Title: Just like you
Author: ferretgirl1124
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They won't be like them.

A/N: Best read while listening to 'Just like you' by Three Days Grace. Oh, and I hope you can tell which is which. It should be rather obvious. And to those of you inclined to flame me for this? Please, do me a favor and shove it up your ass. -.-

Dedicated to: All my flamers.

I could be like him. I know that's what he wants. He wants a cruel daughter, a real demon. Well I won't give him what he wants. I will not bow to his requests, cave to his demands. I am my own person, and I am a hero. He can never take that from me.

He wants a mean child, one he can be proud of. But I am proud that I am not what he wants. He can never control me, no matter how much he tries, and he will not rule my life.

That is my right, and my alone, and he will not have it.

My sister is weak. She wishs for me to be like her, a villian, to have 'true power'. But I know this is a lie. No evil doer will have true power, for a just heart is always stronger. Good will always prevail.

I know she is weak. She does not show it, but she is. Those with no conviction can never rule, and those with no morals have no conviction.

She is stupid, for believing that she could control me. I will not be owned; I am not a doll, or a puppet, and I will do as I please. I will be a hero.

He wants to control me. That's all he ever wants. Some one to jump when he said so, some one who would be weakened by his critism and strengthened by his praise. He wanted a slave to do his bidding.

But I'm stronger then that. I have a world to protect, and family to watch over. He told me once that I might come to see him as a father figure, and he was wrong. I will not see him as anything but what he is; an evil man, bent on making the world his theatre.

Well, I won't let that happen. He'll never control me again.

A part of the team. That's all I ever was. It wasn't a family, no matter what 'mom' told me. He sacrificed us at his will and I don't want to be part of that. How can you trust some one that will turn on you for 'the greater good'?

I had a motto. 'He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day'. He told me that was weak. Best to die in battle, saving humanity.

But if I had died, then who would protect the others? One villian may defeated, but more will come, and heroes are easier to turn then villians. So I may be weak, but I will never be as weak as he was. Because in the end, he was afraid, and he wanted to die.

I will never want to die.

Human. He said he could make me human again. And I listened. But it was a lie, and I was glad to turn against him. No man that cold could ever lead me, anyways. I need people, friends.

He wanted robots. That's why he liked me; he wanted his students to be automatons, things he could control with a flip of a switch. But they weren't robots, and neither am I.

In the end, he couldn't control me anyways. I know right from wrong, and I made my choice.

We are strong. They won't use us, and no amount of cruel words will turn us from our desicion. We will do as we please, and we will enjoy it.

We were always better off without them anyway.