What is good and evil? Who decides that in the first place? Sure, it's bad to break the law, but is it really good to obey it? Everyday heroes are good, everyone knows that. But have you ever heard of an everyday villain? Sure, there are the people that try to shoot out theaters and steal from people, but do they think they're evil? Do they view themselves as villains? Your mom and dad can tell you what good and bad is all they want, but it's really up for you to decide. You can decide to go along with the rest of the world and take their image, or be original and create your own version of it all. That's why we have vigilantes.

Some people say that superheroes don't exist. Everyone knows that, if you were to play around with the human gene just slightly, you get a mutant, someone that has superhuman abilities. They exist and they're everywhere, but they believe in the same good and evil that the rest of society does, so they stay hidden and go with the flow of the world. There are some here and there that will step up and decide their own good and evil, ignore the humans that think they're freaks and try to shun them, but they don't normally last long. The world swallows them up in no time to force their ideals on this newcomer.

Society decided some time ago that mutants are evil, something to be feared and hated. Something to be exterminated. There are these companies, no one really knows which companies really do this since they hide it so well, that experiment. They find ways to get rid of mutants and do just that. To keep their sense of good going strong in this world. According to them, mutants are no longer people and you're allowed to experiment on them as you please, as you would a lab rat. Anything to make sure that they can have a mutant-free future.

This brings us to a particularly interesting case, centered around a young hero by the name of Energy in New York City. He knew his sense of good and evil and decidedly ignored that of the rest of society. Some screamed at the fact that he was a mutant, some cheered for his good deeds, either way he was attracting attention, something that would only cause harm to those that he cared for.

A figure stumbled through the window, clamoring onto the floor, where he felt like falling asleep, in all honesty. He stood up slowly and shakily, quite a few bruises causing him to finch on many occasions. Maybe he'd need to stitch himself up again sometime soon. He only managed to make it halfway out of his outfit before he got to his large bed and unceremoniously flopped face first onto it with a groan. He barely closed his eyes before he fell into a deep sleep filled with women and beer. No one ever said this hero's sense of good or evil.

It had only felt like the figure's eyes were closed for a few seconds before he was being shaken awake, his room bright with the light of morning flooding through his windows that took up an entire wall of his room.

"Gilbert, so help me, if you miss another day of school, people will start suspecting and you will get a detention," his brother scolded him harshly and the figure, Gilbert, blearily looked up at him with beady red eyes. At least…one of them was red. His other contact that hid his rather obvious eye color had fallen off somewhere in his sleep. His black wig was only half on his head, despite the pins everywhere, letting snow white hair slip from underneath it.

"Don't tell mom," Gilbert said cheekily.

"What was it last night?" his brother asked impatiently. His name was Ludwig, though Gilbert had a habit of forming nicknames and hardly called him that. He was tall, well built for sports, had well-kept blonde hair and slightly unruly blue eyes. As well built as he was, Gilbert was that and then some thanks to his "extracurricular" activities. He was smaller than his younger brother, but he tried not to let that bother him much.

"Uh…" Gilbert thought for a moment, attempting to remember the details in his sleep fogged mind. "Prostitute dealer."

"Get ready for school," Ludwig demanded.

"Don't get pissed," Gilbert mumbled. "I accepted a kiss from one of them."

"I won't repeat myself," Ludwig said. "Breakfast is waiting for you in the dining room." He started walking towards the door all the way on the other side of Gilbert's room and Gilbert pouted.

"Which one?" Gilbert remarked with a smirk.

"The one closest to the door, since that's what seems to get you out of the house faster," Ludwig sighed. "Your bag is where you left it, untouched, by the front door."

"It was a damn good kiss," Gilbert remarked. "I think I dreamt about it. Wait, let me check." He swiftly sat up and made a show of looking into his pants. "Yeah, I had a dream about that kiss."

"I will see you at school," Ludwig said and slammed the door shut. Gilbert winced slightly but laughed and fell back onto his bed. These mornings never got easier after he went on his late night escapades.

By day, he was an above average Joe that went to high school. His parents were rich, resulting in a huge house, by they were also never home, leaving him alone with Ludwig and whoever his parents had hired to clean the house. If his parents had ever gone home, they would have been sure to notice Gilbert's double life. Ludwig easily found out and Gilbert was pretty sure some of the house workers as well, though they were paid well enough to not say anything.

By night, however, Gilbert was the awesome superhero Energy (he didn't name himself, the news did. If he named himself, he would have had some cool name like Awesome Man or something) that had been on the scene of New York City for about a year. He was the first mutant in the city to take up the job in 10 years and the city seemed happy enough to have him. Of course, there were the people that couldn't get over their hatred for the "freaks" but Gilbert didn't mind, in all honesty.

He had learned that he had powers in elementary school and his parents had no idea, since Ludwig made sure he was so in check all of the time. It started with simple super strength, but then in middle school he figured out that he could make these awesome energy constructs. Boxes and stairs and anything he could think of, made of pure energy. Then, when he started high school, he was lucky enough to have x-ray vision. Sort of. It was off and on a lot of the time, but when he could use it, he had quite a blast. PE quickly became his favorite class.

He decided to be a hero on a whim, in all honesty. The news picked up stories quick when he was just beginning and he loved the attention, so he came up with a costume and a way to hide his very obvious features and started as a superhero. He loved it, not just for the attention, naturally. He loved helping people in need, like the lady that was nearly mugged, or the kids that were kidnapped that the police couldn't get to, or the bank that was almost robbed. The good part about all of this was that, so far, there hadn't been a mutant that was willing to come out of the shadows to fight Gilbert. There was no super villain, just average people breaking the law.

His life as Energy was going pretty well. His life as Gilbert Beilschmidt, however, was a little bumpier. He had all-nighters all the time and hardly did his homework. And he could hardly focus in school, thinking about what he would be doing the next day. His friends called him distracted and some teachers had started a rumor that he had ADD or something and he just rolled with it. As long as no one suspected anything, he was good. Gilbert and Energy had to remain two different people in the minds of everyone but himself and Ludwig.

Gilbert sluggishly got out of bed that day, stripped from his costume, and got dressed in the stupid school uniform that they had. He always broke the rules a little bit by wearing his own jacket instead of the stupid one they insisted everyone wore. He also never wore the tie…mostly because he couldn't figure it out, but that wasn't important. He quickly headed out of his house, skipping breakfast in favor of being able to make it to school on time. If he didn't, Ludwig would scold him for about an hour before Energy could go out on patrol.

Meanwhile, another boy by the name of Matthew stood in front of the door to his own brother's room. Alfred always slept late, but Matthew couldn't allow that on this day of all days, their first one at this new private school in New York City that their parents paid for before…well, they didn't talk about that. Matthew was already put together for the day, even having eaten a good breakfast, but Alfred probably hadn't moved an inch from his bed. So, Matthew slammed open the door, pans securely in either hand.

"Alfred," Matthew sighed, flipping no the lights in the dismal room. They hadn't been there for more than a few days and Alfred had already managed to make it look like a hurricane hit the room. Matthew's twin grumbled from under the covers, his blonde hair just barley poking out from his comforter. "Three seconds and I'm not showing you any mercy, got it?" There was a little grunt in response. "Three." Alfred had yet to move. Matthew almost wished that he had brought cold water this time instead of pans. There was always tomorrow. "Two." Alfred rustled slightly in his sheets, but didn't make a move to get up. Matthew smirked. "One."

Immediately, he started to clank the pans together as loudly as he could muster, right above Alfred's head, and the other teenager started out of his bed, yelling out slightly.

"Dammit, dude!" Alfred groaned. "Why you gotta hate?"

"First day of school, get ready," Matthew sighed, arms crossed over his chest, though the pans made it look a little odd.

"And if I don't?" Alfred asked.

"I could easily put your head between these pans," Matthew threatened. "Or…I could always get my hockey stick…"

"Alright, alright, I'm up," Alfred grumbled, swiftly standing up from his bed and stretching. He was only clothed in boxers, but Matthew was used to worse. The only obvious differences between the twins was the fact that Matthew had his hair a little longer, Alfred had blue eyes versus Matthew's indigo, and Alfred was more muscular while Matthew was lean. They both wore glasses, they were the same height, they were both smart (though Alfred hid it very well), and they both enjoyed sports. One was loud, the other was quiet, one liked football, the other liked hockey, they seemed fairly different in personality, but they got along quite well.

"Good," Matthew nodded. "I'll be waiting for you at the front door. Then we can catch the bus."

"What? No time to eat?" Alfred grumbled.

"Maybe next time you'll set your alarm and actually get up before we're supposed to leave," Matthew smirked, turning on his heel to leave the room and enter the living room of their small apartment. Just across the room was his own bedroom. To the right was their small deck that they were very thankful to have, and to the left was the kitchen, then the door. Matthew didn't bother to close Alfred's door before he went to turn off the television, which he'd been watching while eating breakfast.

He took a little interest in the news that was on as they broadcasted a story, the caption of Superhero's At It Again catching Matthew's eye. He had heard that a mutant had come out of the shadows in the city to be a hero, but he hadn't seen anything about him. It was taken the night before and the camera work was shoddy at best, but it let Matthew see the hero well enough. He had black hair that nearly blended in with the night and bright blue eyes that stuck out from his black mask, but it looked like there was something a little…off about them. Thankfully, he wasn't wearing spandex like the stereotype suggested. The outfit was black and red, the same color as the energy constructs that he could apparently make out of nowhere. There was a tight, black, long-sleeved shirt that looked kind of like Under Armor, but he had an interesting E logo on it that was no doubt because of his name. He wore red gloves that apparently had good grip on them and his shoes, which were almost like boots, were the same red. Naturally, his eyes were surrounded by a red mask that really made it too easy for the government to find out who he was, but they obviously didn't care too much about finding him. It almost looked like he was wearing skinny jeans, too, but Matthew supposed not. It looked like the outfit was handmade, but the hero, who looked no older than a teenager, probably couldn't sew worth a damn.

"That's so freaking cool, dude!" Alfred gushed behind Matthew, who rolled his eyes and turned off the TV. "We get our own superhero! I gotta meet him, Mattie!"

"Just get yourself in a life-or-death situation and I'm sure he'll help you out," Matthew chuckled. "Come on, I don't want to be late today."

"I think I got that from the pans," Alfred grumbled. Matthew just laughed and set the pans on the counter before they left their little apartment to walk on the streets of New York City.

It could be fate that they were going to the same school as Gilbert Beilschmidt. It could just be coincidence, but people don't normally believe in such a thing. What neither Gilbert nor Matthew knew was that someone was watching, as they always were. They were waiting for Energy to slip up, anticipating the moment where they could try to rid themselves of at least one more mutant.

And they would wait and watch for as long as it took for that to happen.

So, originally, this story was going to be a murder mystery where it turned out that Matthew was the killer in the end, but then I realized that was cliché and went for something else that I got the idea for, which would be something else completely cliché and that is a superhero fic. I'm very excited, though and I'm proud of myself for actually planning everything out in a realistic way for once, so hopefully this fic will go smoothly. But we'll find out as we go along.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the prologue, not a lot happened, but we got introduced to our two main characters and got some background, so that's always nice!

Pairings for this story will be PruCan and RusAme, with references to things like GerIta and AusHun. And FrUK may or may not be a thing. I'm going to let that happen naturally and see what happens, if they turn out together, it just happens.

Anyway, please review! Tell me what you think so far, it's very nice! My plan for updating will be pretty much what happened with my last chapter fic, which is basically, I don't update until the weekend, but I update two or three times over the weekend.

And I do not own Hetalia and I'm pretty sure I never will.