The Good Ones Always Die First.

Water pools on the side of the pavement.

Its hard to believe that only 2 years have passed since we became superhumans. I say superhumans because not all of us became heroes. One went into modeling, another into construction, but all of them ended up the same.

Except for Harry.

Out of all of us, he received the flashiest power. Pyrokinesis. Pretty cool, right? He thought so as well. He was the first to dive straight into vigilante work. It was harder NOT to see him. Eventually, news channels broadcasted this boy of light all over the world: Candlelight ascends! All of us laughed when he heard that name, but it quickly stuck.

He chose to patrol Los Angeles, and crime decreased before you knew it. He was always a smart kid, so he learned how to manipulate his fire into all sorts of things. No one ever got hurt from his flames, but thugs all over town feared him.

Soon though, there was barely any crime at all. So Harry had to look harder. Clean up all the nooks and crannies of LA. He eventually started taking down huge organizations, clans, you name it.

But one day everything changed.

It was hard NOT to see him. His flaming body on the side of a building. But despite his impact on the world, his death was hardly covered. The most anyone was told was that he succumbed to his own flames in some sort of freak accident.

It took me 2 years to discover the truth.

It's true that Harry succumbed to his own flames. But that was only because he kept exceeding his body's limits in order to fight something off.

Something like ice.

And as I stand here, holding Caesar hostage, I ask him.

"Why?"

Of course, I already knew why. Jealousy caused this prick to freeze Harry alive in order to force his flames to extreme temperatures. But it made no sense. Just 2 years ago we were all at that bonfire. Celebrating high school graduation at a campsite when the meteor hit. Going crazy with ideas of how to use our powers once we awoke from the blast.

And yet here I am, holding Caesar within a sphere of water to prevent his use of ice.

Slowly drowning him.

And as his body stops thrashing, I piece together my theory.

The meteor enhanced all of us with powers we always dreamed of. But it also enhanced other parts of us. Our bodies AND minds. It bolstered Harry's admiration of heroes. Cici's dream of being an idol, My love for the ocean.

Caesar's envy of his younger brother.

It was like he was a different person. And I was fine with that.

Because as I released my hold onto him, dropping him onto the pavement, I felt no remorse for killing this monster imitating my old friend. And I will feel no remorse for killing the rest.

Water pools on the side of the pavement. A bit redder, now.