It was another one of those days, the days when Cantor had been smashed into the dirt again by one of the many superheroes loitering outside of the Hero Academy Campus.
The days when Cantor thought he couldn't take any more mockery and condemnation, but still held on.
The days when another superhero had told him to scram and punched him across the street, but Cantor came back anyway.
Another typical day in the life of the walking failure.

Cantor's life was simple; he was born with a memory and processing defect, and therefore was simply stupid. Not that he couldn't understand things and situations, but to put it simply and easily, was still struggling with the third grade.
It was because of this unfortunate and embarrassing fact that nearly every person who knew who he was looked down on him, mocked him, verbally abused him, and the rougher and meaner of them would also beat him up.
Cantor's mother and father, the only people on earth who ever loved him, were murdered by a marauding and ravaging Scourge that had been killed a few seconds too late.

Cantor's one aspiration, hope, and dream in life was to enter in the Hero And Power Academy, a dream that he knew would never come true: only the smartest and most advanced teens in their schools were aloud to audition to enter the Hero Academy. The age of heroes in the academy ranged from thirteen to twenty-five years, although there were the exceptions of the young geniuses.

The heroes must first go through a grueling bootcamp, and then to the Power Training. From there they must endure the Hero Academy where they learn the basics of how to use their powers and how to become, well, a hero, before they can protect the city from the evil Scourge.
They continue with their hero training till the day they are fully ready to become a True Hero, which is the highest rank obtainable. It is then when they have hit the hight of perfection, not only in form and power, but has their heart, soul and mind right.

Every day Cantor would sit at the entrance to the Hero and Power Academy campus and watch the superheroes within, gazing in wonder as they talked together, showed each other the different moves and abilities that they had learned, swapping jokes, and training with the PE class.

It was one of those days.
Cantor sighed and gazed at the empty page in his notebook, it seemed to beg him to be filled. He glanced back at the hero who had ignored him. He flipped back through the last twenty pages of the notebook, revealing twenty autographs from the different heroes that he had collected. A letter, from one of the superheroes to some unknown receiver, slipped out of the pages into Cantor's hand. Cantor deftly slid it back in the pages making sure no one had seen it. He looked at the collection of autographs for a long while before turning and walking back to his seat. He took up his usual perch on the edge of a fountain statue which portrayed the splendor of a superhero clad in a tight jumpsuit with his fists flaming, and gave a long sigh.

"Ay, there's the twimp again! I thought I told you to get out of here yesterday twimp!" A superhero exclaimed, briskly walking toward him.

"I'm not harming you," Cantor said desperately, "I won't bother you, I'm just watching!"

"Watching? Ha! I'm tired of you mulling about here, bugging us to no end! You stupid wimp, you worthless maggot! Get out of here and don't come back!" The superhero was getting too close for Cantor's comfort.

"It's not my fault I'm not as smart as you!" Cantor yelled, trying to talk past the lump forming in his throat.

"I won't take excuses and talkback from a teen who doesn't even know how to change his own diapers!"

"I do not hav—" Cantor's rage was cut short as he lost his balance, and toppled backwards and into the fountain.

Laughter and mockery erupted from all around him as he rose from the water, coins grinding under his feet, and colored a deep red. He stepped, dripping, out of the fountain clenching his fists, gritting his teeth, and doing his best to ignore the taunts, jeers, and mockery.
A hand griped his collar and he was lifted off the ground until he was eye to eye with the superhero who had grown fifteen feet tall, giving the impression that he had been starched out like taffy.

"Don't come back," The superhero said through clenched teeth, pronouncing every word as if it were a separate sentence.

"You know I will," Cantor replied simply.
Then he was punched across the street.

Cantor got up from the ground, jumping out of the way of a bicycle zooming down the sidewalk, dusted himself off, inspecting the damage done to his shirt and pants, and walked back across the street.

The superhero—who had shrunk back down to normal size—was now talking and laughing with his friends as if nothing had happened. Cantor decided to stay out of sight until the superhero left.

He did not have to wait long, however, just as he was getting color table behind a dumpster, the Hero Emergency alarm went off. All of the superheroes, walking and talking together, threw down their backpacks and various possessions and rushed to the Hero Academy Hall.
Cantor had never been taught that it was wrong to steal, his parents had been killed long before Cantor could have been taught that, and no know else cared to teach him. The moment he was sure that they were all out of sight, he jumped forward, he selected a backpack from one of stronger superheroes, and plunged his hands into it to find a memento. He withdrew victorious, with pokemon trading card. He scampered back behind the dumpster. A moment later, as the alarm still wailed, nearly all the superheroes rushed out of the Academy campus as if they were a heard of wildebeest rushing toward feeding grounds. Cantor scrambled after them, keeping up as best he could to the superheroes.
He heard them long before he saw them; the wave of Scourge was ravaging the west end of the city, a few skyscrapers were already down, and people were getting eaten and killed right and left. Police sirens were wailing all around, voices were booming through megaphones, and a SWAT team had already arrived. The superheroes went into immediate action; those who had the right abilities began climbing, grappling, stretching, and jumping up the different buildings and skyscrapers and spreading out. Those who could not made a full-on frontal attack to the Scourge. The first attack was struck when a hero released a charge of energy, engulfing one of the smaller Scourge in a white energy which ripped it apart.
One Scourge charged the advancing heroes, but was ambushed by one superhero on the rooftop of a large building. The superhero swung his hand which had turned into a sword and grew fifty feet long toward the Scourge, slicing through its thin slimy skin. The hero continued slicing until the Scourge until it fell to the ground, dead.
The superheroes clashed with the Scourge, the battle beginning in earnest. The noises of the fight rang out through the city.

Cantor scrambled up a fire escape to the rooftop of a four story building to watch the battle.
One Scourge was shredded in-two by a superhero who was a blur as he spun in a spherical pattern, ripping through the Scourge as if he was shredding cabbage. Many of the superheroes did not despatch their opponents so easily; one superhero soared through the sky from a clobber from a rock-like Scourge. Fire erupted from a skyscraper next to the building Cantor was on as a superhero was pounded through the glass windows by a spider-like monster.

Cantor cheered as a larger Scourge went down with three superheroes on this back, inflicting diverse injuries to the beast. Then he saw the Scourge coming straight at him.
The Scourge wasn't paying particular attention to Cantor, but was smashing through the buildings and cars coming in his direction.
Cantor instinctively backing up, the Scourge was getting dangerously close. Just when Cantor was about to dash back down the fire escape, a hero blocked the Scourge's path. The hero opened his arms wide, starting an energy charge as the monster roared.
As the Scourge charged, the superhero let loose the energy charge, blasting the beast backwards down the street.

Cantor cheered again, jumping into the air.
Then he saw the shock wave from the blast.
Before he knew it, he was swept into the air and over the edge of the building. Then he was plummeting down four stories towards the alleyway.