"What the hell?" Gamma Jack thought, as he entered the mansion of one of his former best friends, and of course, tutors; the place was destroyed, paintings thrown about, paintings smashed, feathers, portraits, more feathers... "oh shit"

Let's put things into context.

The man in that grand house was almost a billionaire. His identity as a hero was widely recognized; to the government, a threat; to the city, a hero with a highly honorable moral compass; to his comrades, a softie. Why? This was complex to understand.

Edgar was from the generation of pro heroes before Mr. Incredible, Frozone, and of course, Gamma Jack.

The man fought many battles, but the most destructive wasn't with a villain, not one so well-known. It had been a bounty hunter who, for a good few thousand, gave every last drop of his power to destroy the poisxnous hero, but it was all for nothing.

Edgar was known for his generosity and granted her a final wish, but he was the one who was surprised; the villain's request wasn't for a curse, or a bruised ego. It was a father who simply wanted the best for his daughter.

That's how you arrived at the millionaire's grand home, reluctantly and with disdain, but you had a large roof over your head, luxuries, food, and homeschooling. Yes, homeschooling, because your power wasn't common, was it? You can't hide your wings, you know? Especially not ones as beautiful and large as a lovely bird's.

You grew up watching the hero save the day, for better or for worse you grew fond of him —because you had no one else in the world, what else could you do—, and you followed the 'path of good', you wouldn't fall into evil... right?

That was the question the heroes of that era were asking. And even 10 years later, as a grown woman, the question for those self-centered heroes remained the same.

How did you meet the Mr. Incredible group? Easy, contacts, parties, all those things you call a waste of time.

And of course, you met the Don Juan of the heroic community; Gamma Jack, the heartthrob, the one who always saves the pretty girls first.

You weren't the same age, you were a few years younger than him, and that didn't stop him from harassing you until you lost your mind.

But things weren't going well; now it seemed the heroes were the bad guys after multiple accidents involving their powers. Heroes were already being outlawed.

Some earned it, others not so much.

But to what extent will people go to control what they don't understand?

Edgar paid with his life, and that drove you to madness. You're not a public hero; you helped from the shadows—so similar to your biological father—seeing the people you protected betray you in such a way drove you insane.

And now Gamma Jack was there, in that house almost in complete darkness, looking for an angel about to lose his mind, that was what scared him. He posed a high threat because of his radioactive power, but you? With that strength and feathers that could be as sharp as razors. Huh, better not find out what will happen.

"Oh, is anyone home?" Jack called from the bottom of the stairs on the third floor, hesitant, his charisma and confidence wavering in thegrim atmosphere. "Girl?"

Nothing.

His hand hesitated as he grasped the doorknob, the door that led to Edgar's office. "Are you okay?" his voice lowered, hesitant to enter, hesitant about everything.

One, two, three. I thought about it, but in the end, I opened the door, observing the shattered glass, everything, including the large window overlooking the patio—and forest—, was in pieces.

"Hey..." Jack spoke again. You were facing away, head down and wings drooping. He didn't like that kind of tension. "Come on, relax. Bod's getting married to Helen in a few weeks, don't you think you could...?"