The snow was painted red, that’s what I’ll never forget. I had always found the rooftops of the city to be admirable when covered in snow, but not when the snow is red. I sat there quivering, his body in my arms, taking shaky breaths. He gasped for air, but he didn’t get much. He was bleeding out from a bullet wound to the rib. There wasn’t anything I could do. My only powers were strength and telekinesis I had never learned to fully control. So much had happened in the last two minutes that time seemed to stop, yet pass in a blur.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes ago when I stood face to face with my enemy. We stood on the snowy rooftop, ready to brawl. We had been enemies for years, but we didn’t really know each other. We both wore masks and used aliases.

It was just supposed to be the two of us, no causalities. But just then the door to the rooftop opened wide. Low and behold, the only person I had and loved, Sam. He was a journalist who wrongfully hated my guys, he just didn’t know it due to the alias.

It all seemed to happen in a flash. My ears rang as a shoot was fired. Sam fell to the ground with a bullet through his ribs, and my enemy fled before I could catch him. I ran to Sam’s side and applied pressure to the wound through my tears; it didn’t seem to have any affect.

He couldn’t speak, but I could hear what he was thinking. “It’s your fault I’m dying! Why don’t you show you’re face and show the world who you truly are!” Although I swore I would never reveal my identity to anyone I knew, I couldn’t help myself in the moment. I pulled off my mask so that in his dying moments he’d know I was there for him.