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'Hero' - Part 1 - The Man - Chapter 3
Window open, venetians drawn up, streetlights provide the only illumination, night time noises fill
the room, in the street the red light district and Chinatown vie for business
Holed up in this room waiting for darkness hadnt been the head trip I was expecting. Id decided to
clear my mind with some Tai Chi but the strain on my body was too much and when I came to, I
realised Id passed out naked on the floor. Too fucked up even for Tai Chi, dont laugh.
Realising this was hardly the establishment to idly lie on the floor naked and vulnerable, I quickly got
up and paying no attention to the pain, dressed just as quickly in my underclothes. I checked my
reflection, less cowardly now since I was mostly covered up. I looked almost normal and that was
perfect camouflage for this part of town.
Still disbelieving the 48 hour slumber, I flicked through the channels again. Plenty of super hero
news today and after half an hour none of it concerned me. I was sick of keeping my head low; I was
tired of not knowing what the fuck was going on. What was their game?
At this stage, I wanted something, anything to happen. Except my death. I was coming round to the
idea of living a longish life. The waiting was exactly killing me but its unpleasant not knowing where
you stand.
With nothing coming to get me, I couldnt think what to do next. I was barely alive as it was; every
movement took effort that used to be effortless. I needed time to heal and had no idea how much
time I had left. I had no idea where my enemy was and how many more I had, although a lot
seemed an accurate assessment.
When I had awoken it was night and everything had stiffened up again. Waiting for dark had been
the extent of my Escape with My Life To-Do list and now that it had come to pass, I was feeling
antsy. Id cooled my heels enough and the starting to feel good again feeling had deserted me. The
only way to get it back was Jack and lots of him. I grabbed my coat.
Time for a drink.
Man in shadows in the foreground, in front of him in the background the red light district and its
nightlife, street full of people, taxis stream by all occupied
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Why would super heroes be silent on the subject of someone killing one of them?
Pondering this profound question, I walked out into the street and considered which side was the
lesser evil? The drug-addled hookers or the smack addicts? I chose the hookersand stepped in with
the rest of the crowd heading to their favourites dives and blended in with the freaks.
Super heroes have their enemies, usually other super heroes either getting in the way of them
renewing their precious corporate sponsorship or a wayward hero deciding to walk on the wild side
and needing to be put down. This happened less lately, heroes fighting heroes weirdly seemed to
have an adverse affect on the population, failing to capture their imaginations; probably because all
the good bits occurred either in the stratosphere or 10kms below ground out of the view of cameras.
Speaking of which, I deftly avoided one of the streets security cameras, carefully shielding my face
from its intrusive stare by crossing the road and kept to the shadows. Something grabbed my pants, I
can be forgiven for being jumpy, I leapt out of the way and bit back a shout as a hand reached out to
me.
The hand belonged to a girl. She was slouched on the ground, head to one side with a hand palm up
stretched towards me. She was rather pretty in a washed out way and probably could be once again
if not for the purple blotches trailing her limbs, infecting her will and anchoring her only to her need.
All around us, clubbers picked their way through the trash that littered the street, taxis crawled past,
men and women hustled for sex and the smell of pizza fills the gaps between the stench of day-old
garbage. So many people and I felt isolated, so what about her? How did she feel about this world
that was passing her by not giving her a second glance?
When I didnt move and she didnt feel the metal clink of coins in her hand, she looked up. Her wing
of hair swung aside and uncovered her whole face which was an unholy mess. She wouldnt work
much tonight, emphasis on the much, but she would still work. Have to. My pity for her couldnt
penetrate her sorrowful desperation just patronise it.
Feeling the ultimate hypocrite, I swept aside, trying to forget her and her bruised punctured limbs
and resolved to beat myself up about it later.
I am not the bad guy. Maybe that wasnt clear to anyone else and I could see why. Circumstantially,
evidence condemned me. I was the villain of this piece rather than the heroic saviour. If this ever got
out, which seemed improbable despite my best efforts, I am not the enemy.
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These days the worlds heroes enemies were largely human and militant. There have been a couple
of civilian uprisings but not for a good long while, making that protest, the one that caught my
attention and started it all, all the more interesting. Super heroes appreciate a good war; it gets
them figuratively dirty, they love signing the photos of them walking out of the rubble; it reinforces
their global motto of dont fuck with us. No matter the times people hear it though, not everyone
gets that message.
In either instance, spokespeople are out in force downplaying or over-emphasising, taking
responsibility for or denying everything. Sometimes the more public relations-friendly heroes get in
on the act and we hear from them at ground zero. In the event of life, death and severely wounded
we got something. Granted the death of a super hero hadnt happened for awhile but surely these
press releases were like riding a bike.
A motor bike sped past with the very devil after it. He or she wasnt stopping for pedestrians or
other traffic and the usual urban debris didnt slow them down. I wondered who was after them or
who they were chasing. I envied them their purpose, it seemed no one was after me nor was I
chasing anything other than my tail.
So press releases...the answer werent someone forgetting how to do their job. Brilliant, good to
know the obvious hasnt eluded me with so many blows to the head.
Outside of a bar, street, people, a parked car, fire hydrant
Nursing a beer in the corner of the bar, I watched the few people around me. None of them had any
idea of what I was capable of, what Id done. I was sure the anonymity would be short-lived. They
must be keeping me on tenterhooks for a reason. What that was I have no idea but I was so positive,
the certainty of it was wearing me out. I just wanted to know. I drained the glass and ordered
another.
On the screen above the bar, eyes were glued to the latest spectacle Id seen the highlights of back
at the ranch. Images of crashed cars, billowing smoke, emergency vehicles and personnel flashed
across the screen. Commentary was muted but we got the picture: life and death, only the super
heroes can save us and here they come!
Gratuitous breasts shots filled the screen. A few drunken cheers went up, a brief explosion and in
the distance and two super heroes flew out of the smoke bearing two bodies. Applause erupted off-
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camera and back in the studio the anchors wore triumphant smiles. There were a few more drunken
cheers and I thought about moving onto bourbon. The telecast then moved onto another daring
exhibition of bravery involving two more super heroes and I looked away.
Shot of steps, group of heroes at the top, 3 women and 2 men, banner indecipherable
Very few super heroes work alone. No one super hero has the power to perform all feats of heroism,
a fact I exploited, successfully it would seem. In a world where money talks it was prudent for the
corporations to invest in multiple heroes, which also lead to super heroes teaming up to lessen the
threat to any one hero. In exceptional circumstances, syndication was offered. Some heroes were
too big, too powerful for just one corporation and their combined influence turned them into a
conglomerate.
The Three were one such conglomerate and the only one on this continent. Powerful, incredibly
influential and as supernatural as they come. All the other super heroes were deferential to them
and whilst they expected very little, the government would bend over backward if they needed
anything. What they needed was each other, something I had learned and put to the test during the
beating I took the other night.
They were mysterious by nature but their past was a complete mystery to almost everyone. Except
for me and except for what Im sure is a very small circle of suits. The story that was perpetuated
was that they came from the stars, were more powerful at night under the light of the Milky Way
and were celestial beings created by the galaxy to protect Earth.
I laughed out loud at the thought and was asked if I wanted another drink. I ordered from the very
nice lady, sat back and watched the passers-by through the grubby window. What a lovely
neighbourhood. Junkies and whores, loan sharks and petty thieves happily coexisting in the world
the super heroes work so very hard to make a better place. It warmed the cockles of my heart.
And speaking of cockles I had to piss.
Mens bathroom, black and white floor tiles, dirty white walls, four sinks, four urinals and four
stalls, all empty
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I walked through the bar, mostly empty despite the hour, still steady on my feet although I couldnt
feel my feet. The booze was going straight to my toes which were probably all broken.
Standing at the urinal I thought about The Three. They always maintained they were family, they
were too close to be just colleagues and some tabloid fodder loved the incest angle, mnage a trois
and all that. Sitting back at the table, I drank my beer and watched the commotion at the bar.
A couple of guys seated at the bar had been providing their own commentary during the amazing
displays of heroism. Now they were arguing incoherently and smacking each other on the back. They
see-sawed between love and hate for the rest of the newscast. Much the way I see-sawed between
bourbon before and after the night before.
Avenging one another was another hot news topic. Even if all they got was a scratch versus taking
out a city block, their super hero buddies would be issuing statements in support of their actions,
pledging their devotion generally sucking up each others asses. It was sickening but consistent and
largely absent in my situation.
So I contemplated her associates and it was then I had my brainwave. Either that or the beer had
magical powers.
So probably both.
Flash back to alley, cape on ground in foreground, shipping containers, darkness and shadows and
a figure lying broken on what used to be a car
I knew she had, if thats what they consider themselves, a supernatural family. More like a weird
Children of the Corn family. Normal people go to their friends or family when theyre in trouble,
super heroes are no different. Normal people might know a police officer or even the commissioner
to help them out of their troubles but when youre a super hero who knows people that run through
brick walls for fun, its really no contest.
And now the leader of the most powerful conglomerate of the supernatural world had been beaten
to a pulp by a human being and left for dead. And they were quiet, silent, were they mourning? Its
possible.
If I wanted answers I should go to the source. I should find the other family members of the Children
of the Corn and have them tell me what the fuck was going on. Yeah like that was ever going to
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happen. And I suppose after asking them nicely, wed sit down, have tea and calmly discuss our
differences, after which there would be much hugging and vows to catch up regularly to save the
world and then I would be released alive and well and in one piece.
Nice dream asshole.
Regardless, I was expecting those people to be here, well not hopefully here but here on the news;
mourning her, going on about the travesty, the quest for justice, the usual hypocritical bullshit that
got her into this trouble in the first place. But they werent.
So my brainwave told me the only other logical explanation (after discounting I hadnt had that
much bourbon and imagined it all and that the body had just simply disappeared) was the body
wasnt dead. And if the body wasnt dead it meant it was alive.
She was still alive.
End of Chapter 3