HTA - the Hero Training Association

the room is cold and clean, nothing hung on the walls; the only things in the room where; a desk, 2 chairs White, and Mr Vincent, the leader of the HTA. Mr Vincent is a famously stern super, his powers were revolutionary for his time as with his power of being able to produce vast quantities of glitter, Mr Vincent single handedly proved that any power was capable of doing the impossible. White found Vincent intimidating, his sharply cut hair and silver beard, along with the scar across his face made him look more like a super villain over a hero. His eyes glare at White, noting every little detail, every fidget, every breath; you couldn't hide anything from him.

"why do you keep breathing into that thing?", he asked demandingly pointing towards the small white cylinder (about the shape and size of a tuna can). White speaks, barely holding himself together, "I need it ... Sir... so I can breath.", Vincent looks on inquisitively, "well you see, Sir, its my power you see, it causes my throat to swell up if i don't use this every minute or less ranging depending by how much exercise I am doing."

Vincent speaks, "is this a joke?", White was startled by this remark but continued to try and keep his posture, "no, Sir, it is not, my power turn harmful gases and particles I breath in harmless carbon dioxide but the power also causes my body to react to inflame in a similar way asthma does but a lot worse."

White finishes speaking, Vincent ponders for a moment before speaking, "I am denying your request to become a hero."

"What! But Sir, theres still the practical test before you come to your decision, why not let me prove mys,"

"I Said No!", Vincent shouts, "Get out of my office and out of the building, I don't want to look at your face any longer!"

White, questions for a moment is he should challenge once more but decides it will be in vain and leaves Mr Vincent's office. As White walks down the hallway, he passes two big door propped open leading into a training field of some kind, by the door are a large group of people, all similar ages to himself, all kited out in hero uniforms; one person in the group stood out in the crowd, Dillon! His best friend for as long as he could remember. White is planning on just walking through the crowd to the exit when Dillon slings his arm over whites body pulling him in tightly, "hey Buddy, how did it go? You don't need to answer i already know, it went great didn't it, here", Dillon holds out a metal briefcase labeled White, "I brought you your hero outfit, come on, i'll show the changing rooms, they're incredible!"