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[indent][indent][b]T[/b]he guilt was still heavy on his heart. Without knowing how much trouble he was in or just what those persistent suits wanted with him, Ara had locked himself inside his room. For seven days straight, for hours at a time, he had endured the profound knocking on his door. And when keycards were granted to let them in, he made sure it stayed shut with brute strength. 

It had become some recurring nightmare that he hoped wouldn’t come back. Unfortunately, in one form or another it always did. It made him cringe and for the first time in over a year, feel fear. It was one mistake, one careless action on his part. He had plucked a pivotal, metal beam from its place and weakened the buildings structure. He had caused the building’s downfall and now he had to be held accountable. 

Only thing that kept him shivering in his room was that the law was unknown and scary. It was an entangled mess of do’s and do not’s. As Ara, he had spent most of his life avoiding any situation that was considered “bad for your health”; as God Fist, he realized now he had held a disregard for the consequences of his actions. That was not heroic, that was a failure of the hero code. Of the principles that the Champion's were built on.

Ara pulled the plump body of covers around him even tighter. Like paper it ripped and its insides fell around him. He groaned out of anger and frustration. The feeling of being [i]too[/i] strong was a contradiction he didn’t have the tools to fix. 

Slowly he looked up and around himself, finally taking in the now of the moment. There was no knocking, the room was pitch black, and the TV was still shattered into plastic pieces and glass shards. 

[b] “I suck,”[/b] he mourned. [b] “I… I really suck.”[/b]

When his earpiece chimed and blinked on the side table-placed beside his cellphone-Ara thought about the careful lie he had told his mom. The woman believed him to be over his friend's house. It wasn’t easy convincing her but he knew she trusted him enough not to dig too deep to uncover the truth. She knew him before he was God Fist, she knew how much of a coward he could be.

Then he fixed his gaze on the earpiece. He walked over and pushed it gently inside to hear The Silver Glove. Tinhead Ned was loose. Ara was thinking that he wouldn't be needed, that he’d only cause more damage in the wake of Nagoya. 

[b] “So many people have died cause of me. I don’t think any more needs too, I’m not going.”[/b] Ara said, his voice heavy and soft as he turned off his earpiece.[/indent][/indent]