowly, forward burning with hatred. Hearing his parents scream resonating in his head. Hearing his own voice in his head, begging him to kill this Human.
This Guy.
This BEING.
The Laughing of Explosion began to stop and he kneeled down. Justin could not see what or who it was, but he could hear Explosion, loud and clear.
“I finally got you. This game of hide and seek is over. I WILL RULE THIS TIME!”
“You will never rule, not as long as we-”
But the laying there would not be able to continue, as explosion rammed his foot into him and loud, agonizing screams began to resonate in the streets.
“I do not care what you think, you will die here. And I will live. Have a good end to your life. Monkey King!”, the Villain exclaimed as he slowly strode away.
As the all consuming anger of Justin drove him towards the crater he saw the Hero known as Monkey King. His legs torn off by the explosion and bleeding beyond help.
What Justin saw as well was that Monkey King saved a young child by shielding it with his own body.
Seeing Justin arrive at the crater the Heros face lit up.

“Young boy! Please, take this child. It needs medical attention!”

“How? Why?”, was all that Justin managed to say

“Because I am a Hero.” the hero who used to be known as Monkey King said.
His eyes clued to the child, crying , hurt and bloodied, but alive, as he slowly took his last breaths.
Monkey King, formerly Viktor Clark, did not anymore see how Justin Bells body began to glow. How Justin Bell turned into the next Monkey King.

--- A year later---

“Being asked the question why risk their lives to save people the Hero Monkey King replied

“Because I am a Hero”

And the Young Boy with brown hair known as Monkey King rode his magic cloud into the sky, to safe yet other people in need, Oliva McCansy for HeroNewsOne!”