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James knew that becoming a superhero would change his life—he just thought it would change for the better.

He didn't know that being a superhero meant never seeing the woman he loved again. He never realized he would feel powerless as super-powered psychotics trashed the city, always one step ahead of him. He never once imagined that he would spend many a sleepless night mourning all those poor souls he couldn't save.

Then again, James wasn't your typical superhero. They kidnapped him, drugged him, took away his name and his past, and then controlled when he could soar into action. He could lift buildings, withstand a hailstorm of bullets and could soar into the deepest recesses of space, all without suffering a scratch.

Why, then, did he feel so powerless?

Excerpt:

James stared at that horrible face and punched it as hard as he could.

He certainly punch it hard enough to smash in that rotted jack-o'-lantern, to bash that crooked nose and shove those black, twisted teeth deep into the addict's throat. And indeed, Addict did fall backward and tumbled through the air, actually, before crashing against an idling bulldozer and denting the rusted metal as he hit. But then Addict did something strange. He didn't collapse to the ground or beg for mercy. He didn't run. He stood up and wiped a trail of black blood from under his nose and laughed.

He laughed and he laughed and he laughed. "I hurt so much," he wheezed as his laughter finally trailed off. "Nothing else you do can hurt me as much as I already hurt."

For the first time as Hero, James felt fear. Addict, he realized, was a different sort of villain.

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