Chapter 19 - Hero
Note: All characters in this story involved in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older
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About a week later, I had begun to settle into a patrol around the city. It was late night on Friday. I was soaring invisibly through the air, scouting for any possible trouble. My senses were sharpening to a point where nothing was able to escape me. I could see and hear things clearly from incredible distances. At a hundred feet overhead, I heard a guy coming out of a gas station drop his wallet. There was another man hanging out against the wall of the building that watched him. I came to a slow stop, but the first man simply scooped up his wallet and continued on his way without incident. Looked like it was shaping up to be another quiet night.
I'd also started to make it a habit of getting free car rides with strangers to keep me closer to the street. I descended downward upon spotting a roaming police car. I calmly took a seat atop the hood of the car, my legs folded, keeping a watch out. Of course, the police within the car were unable to see me. With the police cars, it gave me the chance to listen to the radio chatter for any possible crimes going down. I grinned, ready and raring to go at the first sign of trouble.
After an hour, I'd become reclined comfortably against the car's windshield. It wasn't just a quiet night, it was a dull one. The car rolled up to the local pharmacy store and parked. I groaned and sighed, letting my head fall back onto the top of the car.
"You hear something, Pete?" one of the policemen asked his partner.
"Probably a bird taking a dump on the car. C'mon, let's go inside."
I watched the two police officers got out of the car to go inside the store. I sighed heavily and casually began to ascend back into the sky. I was heading back on patrol, certain that something would happen eventually.
I really hadn't considered this heroic work to be so uneventful most of the time. Usually in TV shows, they're getting into some kind of trouble all the time. At that point, I'd find salvation in a good old-fashioned police chase through the city. I sighed heavily, not willing to give up just yet. After all - the darker it got, the shadier the characters that come out.
A short time later, I heard the very quick, shrill scream of a woman's voice. It was faint considering how far away I was, and couldn't have lasted more than a second. I could only imagine what was going on and so, I quickly began to fly towards the source. It was at the Apex, the very same building that Natalie was going to meet her friend at. As I neared, I heard a quiet voice and what sounded like a struggle. I touched down near the back wall of the ground floor parking lot. When I turned the corner, my eyes widened in surprise. Under the outside light, a man held his hand over a woman's mouth while they fought for her purse.
"Well if you want the purse so damn much," the crook said, "I'll just take something
else
instead!"
The woman with mid-length, dark blonde hair quickly fought for control of her own body while he tried to reach under her dress.
She managed to pull away to scream. "
No!
Somebody please, help–!
"
I saw more than enough. Without either of them seeing me, I made my body emerge from the shadows.
"Hey!!" I shouted angrily, causing them both to look at me. "Let go of her right now!"
The two of them were equally as shocked by my presence while I stared the man down. He quickly became infuriated with me.
"Get out of here, kid, or I'll fucking kill you! I swear!"
The woman then shouted to me, "Go get help! Hurry!"
"I'm not going anywhere," I said, taking a step forward. "I'm not afraid of you, you cowardly prick. Let her go or I'll be forced to show you a whole new meaning of pain."
Then, to my surprise, he actually let go of her. She quickly backed away, staying around as she watched in terror. The coward turned to me with a big smile as he reached in his pocket. From it, he pulled a large hunting knife.
Oh, man. I then realized that guy was actually pretty huge and that knife looked
really
sharp ... and he was advancing straight for me.
I quickly shook off my worry, gritting my teeth and staring him down. I straightened my back, standing up as tall as I could, puffing out my chest and put on the most stern expression I could. I just had to remember to believe in my powers. As long as I knew he couldn't hurt me, then it would be so.
"Okay, kid, you wanna show me the meaning of pain? Go ahead!"
He rushed at me, rearing the knife back before driving it straight at me while the woman screamed in fear. He was moving so quickly and yet, to me, it was like slow-motion. With the calmest of movements, I casually reached up and grabbed the blade of the knife between my fingers, bringing the weapon and all of his momentum to a dead halt. Both of them gasped in shock. I gently pried it from his hand and carelessly tossed it aside.
"What the–?!" he shouted in a rage. "You little bastard!"
He swung at me as if trying to punch through a brick wall. I side-stepped his attack like it was nothing and brought a swift knee up to his gut. He grunted loudly, the wind knocked out of him, hunched over and grabbing his stomach. I then gave him a quick strike to the back of the head, and he fell over to the ground. Just like that, he was out cold.
The terrified woman had her hands over her mouth in shock as I stood up tall over the fallen brute. I casually brushed my hands together and smiled to her.
"Oh, my god!" she quietly exclaimed. "You saved me! You're ... a hero!"
I chuckled nervously. "Well, looks like you're all good now. I was just ... about to ... go. So, have a nice night!"
"Wait!" she exclaimed as I turned to leave. "Please don't go! I'll call the police really quick. They'll know that you saved me."
My shoulders slumped over. Oh, great. I can't start getting involved with the police. What'll they start thinking when they see me at every foiled robbery? They'll start asking questions, wondering who I am, suddenly my face is on television for the world to see and wonder how 'Superkid' is stopping crime, one bad guy at a time. I
really
should've just made myself invisible. Better for the victim to think some freak accident saved them or maybe they assume they blacked out and knocked the perp out instead.
I sighed heavily. I got myself into this one and so, I may as well roll with it just this once. I just had to make sure it didn't happen anymore.
"Well, I– I guess I could," I replied, nervously scratching the back of my head. "I don't really want people to start thinking I've got
superpowers
or anything." She laughed as she pulled out her cell phone from her purse.
"Okay, we'll say it was a joint effort. He ran for it, you tripped him, I came in and knocked him out. Sound good?"
I smiled thankfully. "Sounds good."
Within minutes, the police were on the scene. Bright police car headlights and emergency lights were going off in all directions. Crap, was I nervous. I kept my cool as best as I could as we ran through our stories together for the police to write down. All the while she seemed to look over at me frequently with this really warm, pretty smile that made me feel like I'd done a ton of good. I had to admit she was actually quite beautiful. It was funny to me to think that I didn't even pay attention to her looks when I was fighting that guy off of her – I just wanted her to be okay. Head back a couple of months and, instead, I would've been drooling and falling head over heels at the very sight of her in public.
They wheeled the burly crook away on a handcuffed stretcher. He was still unconscious by the time they carted him out to the ambulance.
"You did good, kid," the police officer taking my statement said to me. "Even the littlest amount of help can save a person. That was pretty brave of you to stand up to that guy."
"Thanks," I casually said with a nod.
"We'll give you a call if we need anything else from you. Have a good night!"
