[ WP ] Write a sad superhero story .

`` Dad?'' my voice trembled. 
 
 I walked over to his bed, slowly, cautiously. Not wanting to seem like a threat, I stared straight ahead, letting my gaze speak for itself: I want no trouble from anyone in the room. I just want to see my father. 
 
 `` Victor?'' his voice croaked through the oxygen mask. 
 
 `` No, dad. It's me, Vincent,'' I answered, my voice still shaky. 
 
 `` Y-You are no c-child of mine,'' he shook so much with anger that his oxygen mask slanted off sideways. `` Get out!'' 
 
 `` But dad,'' I argued. 
 
 `` I - AM - NOT - YOUR - FATHER!'' he wheezed at an attempt to yell at me. 
 
 I stopped in my tracks. I was only 3-feet away from his bed. The sounds of the beeping monitors around him seemed to carry the tension of the room. 
 
 `` I think you should leave,'' said a voice to my right. 
 
 `` No, please,'' I cried, but not facing the person I answered. I did n't want to allow a commotion to fester. 
 
 `` Vin... You should leave,'' said the voice firmly. 
 
 I turned to face the familiar voice, and just as I did, the emotions I was holding back just burst out and the tears started to roll down my cheeks. 
 
 `` B-Brother?'' I cried. 
 
 `` I have no brother. Leave now,'' he said firmly, unswayed by my sudden outburst of emotion. 
 
 `` Victor, please. Let me see him, after this, I wo n't be able to see him anymore,'' I begged. 
 
 `` You have no right to be here. This is not a place for your kind,'' he spat disgustingly at me. 
 
 `` Victor, please,'' I pleaded as I got on my knees. `` It's just the way I am, I never wanted to hurt anyone in the family. I was never good at being bad. No matter how hard I tried, I could never become a villain!'' 
 
 `` YOU BETRAYED US!'' he yelled in rage, his eyes burning white hot flames. It was obvious he was holding back on me but he was on the edge from burning me down. `` YOU KILLED MOTHER!'' 
 
 `` I d-did n't k-kill her,'' I cried into my hands. I was no longer unsure if I was embarrassed to face him or if I was actually afraid he'd burn me. 
 
 `` SHE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU! THE HEARTBREAK SHE WENT THROUGH AT THE THOUGHT OF HER YOUNGEST CHILD BEING A SUPERHERO TORE HER APART INSIDE OUT!'' he yelled, his voice echoing around the room. 
 
 Aunt Rita, our mother's youngest sister, appeared from behind him and placed a consoling hand on his shoulder. 
 
 `` Victor, calm down, you're raising the temperature in the room. Your father already has difficulty breathing,'' she reasoned. 
 
 It took him a few breaths, but Victor calmed down and his eyes returned to their usual blue. 
 
 `` You have five minutes. If you do n't leave after, I will personally see to it that your legacy and the city you protect burns down and all that's left are their ghosts and ashes.'' 
 
 The threat seemed eerily more dangerous when he spoke calmly compared to when he was yelling his lungs out. 
 
 I walked over to dad's side and held his hand. 
 
 `` Dad, I k-know you'll never f-forgive me, but I j-just want the chance to ap-apologise,'' I cried, my tears spilling onto his hand cupped between both my hands. `` I need you to k-know that despite how d-different I turned out, I never o-once despised our family. I n-never o-once wished for a different f-family. I still love e-everyone of you, I s-still do.'' 
 
 I could n't hold it back any longer. I started sobbing so hard that my breaths were short and sharp intakes of air. I cupped his hands even hard and placed my head on it, for some reason it felt right, it felt as though it was the only way to show how sorry I was. 
 
 `` Your mother,'' he croaked. `` She never stopped hoping. Always hoping that little Vincent would come back. I knew you would n't, not after the whole scenario with my brother. Uncle Ivan was at the brink of executing one of the most excellent mass murder of the most prestigious University that our country would have ever seen, and you just burst in and froze him. You as good as killed your poor Uncle Ivan when the police shot him in the head and he could n't move because you held him in place. Fucking mind control. One of the most fantastic fucking abilities and it went to you, a fuck up!'' 
 
 He started coughing badly, clutching his chest. 
 
 `` Dad?'' I exclaimed. 
 
 `` Oh, fuck you, you ungrateful bastard! Get the fuck out! You ai n't no son of mine! Go! Be different, be a fucking loser! Superhero my fucking arse!'' he chuckled weakly which ended with him coughing out blood. 
 
 `` Victor!'' he yelled through the blood filling up his mouth. 
 
 `` Dad?'' answered Victor, and for the first time that night, his voice was soft and scared. 
 
 `` CONTINUE THE LEGACY! FUCK YOUR BROTHER! HE WANTS TO BE DIFFERENT? YEAH, WELL FUCK THAT! BURN HIS CITY! THEN BURN HIM! LEAD THE VILLAINS SON, AND TAKE OUT ANYONE WHO STANDS IN YOUR... FUCKING...'' he started to cough out so much blood that his last word was barely audible, `` WAY!'' 
 
 His body relaxed, and his head hung sideways, his eyes staring through me; the blood dripping down his chin and onto his hand, still cupped between both of mine. 
 
 `` Dad?'' my voice barely came out. 
 
 `` Dad?'' I cried once more, sobbing harder the longer he did n't respond, but he just continued staring through me. 
 

