I Can Be Your Hero

I Can Be Your Hero

I've watched over Jenn for so long now. I've watched her grow from a young child into a beautiful woman. I've helped her make decisions, like staying away from Johnny Hendrix in the 7th grade. And I've helped to keep her safe, like telling her not to get into the car with the drunk driver after prom. But even with all my powers, I can only stand on the sidelines and watch... and it's killing me.

I can't help it. I've fallen in love with her.

My recent reason for being had been dedicated to lovingly helping her. But this was beyond that. This was being *in* love.

Even now, I watched as her boyfriend beat her again, his hand striking her, making her fall on the bed. I don't know what her offense was, only that nothing she did could deserve this. He was an angry, evil man, powerful in stature and in presence, in charge of many bad people. I could tell that each and every strike that landed on her caused her pain, yet she tried not to cry, tried not to show him that it hurt her. It only angered him more, but she wouldn't let him win, she wouldn't let him break her.

I could see the blood trickle out the side of her mouth and onto her chin. Her beautiful, white dress was likely ruined by the blood stains. Feeling I had to intervene somehow, I tell her to leave him. I tell her that it's not worth it, he's not worth it any more. I can see the resolve in her eyes and feel that she knows what I'm talking about. She feels it, too. She hears me.

Maybe this time...

*****

The hotel maid always started her rounds early and I woke to her knocking on my door. I can't tell how late it is or how much sun there is with the drapes closed as they were. I rubbed my eyes, tired and sore as they were, and threw my legs over the side of the bed.

"Just a sec," I called out, walking towards the door with my eyes half closed. I opened the door and saw her standing there with her cart. I smiled weakly. "Can you come back in about 30 minutes? I'll just grab a shower and be gone."

"Sure," she says, exasperated. I knew she wanted to just finish up and go home, but I really needed to clean up.

"Thanks," I said to her back as she moved to the next room. I closed the door and headed straight for the bathroom, grabbing a quick shower and shave. I wiped a hand across the mirror, clearing the condensation, and studied my face and body. I looked tired and lost. I knew I had purpose but couldn't quite remember what it was. I knew I had a name, a place where I came from, a family. But... nothing came to mind. For some reason, I just couldn't remember anything about myself.

The token on my necklace glinted in the light, attracting my attention. It, at least, was familiar. It brought me comfort and made me think of... someone special. I could just barely see her face in my mind, but I knew I loved her with all my heart. I knew that I had to find her.

I came out of the bathroom and looked over the empty room. I had no luggage, yet I had a few clothes hanging up and some in the drawers. I wondered how I got here as I changed and slipped out the door. I grabbed a quick lunch at a nearby restaurant and sat surveying the city. There was a lot of hustle and bustle around me, and I walked the streets all day long, pondering my purpose, searching for it.

Night fell around me, yet I continued walking, the streetlights lighting my path. And then I heard it... the music... it called to me. It was from a nightclub just up the street. I walked to it, compelled by the incredible sounds, and moved inside. The floor was abuzz with dancers, moving, shaking, gyrating.

Then... there she was... and I knew I found who I was looking for!

She circled the floor, dancing with everyone around her, as if she owned it. Everyone gave her room to move, everyone was mesmerized by the sway of her hips, the swish of her dress. Her dance was magical and intoxicating. Without even thinking I moved to the floor, my own body gyrating to the heavy beat of the Latino song. I don't remember how I learned to dance, but by the reaction of the crowd, I was dancing wonderfully.

I moved towards her as she watched me, a seductive half-smile on her face. I was happy to please her and danced right up in front of her, swaying as she watched. Within seconds she swayed with me, matching the pattern and rhythm perfectly. I danced with her, moving close, twirling her around, and moving away yet again. Our hands touched, our bodies melded together as one as the music played all around us, drenching us with its beat.

I imagined us in bed together, naked, with me on top pushing into her slowly. We had such passion! Our bodies moved like the dance, but my cock drove deeper with every gyration. Our arms locked our bodies together in a passionate mating. Our moans were loud, punctuated by sharp breaths with each thrust of our hips. I pulled away from her, her legs unlatched as I circled my hands beneath them, pinning them to my chest. Using that as leverage, I thrust harder, driving against her body, smacking against her ass with my hips. She groaned in pleasure, watching me as I writhed and ground into her... dancing...

Her hands swirled above her head, around her body, and center of her breasts as her fingers teased her hardened nipples, pulling on them. She licked her lips, knowing she was turning me on with every move, every touch, everything that she did.

I released her legs and leaned down, kissing her hard, the passion overwhelming me. Our tongues lashed against each other, driving into the other's mouth, swirling and dueling.

I slid down beside her, turning her away from me and lifted her leg in the air. She turned her head and we merged into a kiss again as I slowly pushed into her from behind. God, she felt so good! Her pussy clenched on my cock, holding me, caressing me. And I never wanted it to end.

A strong hand suddenly grabbed my arm and shoulder, pulling me from her, bringing me back to reality.

"You need to take a hike," the burly bodyguard ordered, escorting me towards the door. "She's off limits."

"Carl! We're just dancing," I heard her protesting from behind us. But he wouldn't stop and easily shrugged her off. He pushed me out the front door and onto the sidewalk. "I don't want to see you here again."

*****

I lay in bed all night long, just thinking about her, just reliving our dance together. It felt so perfect, so right, and I was sure she felt it too.

Just the thought of her was driving me crazy with lust and I felt my body responding. I licked my lips as I let my hand wander down over my chest and abdomen and touched my hard shaft below. I shuddered thinking what it would feel like if she were touching me. I envisioned her kneeling beside me, watching every move of my hand as it stroked my length through my pants.

I closed my eyes, feeling lovely pleasure and brought my other hand down to help pull my pants down, leaving me naked. She'd lick her lips in desire as my hardness was revealed in its full glory, throbbing, all because of her. My hand stroked up and down it as I envisioned her hand on mine, helping me, guiding me, letting me know she loved to do that, too.

Oh how good it felt and I stroked the full length slowly. I envisioned her bending forward, letting just the tip of her tongue touch the head as I watched. A hiss escaped my lips as I stroked harder, grunting in time with each one. I'm getting so close now.

She hovered overhead, telling me how much she wanted to see me cum, how much she wanted to taste me. She can't seem to get enough of my cock, looking at it so longingly. My eyes scanned over her luscious body, loving every contour and every curve. I've watched her for so long, I've memorized her body. Now I want to know how to give it pleasure, how to make her shiver and moan with desire, like she's doing to me. How to make her scream in the throes of passion.

I feel the heat building up inside and envision her sliding a leg over my chest, facing towards my feet. The way she sat gave me an excellent view of her pussy and ass, sending me over the edge even faster. Her hand slid down and she stroked herself, matching my rhythm as I stroked. Then it happened and my orgasm washed over me, my cum spraying into the air and landing on my chest and abdomen again and again. God it felt so good! I imagined she was so hungry for it, that she moaned in delight as she watched it and then quickly moved to clean me up with her tongue.

Then my thoughts turned horribly wrong, seeing her crying, lying in a strange bed with bruises on her beautiful face and body. I grew furious when I saw the man walking away from her, his anger still apparent on his face. He didn't care that he hit her... he thought she deserved it... he thought he owned her like property. I vowed to stop him and make sure he never hurt her again.

I won't be leaving her side.

*****

It felt like such a long day as I waited for night to fall again. Thoughts of Jenn swirled in my mind and I couldn't help but want to be near her again. I hovered around the club all day long and when night finally fell I went inside to wait for her, knowing she'd be there again.

I was sitting at the end of the bar when Jenn finally entered with her burly bodyguard leading her. He moved to sit down while she immediately moved to the dance floor and began dancing. The crowd formed around her again, the same as last night. It was as if the entire bar was dancing with her as she rotated and moved so beautifully around the floor.

I was lost in awe of her and felt such a strong urge to join her. I glanced at the bodyguard and decided that I didn't care if he stopped me... Jenn would be mine. I slid off the stool and danced all the way onto the floor, spinning among the other patrons until I found her. Jenn's smile was so electric, making my body tingle with delight, and she swayed close beside me.

"I'm glad you came back," Jenn said, barely above the thumping of the music.

We felt such an instant connection, rotating and touching. I leaned in to whisper in her ear, knowing that my time here was short.

"I want you," I say, only as loud as I need. "I want you by my side... forever."

She leaned back and stopped dancing, looking deep into my eyes as they bore into her soul. She could see the truth. She could feel it. She'd never felt such love before, such passion and desire that I had for her and it nearly overwhelmed her.

"Oh my God," she whispered and fell forward to hug me tightly, crying. "But you don't know the man I'm with... he's..."

"I know him. And I'll protect you from him from now on. He won't hurt you any longer."

"Hey you!" yelled the bodyguard again, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. He pulled us apart and dragged me off the floor, the staring patrons powerless to help me. "I told you not to come back." He dragged me through a storage door and back into the alley behind the bar, throwing me up against the wall. He was so big, so strong that I was helpless to stop him. He removed his jacket as I turned around and stood, knowing just what was coming.

The first shot was an uppercut to the stomach and sent me reeling, unable to catch my breath. The pain was nearly unbearable. I didn't know what pain even was before that moment, and I wasn't sure I ever wanted to experience it again. Three or four more shots landed to my face and body moments later, putting me face down on the ground. He spat on my back and walked back to the door, calmly gathering his jacket.

"Next time I won't be so nice," he growled, and headed back into the bar, leaving me to scrape myself off the pavement and make my way back to the hotel. My body hurt and I was barely able to move as I stumbled in the doorway and moved to the bed. I fell onto it, glad when the sudden pain subsided into a dull, thudding pain all over my body once again.

My hands moved over my body, feeling the cracked rib and the bruises. Oh God, how I prayed I wouldn't have to endure that ever again. I grabbed the small angel token hanging from the chain around my neck. It brought me comfort and healing... at least in spirit. I knew my task was just beginning, I knew it was going to be so difficult.

I wondered if I had the strength to complete it.

*****

As night fell on the third night, I limped down the street, moving towards the dance club again, resolve on my face. This was too important for my pain to stop me. I would have to learn to deal with it. I moved inside with a group of party-goers, and easily slipped past the bodyguard, moving swiftly to the dance floor where Jenn was dancing.

I entered the floor, swaying my hips as best I could. When Jenn saw me, the grave look of concern almost broke my heart. She rushed to me, holding me in her arms, asking me again and again if I was ok and telling me that she was so sorry. I smiled at her concern for me, her obvious declaration of love washed over me and relieved my pain.

"Are you ready?" I whispered in her ear. "Tonight?"

I felt her shake in fear. "Yes... but... there's something you need to know," Jenn hesitantly replied.

"We have all the time in the world," I smiled, pulling away slightly to take a good look into her eyes again, feeling her soul surge with happiness. I started swaying to the music, moving Jenn off the dance floor, towards the door.

"Well, well, well... look who we have here," Carl snickered, suddenly blocking our exit. I pulled Jenn behind me defensively.

"We're leaving," I said, trying to sound confident and strong.

Carl just laughed. "You're going to the morgue is what you're doing." He reached out and grabbed my shirt again, pulling me towards the back door. I looked at Jenn, telling her to get ready now.

I limply let him lead me out the door again, not knowing how I was going to stop his brutal assault on me this time. I wondered if I would truly die.

One hand held my shirt, holding me upright as the other slammed into my stomach again, the searing pain wracking my body. I spat up blood, some spattering onto the front of his suit jacket and he pushed me to the ground in disgust. I lay in a heap, feeling the searing pain in my abdomen, as I watched him remove his jacket, hang it on a nearby rod that was protruding from the wall, and then walk back to me.

He reached down and grabbed my shirt again, hauling me to my feet. He cocked a hand back to hit me, in the face this time, and I reached out reflexively, grabbing the sides of his head. I felt his body recoil suddenly, but, more importantly, I felt his soul recoil in fear.

"Feel it, Carl. Feel all the pain you've inflicted in the name of evil." I felt his soul lurch as his brain processed all of the wrongs he had committed in his life, all of the pain he'd inflicted on others. His eyes opened wide with fear and revulsion and he lost his grip on me. But I didn't release him.

I felt the goodness surge through my arms and into his body, into his soul, cleansing him.

When I finally released him, he recoiled towards the far wall, away from me, and huddled on the ground drawing his legs into his chest. I looked on him with pity before moving back to the door into the club.

Jenn were just coming out, surprised to see me still standing there, practically unharmed.

"What happened?" she asked, scanning my body.

"I'll tell you later... come with me." I grabbed her hand and pulled her and we ran to Carl's car nearby, jumping in and starting it.

And drove to safety.

*****

"What did you do to Carl?" Jenn asked just minutes up the road.

"I.... I don't know..."

The streetlights flashed by, one after another, the lights flashing in the car and across her face.

"I've never seen him look so scared before...." Jenn looked worried, as if she didn't know if she could trust me any more.

"I wish I could tell you what happened. I just.... I don't know. But I know he's not hurt," I reassured her. It wasn't as if he meant a lot to Jenn. In fact he was fairly abusive to her as well, just not physically. She was just a nice person, always concerned for the well-being of others.

But the fact that I didn't know what happened haunted me the entire drive. There were so many questions swirling around in my head. I didn't know who I was or where I came from. I didn't have any personal items to even start to piece things together. Just the necklace. And then to be able to feel into his soul like I did, to feel the evil that was in him and to help cleanse it. It was the strangest feeling I'd ever had.

My hand found the angel necklace and let it twist around my fingers, giving me peace. I knew that I was on my quest... I knew that this was what I was meant to do... and knew that I still had a long way to go.

We drove all night long, finally stopping at a small motel just off the highway at about 6am. We registered and checked in under a false name that Jenn made up on the spot. The old man behind the counter barely even batted an eye at us, not caring at all when Jenn gave him some cash. He lifted a key off the board behind the counter and handed it to us.

"Check out will be tomorrow at 11:00... If you want to eat, there's a diner just up the road on the left with some good food."

"Thanks," I mumbled, feeling pretty tired and sore. We walked down to the room, with Jenn helping me, and pushed inside. It was fairly small, with just two beds, a small dresser, and a TV. I looked the place over quickly as Jenn lay back on the bed, taking off her shoes.

"I guess this will do," I said coming back out from the bathroom. Jenn was laying on the bed, curled into a ball, sound asleep. I smiled, watching her, feeling my love for her overwhelm me again. Slowly I moved up onto the bed beside her and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight. She snuggled into me, almost reflexively, knowing that she was indeed safe.

I kissed her head and stroked her hair, letting my fingers comb through it. I felt her heart beating, felt her breathing softly and deeply.

It felt like everything was in place.

I woke up, feeling Jenn's soft kisses on my face. I hugged her tighter and opened my eyes. She was looking at me, one hand stroking my face, pushing the stray hairs away, and kissing me. She wasn't exactly smiling, but I could tell she was happy. She just seemed... conflicted.

I licked my lips invitingly, and Jenn leaned down and kissed me softly. Her gentleness and passion were so incredibly erotic. She pushed me onto my back and kicked a leg over me, sitting on my lower abdomen, then leaned down to kiss me again. My hands stroked her back and sides, feeling her soft, curvy body beneath her clothes as her lips pressed hard into mine. Her mouth opened and our tongues touched, sliding against each other.

I heard her moans and whimpers, driving me wild. I grabbed the bottom of her dress and lifted it up. Jenn took the hint and pulled it up and off, tossing it aside. Her breasts were lovingly cradled inside her white bra and my fingertips traced lines over the thin material. She sat there, watching me, watching my hands stroke and tease her body. I felt her hard nipples poking from beneath and swirled my fingertips over them.

Jenn reached back and unfastened her bra, pulling it off, exposing herself to me. I sat, stunned, just watching her beauty. I couldn't believe how excited she made me, how completely I loved her. Slowly and hesitatingly I reached up and caressed them. At first, just barely touching her with my fingertips, then slowly moving my entire hand onto her, massaging and squeezing her entire breast, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers.

"God, you're so sexy," I said softly, as if the comment itself was just pulled from me, uncontrolled.

Jenn smiled softly, her hands moving up beneath her breasts, cradling them. Slowly she lowered herself to me, guiding her nipple onto my lips. My tongue slithered out and around her nipple, making it wet and hard. Jenn moaned, loving how my tongue felt and moved about. My lips locked on the hardened nub and I sucked harder, until it popped from my mouth.