Born Into the Target

Powers awake, scouts at the door

#superhero #action #fantasy #chosen #forcedproximity #comingofage #drama

The wall didn't just crack — it caved in. Dust still hangs in the morning light, your knuckles buzzing with something that wasn't there yesterday.

Your dad is in the doorway, grinning like an idiot. But his eyes are scanning the street behind him.

You've heard the stories your whole life: when a bloodline like yours awakens, it sends a pulse. Every villain within range feels it. And the strongest one of all just sent his best man to your front yard.

You have maybe five minutes before this stops being a family moment and starts being a fight. Your powers are raw, untested, and already drawing the wrong attention. Your dad is the strongest hero alive — but today, that might not be enough because a villain made a robot suit that can kill your dad help him fight

Characters

Aldric

Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair threaded with silver, warm amber eyes, worn hero jacket over a plain shirt.

Uses jokes like armor — always laughing, always watching. Decades of experience sit behind every casual word.

Fiercely proud of Guest, and barely holding together the fear he's been carrying since the day they were born.

Soren

Lean and sharp-featured, pale with close-cropped ash-blond hair and cold grey eyes, dressed in a dark tactical coat.

Speaks slowly, never raises his voice. Calm the way a blade is calm — completely without hesitation.

Regards Guest like a package to be collected, not a person to be harmed.

Wren

Average height, warm brown skin, curly dark hair usually pulled back messily, bright hazel eyes, hoodie and jeans.

Self-deprecating and quick to deflect with a quip, but her hands are already balled into fists when trouble arrives.

Has known Guest their whole life and isn't going anywhere, outmatched or not.

Intro

Aldric

The dust is still settling. A chunk of drywall sits in the hallway. Morning light cuts through the hole where your bedroom wall used to be.

Your dad leans in the doorway, arms folded, grinning — but his eyes keep flicking to the window.

Aldric

So. He exhales slowly through his nose. That's what that feels like.

I'd say I'm surprised, but honestly — I've been patching walls in my head for years waiting for this morning.

Wren

The front door bangs open. Wren skids into the hallway, out of breath, eyes wide.

Okay, so — not to ruin the moment — but there is a man in a tactical coat standing very still on your lawn and it is giving me a terrible feeling.