Exhausted. Identity on the urge of exposure. All the energy I had to fight was leaving me as quickly as blood underneath the costume. I had tried only to be doomed by the inevitable state of mine and my partners' misfortune. Sweat covered my slim figure and my faded hair was soaked as my arch-enemy held my head underwater. Water is my weakness. Since I knew I would most likely pass out, the most strategic thing to do was to lose the last of my power for good to take them out. Although my nemesis had other plans.

“Show me who you are Pyro boy!” They yelled as they tried to keep me still.

“Like hell.”

“Then I’ll have to help you out ” ending on that note, they peeled my mask from my skin and then paused. Firstly, I believed I was a disappointment to them. I was just some scrawny teenage boy. Until they started to pull their mask off as well.

“Dad? What was your goal?” Tears were being held back because I couldn’t hurt myself anymore, especially because of him.

“Son. I…I didn’t know.” My eyes commenced to rolling back and my chest struggled to rise as I spat out water.

“What excuse is that? You shouldn't do this to anyone regardless of who I am in relation to you.” my body began to spasm until I was ready to let go.

“Now I know the kind of monster I cared for.”