[ WP ] You are the teenage child of a superhero , and you have superpowers . You hate the idea of being a superhero .

I never should have done it. 
 I never should have told him. 
 Or at the very least, I never should have listened. 
 But he talked about the opportunity, and its obligation, and he was just so *proud*. And we got closer, like the way you see on TV when a dad teaches his son to play baseball, but for real, finally able to share with someone what for so long marked him as *other* and *freak*. 
 
 We started with the training, obstacle courses eventually making way for battle tactics and simulations, and the weeks turned into months. I had never stood out before, especially in my father's eyes, and for the first time in my life I could *be* something to him ( beyond the family at home he was always leaving behind ). I poured myself into it. He trained me every chance that Mom let him, and I snuck out on my own just for the extra practice. 
 
 It's not his fault they found me - I went out to play when he was gone saving the day, not knowing it was just a lure to get him away. They hit me for real and I never even saw it coming, and I still do n't know what went wrong. But they traded me for him, of course he did, even knowing what was going to come next, but he did n't know. He did n't know they'd make me watch. 
 
 Damn it, Dad, I wish this never happened, I wish I'd never lived. I'd rather you were still around and hated me than this. I just wanted to be part of your life, and this was always the biggest part of you. I guess I emulated you more than I knew. I should have listened, but just like you I had to learn. But what comes now? 
 
 *With great power comes great responsibility*. 
 You never should have named me Ben.
