The Little People
"Superman does it again! He's saved us all!"
"Can you turn that television off?" My mom yelled from upstairs.
"Why? I'm just watching footage of Superman taking out that huge freak off nature... ugh, what was his name... oh yah, Doomsday!" I yelled back. My mom was coming down the stairs walking straight to the kitchen.
"I said turn that off." She shot back.
"But why? I just want to know why!"
"Fine, you want to know why?"
"Yes!"
"It's because all those super powered freaks cause or promote is destruction."
"That's not true!"
"Yes, Tommy, it is. Do you how many buildings, cars, streets, and houses were destroyed that day?"
"A lot."
"Yes Tommy, a lot. So much, that we're still paying for the destruction caused."
"But it's not Superman's fault!"
"You're right, it's not. It's just the reality that we live in. Superman, thank the heavens, tries to minimize destruction from those who try to abuse their power. Superman is a good man, and he is my hero just as much as he is yours."
"Then how come you don't like him?"
"I don't like any of them. I don't like anyone with powers. It just gives them power over us, like we're insignifcant. It'd be better for people like us if those kinds of people never existed. Things would be easier."
"People like us? What do you mean?"
"The people who don't have a large role to play. The people who can't cause as much damage as someone else with heat vision. What we do doesn't cause much of a diffence, you know? We're just the..."
"Little people?"
"Yeah, exactly. We're just the little people."