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This weekend I'm releasing CoaH 4&5 on my patreon to different tiers... so I guess it's time to release chapter 3 for everyone else! |_| Let me know your thoughts! Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other 'deviant' sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional... If you haven't read them yet... Part 1: https://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=1608957777395239231 Part 2: https://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=161690138366332214 Enjoy! Mistress Dyvia presents: Cost of a Hero 3 By Mistress Dyvia "Some things I remember like they were yesterday. It was twelve years ago... I felt the pain, the pressure. Painkillers didn't really work on me, and it was so hard listening to those around me. I heard the beeps, and sounds around me. I was terrified, I had no idea, my instincts weren't exactly up to snuff. I mean I wasn't exactly born into that position, I just had to listen and take it one step at a time, a life was at stake and if I didn't do it correctly, I might be responsible for a death." Taking a deep breath, I continued. "The pain was excruciating. I screamed. And then I was told to push... and I tried... I wasn't sure if I was doing it right. I was afraid if I pushed too hard that the others in the room could be killed by the force. But I guess my lack of confidence is what saved me there. Everything went without a hitch, and then I saw you. My beautiful little daughter." Chrissy looked back at me. "Okay Mom, but that doesn't explain to me how when Billy tried to grab my chest I broke his arm and now I'm suspended." I let out a sigh. "Honestly, I didn't think you'd show signs of powers like that. But I'm getting to that." I pulled the car over and slowly moved into the garage, and I parked. "It's easier if I explained when we get home." Chrissy crossed her arms over her shoulders. I stepped inside the main reception of the condo association, I waved at the manager. "Hi Pete!" He waved back. "Hi Tammy, Hi Chrissy!" Chrissy just waved her back but kept her arms crossed and her head down. A moment later we entered the room and I sent off a text message. Chrissy went to her room, I had a small half glass of wine, cuz I was going to need this to explain everything to her. I knocked on her door and stepped inside, she had posters of Mary Sue and Stoic plastered on her wall. "Come with me." She followed behind me. "Mom, do you or... Did my father have powers?" I stopped and looked back at her. "I do," I said, my voice quietly. "But I honestly don't know about your father." I didn't even know who her father was. "I won't go there." she said. I smiled, I've never had the strength to tell her about the night she was conceived, someday I might. Maybe today? I stopped by the linen closet, and opened the door, and then I pressed my hand to the side mirror, and the floor spread open to reveal steps. I lead her down. And stopped when she looked at my costume. Chrissy's eyes went wide. "Mom... You...you're..." I nodded my head. "Yeah. I wasn't always just a Mom... I wasn't always just woman. I was born Malcolm. My father was a politician, and I was kidnapped, a fellow prisoner had the ability to give people powers by sleeping with them, and they changed genders... I became Mallory, and you knew me as Mary Sue..." "Why did you go into hiding? Everyone knew who you were... How did I not see it?" I shrugged. "It doesn't matter, a little makeup, change of hair coloring, and people see what they expect. I was captured by Lady MindStorm, She had a goon spray something in my face, and I was unconscious. I missed 72 hours, and my next memory was waking up when Stoic woke me up after rescuing me. In the weeks that followed, I found I was pregnant. I decided to keep the baby, hell, I didn't even if I didn't know if some creep used my unconscious body, or if they used some Invitro method." Chrissy looked at me. "How did they catch you?" "It doesn't matter, I was looking for my friend Victoria who had been kidnapped." "Victoria? Like my middle name?" I nodded my head. "Yeah, and Crystal for my friend Krystal- with a K- who is still a prisoner nearly fifteen years later." I paused. "And also Stoic's daughter." "Did you find Victoria?" I shook my head. "No. Just gone.." I felt a tear run down my cheek and wiped at it. "And my parents were killed when I was in labor... so I thought it best to just disappear, as did my other siblings, I haven't seen any of them since about a week after you were born." I shrugged. "I tried to stay normal for the most part, but every so often, I appear as Mary Sue to remind the bad guys that I'm still here." I tried to force a smile. "Which brings us to me and Billy?" "Yeah, my powers are based on confidence, if I believe I can kick someone's ass, I can." This time my enthusiasm picking up. "So that means if I think I can hurt Billy... assuming my powers are like yours. "I can probably hurt him a lot." "And now you need to learn some self control so that you don't." I heard a voice from behind us. I turned around and saw Stoic standing behind me. I smiled widely, and held my arms open wide, and we hugged. "I see you got my message, I haven't seen you in too long." "Is this really Chrissy?" he asked looking down at her. Chrissy smiled. "Yup, it's me." I looked at Stoic and asked. "Should we train her?" He nodded his head. "At least a little, so she won't hurt anybody by accident." Chrissy chimed in. "Or a lot, so you know, I could be a sidekick for one of you." I looked at her. "I don't think so." A few weeks later. Chrissy's Powers were definitely like mine, not to the same level by any chance, but at twelve she could run as fast as any Olympian, and lift five times her own weight. I wondered what she would be like by the time she was in her twenties? Would she be as powerful as I was, or more powerful? Or would the paternal DNA dilute her powers and she would always be half as powerful as me. I watched with amusement as she gave everything she had at Stoic. Even with all her excitement and all her confidence, she still couldn't break through his defenses. We were pretty sure she would grow into her powers, but it would take a year... or maybe even 10 to the point where she would be my age by the time her powers were at full swing. "Okay you two. Time for food," I said interrupting their session. "But Mom..." Chrissy started to whine as Stoic broke off his assault... and her own voice cut itself off. "-ooohh! Grilled cheese!" She leaped thirty feet over to me without so much as a running start, and grabbed a half sandwich... "I'm glad some things other than combat can keep you motivated." "Mmm.. Good!" she said between bites. "Don't talk with your mouth full... or at least cover your mouth..." I said. She put her fingers about an inch in front of her mouth and repeated. "Mmm. Good." Stoic laughed as he slowly strode up to us. "Have a bottle of water, by any chance?" not asking for food out of politeness, I assumed. "Yeah," I said with a smile. "I have a cart on the other side of the door." "Thanks Tammy," he said, making me smile more that he was using my chosen name over my old name. And a moment later I heard a "Woot!" Chrissy looked at me. "What was that about?" I giggled. "There was a steak and bacon pizza on the tray with his water and a note saying that I didn't forget him..." "Sounds... chunky." "Shaved steak." "Oh... still sounds too meaty." I giggled again. "Well, it's his favorite pizza, and you're a girl who eats healthy... more or less." As I eyed her grilled cheese. "Boys in his youth were encouraged to eat greasier foods. He stepped back inside with a paper plate with a slice on it, he looked at Chrissy. "What are the three most important rules of being a hero?" She stopped chewing and put her hand over her mouth. "One, Protect the innocent. Two, Never Kill. Three, Protect your identity." "Good... So you can learn," he said with a wink. "Give me a few minutes Chrissy and we can get back to training." I looked down at my daughter. "Did you finish your homework for the weekend yet?" She looked down. "I can finish it later. Besides I have the whole day tomorrow." I scowled a bit at her. "Go get me your assignment list, I'll be the judge of that." A few minutes later she came in, and I looked down at the list she printed from her teacher's email... "What have you done so far?" She put her head down. "None..." I let out a sigh. "Well, I guess that's it for training for today." "But Mom!" she begged me. I put up a finger. "No 'but Mom's' about it young lady, no more training until you get your homework done." "Tammy..." Stoic interceded. "What about." I gave him a glare. "I said..." "Hear me out..." And then he leaned in and whispered into my ear. I smiled. "Okay... mixing.. I like it..." And then I turned to Chrissy. "So when you use your superspeed, do things tend to slow down around you?" I know you're not nearly as fast as I am, but I assume you perceive time differently?" She nodded her head. "Yeah." "Alright... So if you want to train with Uncle Sto again before you leave... Use that superspeed to see if you can get your math and english done..... And be careful not to set your paper on fire with your pen... Friction and superspeed don't mix." Her eyes lit up. "I never even thought of that..." And she ran out of the room. I looked at Stoic. "I think she was running at close to one hundred miles per hour." "I think it was closer to one hundred and sixty kilometers per hour." "We're not in Canada.," I told him with a smirk. "More of the world uses the metric system." "But we're in the stubborn country," I corrected him. He chuckled. "Uncle Sto?" I blushed. "Well, she's not your daughter, and I don't date... And in the last week you've treated her more like a daughter than any man I know... Is that an issue?" He shook his head. "No. it's been awhile since I had a family..." his voice trailed off... and I know he was thinking of his daughter, Krystal... The woman who made me the woman I am... The only evidence that she was even still alive was that Lady Mindstorm still had new underlings appear. "We've been a team for a while..." I started. "I've been your sidekick for years... You are family, and you have been." He looked me in the eye. "You have not been my sidekick in a very long time. You are just as skilled as I am, your judgement is impeccable, you are stronger than I am, and I trust you with my life. You are my partner." and he put his right hand on my right shoulder. "I mean that." I put my hand on his. "I don't know about that, it means a lot. But I'm not out there as much as you are any more... I'm a part-timer in the Superhero world, Being a full-time Mom takes away from that..." "Bullshit," he said with a smile. "If I needed you, you came. Every. Single. Time." We chatted for a few more minutes when Chrissy came back in. I held out my hand and she handed me her math homework. The answers were all correct. "Not bad... But the last three answers.. It looks like you started to burn the page. I'll let you keep training if you promise to rewrite this, and get your history homework done... tonight before ten." She scowled. "I promise." A Few Weeks Later. "Hello, Anders, Bailey, and Caulkson, how may I direct your call?" I answered. Listened and put them on hold and sent them to the correct associate. The television was on, and suddenly cut to a "We interrupt this programming to bring you an important announcement." There was an attack on the town hall.. Like.. My city's town hall... As in less than a half mile from Chrissy's High School. I stood up and my phone started buzzing with the Red Alert for a terrorist action in my area, I've gotten so many amber alerts since we moved here for missing children and such, but I've never had a red alert... I needed to suit up. Mr. Anders stepped out of his office. "We're in lock down, we need to go to the basement, we have a shelter." I looked at him. "My Daughter is near there, I have to go." He looked at me as if I had three heads... A step up from looking at me as if I had two... and he said, "You can't. You need to lockdown." I shook my head. "I'm sorry I can't." I grabbed my purse and started power walking to the door, and my phone rang, caller ID: 'Sto.' I answered it with a, "I'm already on my way." "See you there." And the phone went dead. Seconds later Mary Sue landed in front of the town hall. I started walking up the stairs and I heard a crash behind me. I turned to see a small crater behind me and Stoic standing behind me. "Got your back, partner." I gave the briefest smile for acknowledgement and we started walking up the stairs together, then we heard gunfire... and a man exploded through the window skipping on the concrete like a rock skips across the water. And then another and another. I started running. And there was a girl covered in black spandex with a red cape and ski-mask with goggles taking down these men with high powered rifles. And I found myself staring in disbelief alongside Stoic as this mysterious girl... who I was ninety percent positive was my daughter, took down the gunmen. And as he finished the last one off, she turned and saw the two of us... A disguised voice. "Mary Sue! Stoic! I am so pleased to meet you. I am-" "-Grounded for two weeks," I cut her off. She looked at me. "I'm sorry I think you have me confused with-" "Grounded for three weeks? Or was that four?" I asked sarcasm and anger thick in my voice. Her arms slumped and her bowed down. "No..." Her voice became a little more like my daughter's, "I'm grounded for two weeks... I guess... worst hero name ever." The three of us quickly rounded up the gunmen, and waited for the police... We took a few pictures for the press. But did not answer questions to any reporters. "When we get outside, we are walking to the crater, you hold on to me, and we'll fly up. Understand?" "Yeah, Mom..." she said knowing she was getting a lecture at home. Despite the fact I was going to have to get her back to school and find a way to make it look like she was hiding so no one puts together that she and the new sidekick are one and the same. Halfway down the stairs and there was an explosion. Fire launched itself at us. We scattered. What the actal fuck? I rolled to the ground and looked for Chrissy, who had dodged the attack and charged the pyro. This wasn't a weapon, this was a power. She decked him, and the guy didn't launch thirty feet into the air, he dropped like a sack of potatoes. At least she was showing some self-control. I heard a voice beside me. "Well. she has the strength of a hero, but what about the speed?" I turned and saw a man in a familiar costume... A uniform... One that Lady Mindstorm's minions wore. "She knew you would lure both of you out... The mundanes, the guns, your city, she's always known where you were, and what would entice you... but look at your daughter..." No. No. No. No. No... Not again... He sped off at her at a speed no human eye could perceive, but I could. And I chased right after him, shoulder-checking him through a car and into a brick building mere inches before he could grab my daughter. His body was more durable to compensate for the speed, so that slamming thought a brick wall wouldn't do any permanent damage to him. I paused to verify that he was out of the fight, he was... I turned to check on Chrissy... No... no. no. There was a man behind her with a rag over her face, and she was unconscious... No. No. No... Krystal. Victoria. Friends flashed through my mind, people I cared for and valued who I never saw again because of them. And then the wormhole opened and sucked them both in, and they were gone. I rushed over trying to get into it... but it was gone... In fact, all the powered opponents were gone, even the unconscious speeder in the brick wall. Stoic stood behind me. "Back to base fast, we need to see if we can find them... time is critical, don't fall apart now... And the next twenty four hours were hell. No clues, no signs. And then the message came. It was from Chrissy's social media, and it was asking to accept a call to me. Stoic was right there beside me, and I pressed the green button, but it was a mask, Lady Mindstorm's mask, specifically. "Long time no see, Mary Sue... or Mallory, or Tammy... whatever you want to call yourself these days." "Where is my daughter?" I demanded. "Oh, I'm going to tell you... in just a minute. But first, here's a little game to play. I know the two of you really wanted to see me, But I'm afraid only Mary Sue will be able to come. As you know, one of my minions makes wormholes... well I had him open a wormhole, and now there is an asteroid with a diameter about the size of a football stadium to land square on top of your daughter's school in twenty minutes... it is moving at about 12 miles per second, and to put that in perspective, an asteroid with the diameter of a school bus could wipe out most of a metropolitan area with that same speed. So... I'm afraid Stoic will be tied up with that, and we'll have a chance to talk woman to woman." "You can't expect me to believe-" "You can. And here are the coordinates. You come to that location, and you'll be taken to my lair. Stoic can just go to the school and just go up... You have ten minutes or I can' be responsible for what horrific things your daughter does to innocent children her own age. Well, maybe I can, but legally it will be your daughter who does them, not me." and with a bit of laughter, she hangs up. Bitch. "You can't go," Stoic firmly told me. "I have to," I said shaking my head. "No," he said calmly. "I tracked the signal, I know where they are, you don't have to meet her agent. I will go directly and fight her. You have to take out the asteroid." "No... I have to," I fought. I needed to save my daughter. "Look, she wants you there. Last time you faced her, you didn't even see what she was capable of doing. We don't know how resistant you are to her powers. "I'm pretty confident I can stop her to save Chrissy." "Regardless. My powers make me immune to her control. And your powers make you more likely to stop that asteroid and save the city... and I wouldn't be surprised if it were everyone in a two hundred mile radius from having a really bad day... You know I'm right." "It doesn't matter, She's my-" "Do you trust me?" he asked... I paused, I nodded my head... "Then Put your trust in me." And he held his hand out to me... Minutes later... I arrived at my daughter's school. I stood in the quad with students looking at me and taking pictures with their phones, I looked up and stared trying to find the asteroid through the blue sky... I knew it wouldn't be straight up, there was a movement to the Earth, and that meant the asteroid would be a little to the right of where I was looking.... This would have been so much easier at night... maybe. And... there it was. 'What do you know,' I thought... 'I actually could have flown straight up to intercept it.' And I launched up into the sky pushing fast hitting speeds that I probably shouldn't. I felt the atmosphere heating up around my friction... Until there was no atmosphere, and I saw the irregular shaped asteroid tumbling through space right at me. I actually was questioning if Stoic actually could have stopped this... too much pressure on a single part of this asteroid would make it break up and rain destruction down upon several cities across the hemisphere... But Moving quickly enough I could create a quantum speed and appear to have several of me push against it once to slow it down... And that's exactly what I did... moving so fast I was rapidly pressing against several dozen parts of the asteroid's surface at once... and it was slowing down.... Then it was stopping... and now it was moving away from the earth. This took a long time... This wasn't ten minutes... This was nearly an hour... Once I was sure it was out of the path of the Earth, I started rushing back, and as I arrived into the atmosphere, the satellites must have caught up with my phone... twenty missed messages from Stoic... I called back, the earpiece in my ear echoing the sound of a ring tone. "Mom!?" Chrissy's voice answered. "Are you alright, Sweetie?" My voice was a little more desperate than I intended. "Yeah, we're in a hospital in Boston... Stoic is not... He's hurt pretty bad." "Hold on hun, I'm already locked onto your signal, I'll be there in a minute... I was in the lobby in seconds, and she was there. I squeezed her as tightly as I dared, and she did the same... "Are you alright?" She nodded her head. "She made a new minion with some ridiculous powers." "She did?" I asked in confusion about Lady Mindstorm having those powers... "Well I assume she made Krystal create the powers... but she was far stronger than him, but in a last moment of courage, he unleashed a bright power, everyone near him seemed super disoriented, and rushed me and took me and broke me out... And we escaped. They're working on him in the OR. I held her close, and we went up to the floor he was being worked on... And after nearly an hour a man in green scrubs approached us... and then looked at me. "We can't do anything for him... He's in and out, but he's asking to speak with you..." I felt my face grow pale, and I nodded my head and squeezed Chrissy's hand before letting go and walking through the doors. I saw him lying there unconscious. The world's greatest hero had been beaten for the first time... And even I could tell that in a few mere moments, it would be 'to death.' I supressed my own sob as I sat next to him and took his hand in mine... It took a moment and he coughed, blood splattering on his uniform. And I knew why the doctor's could do nothing, he was mostly invincible, they couldn't even sew a laceration on him... Internal bleeding, and there was no way to get past his skin. His eyes met mine. "Hey..." I told him... "You saved my daughter. He smiled and coughed again... "...Did..." he acknowledged "I'm so sorry I wasn't there with you," I said, another sob escaping my lips... I wanted to say sorry for the sob, but time was so little... "You were..." he said, squeezing my hand. "ts'okay..." He gasped for a couple breaths of air. "Krys..." he tried to say. "You saved Chrissy... Thank You..." He tilted his head to the side as if too weak to shake his head. "Saw... Kryst" "Your daughter?" He nodded slightly once. And his eyes rolled back and fell unconscious... the machines that they did hook up to him had a slow and fading heartbeat. I sat beside him for twenty minutes before Chrissy stepped inside as well. She sat on the other side of him and held his hand. She cried silently... His eyes snapped open... He looked at her... "Be.. Good." "Uncle Stu... Please.. I love you." She pressed her cheek to the back of his hand... His mouth formed the word 'Love,' but the only word that escaped his lips was 'Too." He tilted his head to look at me. So many thoughts in his eyes, and no strength to speak them... I spoke instead. "I love you for everything you've done for me. For everything you've done for my daughter... You're the best family I have ever had-" and he knew I came from a good family. "-I'm honored to have been trained and mentored by you... and that you let me be your sidekick." "Partner." he corrected...And seconds later... the strongest man in the world, didn't even have enough strength to take another breath... Til Next Month for Part 4. Are you emotionally invested yet? Krystal is alive. It's been years, is Victoria still alive as well? If Lady Mindstorm has known where they have been all along, what can Mallory/Tammy do to keep her daughter safe? Let me know your thoughts. Email: [email protected] Twitter: @Dyvia16 Website: Mistressdyvia.com Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=23024772 Fetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/10443296 LiL: https://lockedinlace.com/members/mistressdyvia Copyright 2021, all rights reserved

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I was sorta expecting it, but it was still a surprise the first time an Earth Hero came through our bank. We had quite a few men who wanted to be crew on our warships and earn some easy money but could not swim, and I had to have something for them to do. I set four of them up as pairs of bank guards so that if anything happened one could continue to watch while the other went for help. One pair had the mornings and the other pair had the afternoons. I still remembered the bank at Long Cut...

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The Sissification of a Hero

Izuku Midoriya loved being a hero. He loved saving people with a smile and giving strength to the weak. He loved the feeling of doing something great and the happiness that followed from the people around him. Something he did not love however was paperwork. Sadly however, with great responsibility comes a great amount of paper-work. Especially if you're the number one hero with your own hero agency. Izuku groaned loudly and put the pen down as he finished his fourth damage report of the day....

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Herakles the Hero

Kalliste Periakes was humming to herself as she pushed through the door of the bar. "The Cubs need pitching," she announced to everyone in the bar... She was a young-looking woman with a thick mass of black hair, wide eyes and a generous mouth. Today she was wearing a Chicago Cubs jersey and jeans, not the usual attire for a graduate student at Northwestern University. "Amen, sister," one man said. "The starting pitching looked pretty good, but the relievers..." He shook his head sadly...

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Her Hero

I couldn’t sleep. I had been trying for what seemed like hours. So, I went for a walk to the park, hoping that would allow me to checkmate the sandman. That’s when I came upon the situation. A guy and a girl in what seemingly looked like an argument. Finding myself not ready to return home yet, I decided to eavesdrop on the squabble. From what I gathered he was her boyfriend and wanted a piece of her ‘teasing’ ass, as he so quaintly put it. I thought to myself, ‘I don’t blame him.’ The girl...

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Hero

All characters in this story are over twenty one except the baby. Morton Franks was out for his Sunday walk. He liked the peace and quiet of the neighborhood on Sunday. His route took him around the park and then down Oak Street. He was a mile from his house when he saw the smoke. The smoke was coming from a small house set back off the road. As he approached a woman came screaming out of the front door followed by a blast of smoke and flame. ‘My baby! My baby!’ she screamed, ‘I can’t find my...

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Eddie the Hero

Blond and balding, divorced and ready to give up on women, Eddie Cox closed his toolbox and walked out of the computer room of the small branch of Albion United Bank, swallowing the last of a tomato sandwich. He stopped abruptly, a shotgun pointed at his belly. ‘Who are you?’ asked the gunman, blue eyes looking coldly through eye slits in his hood. ‘The computer guy,’ Eddie croaked. ‘I don’t know the combination to the bank’s safe.’ ‘Of course you don’t,’ snarled the gunman. ‘It’s on a time...

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Mothers Hero

Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results.Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D...

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The Heart Of A Hero

With all of the superhero stories going around, I thought that I'd try my hand at one, with a bit of a different twist. Enjoy......... Raven The Heart of a Hero The wound . . . was . . . quite fatal. Lois Lane lay in a pool of her own arterial blood. "I'll . . . go for help," whispered Jimmy Olson, trying to ease her pain. He knew that in his heart of hearts it wouldn't do any good. Still, he had to do something. "It'll be okay." Jimmy started to rise to go. Lois'...

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Carnival of Mirrors Hero

This is my third Carnival of Mirrors tale. The others, also available on fictionmania, are: Carnival of Mirrors: Four Fates. Carnival of Mirrors: Generations. Like those, this one is a standalone tale. You don't have to have read them to follow this tale, but if you enjoy this one you'll probably enjoy them, too. If you like stories with a World War II setting you might also like my story: Mantra: Day of the Storm God Most of that one is set in Berlin during the final...

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Return Of An Earth Hero

Kathrine gasped as she sat up in the bed. It's too soon, he couldn't have rescued her and returned already she thought to herself. She spoke to the room, "Lights please." She quickly rose, dressed, and moved toward the door. I'll meet him at the portal, since this was his second rescue he still may not be sure of what to do. I'll have both of them checked in the healing chamber and then take Ava Foreman to the bedroom. Then I'll have Jimmy wait in the den. It just seems to be too soon....

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Minara the Grojan WarChapter 6 A Hero

The next morning Arron woke early, bathed and dressed in his light leather armor. He walked down to the common room for breakfast and was saluted by the desk sergeant. "Good morning, sir." "Good morning, Jerros." There was a noise outside so Arron walked to the main entrance and opened the doors. He was greeted by a loud cheer. A crowd was quickly gathering; people pushed forward, patted him on the back and shook his hands. He was about to step back through the door when Jerina rushed...

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To be a hero

This story will center itself around the main character: the hero. Well…at least that is what he will be at the start. You have to understand dear reader that most villains in real life aren’t inherently evil. They themselves do believe that what they are doing is the right thing. To clarify, this story does start out as a heroic tale. It is in fact a little generic. For example, it is set in the glorious country of the United States. The hero does at the start believe in the workings of a...

Mind Control
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Hero

I was orphaned at an early age and lived on the street. I got my education through the public comp systems. At sixteen I got a job just off the port warehouse district as a night watcher. It was not much but I made enough to rent a one room apartment once called a studio. The area was very old and close to the port so the buildings were between six to ten stories tall. Since the area was old it was also neglected by a lot of the city maintenance workers. Few constables patrolled the area and...

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A Fresh StartChapter 68 Hero

Back inside, I took another pill and drank about half a beer while getting undressed and climbing into bed. Marilyn had already fallen asleep by the time I got into the sheets. I tried to close the drapes and shut out the daylight, but the entire place had been designed to be light and airy. Even the curtains seemed bright. It didn’t matter. I was out like a light in about thirty seconds and didn’t wake until dinner time. I woke to find myself alone in the bed, but I heard the shower...

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No hero

It wasn’t that Jack had ever wanted to be a soldier. It was not something he chose from a range of professions. It was simply that Jack was born into an area where poverty and hardship were the norm, where the only choice for the boys who left school was either to slave in the local coal mines, or to join one of the armed services. So when Jack left school at the tender age of fourteen, as children were allowed to do in those far off days, he worked in the dirt and blackness for two long years,...

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My sons hero

This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local college. At 6’4’’ 225 pounds, he still looks like he could hold his own against professional football players. He could have gone pro if he really had the desire to, but all his life he wanted to be a cop, just like my father-in-law. And the same aggression he used to use to bring...

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My sons hero

Introduction: A wife does something she never imagined she would, and it only gets worse from there. I was just taking the brownies out of the oven that I had made for my son, Kyle, when I heard a knock at the door. This caught me by surprise, since we get so few visitors to the house. This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local...

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Gary My Hero

Gary My HeroA work of fictionIt was getting late, it had started to rain. Rose Tyler normally walked the long way round to her home, but tonight of all nights, she chose to take the shortcut across the common. A sixty one year old widow, she rarely stayed out late, but tonight she had been visiting a sick friend and had lost track of the time. So it was well after ten thirty when she started the short walk through the dark area known locally as the Common.The two men, stood behind one of the...

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Helping A Hero

He was exhausted, sweaty, gritty, and dirty. It had been a long tough fight and even though he had done his very best, he felt guilty and helpless.The call came in as a simple house fire. The kind he had been to a thousand times before. And like every other time, he had jumped out of bed, scrambled to get dressed, and get on the truck as fast as possible. But he wasn't as young as he used to be and he could feel the toll the years had taken on him. He was still in decent shape, he thought. He...

Uniform
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SRU The Football Hero

SRU -- The Football Hero By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001 "Mall Security, Sam Crawford speaking." "Sam, this is Al Dehner at Rite Aide. I've got a crazy man screaming in my story." Al's voice was quivering, a sure sign the man was nervous. In the background, Sam could ear what sounded like someone shouting, though he couldn't make out any words. "On my way," Sam said. The Rite Aide was only about six stores away from the corner where the Security Office was located. Sam...

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Working Class Hero

"A working class hero is something to be... ... If you want to be a hero, well just follow me." John Lennon Johnny McMullen stared at the piece of paper in his hands, and felt a cold sweat break out all over his body, despite the unseasonably warm late-winter day. It had come out of a sealed envelope with his name on it that had been placed under the windshield wiper of his pickup truck, which had been parked in the lot at the foundry where he worked as a master machinist. As he read...

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Hero

Kevin had never had much luck with girls. To begin with, he was terribly shy. He seemed to freeze up when talking to attractive girls. He was okay in his dealings with his mom and his female teachers, but that was different. There was no physical attraction. His paralyzing shyness only seemed to affect him when he tried to speak with members of the opposite sex to which he was attracted. Being a young man of 18, he was attracted to a lot of girls. Since he didn't know what steps to take to be...

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Bikini Beach Heroes

Bikini Beach - Heroes ElrodW A veteran, who's considered a hero, is tired and feels broken, because his injuries left him crippled and less than a man. When Anya offers him a pass to Bikini Beach, the hero has to decide if he's better as a broken hero, or a whole woman. ********** This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial- ...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Ordinary Heroes

For those who suffered through the bad editing of the first submission I apologize. I owe a great deal of thanks to xtchr for agreeing to edit the story. All the characters and scenario’s are fictitious. The dangers and emotional harm are very real for those in the professions of the story. Seeing the harm done to critical care providers, and one in particular, prompted me to write the story so I am pleased that with xtchr’s help the tale reads as it should. Copyright 2014 * Ian Cameron...

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Music of Change 3 We Could Be Heroes

Music of Change: We Could Be Heroes By Valerie Hope I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing, nothing will drive them away We can beat them - just for one day We can be us - just for one day I, I can remember Standing by the wall And the guns, shot above our heads And we kissed, as though nothing could fall And the shame was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we can be heroes, just for one day We can be heroes We can...

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Generic Brand Hero

Generic Brand Hero By Sarah Barndt Chapter 1 I was, admittedly, a loser. I was a 24-year-old college dropout who worked at a video store and lived in my parent's basement. Add to that I was 5'5, scrawny and kind of weaselly looking. Well, as you could imagine, I was beating the babes off with a stick. Actually you could describe my love life by removing the words "the babes" and "with a stick" from the last sentence. The only thing that kept my Dad from thinking I was a...

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Earths CoreChapter 4 Shelter Of Heroes

After wishing good luck to the participants, Archbishop Silternja sat in his middle seat, at the left end seat sat Cardinal Northstar, His Young Eminence sat in the other middle seat and Sister Iaura at the right end seat. Priest announcer Armin exited the arena, leaving only the one thousand and three participants inside. “Thank you, Archbishop Silternja”, he said with no hint of intention to address the two youngsters sitting together with the holy Archbishop and Cardinal, as if he was...

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The Hero

Midfield Wisconsin, a medium-sized city by Midwestern standards, lies perched high above the shores of Lake Michigan. A long Coast Guard pier juts one mile out into the lake, slants sharply to the south then out for another quarter mile. This structure helps form a channel creating one of the best harbors on the lake, from which a fleet of commercial fishing boats goes forth each morning, accompanied by hundreds of swirling, squawking gulls. Huge merchant ships come and go, supplying coal and...

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Someones Hero

In an age of time when the destruction of modern civilization slowly descends upon us we must look to a future when someone, anyone will rise up and take the reigns so long ago dropped and lift us back to our rightful path. This at least was the thoughts and the most constant staple of Professor Damien’s lectures. He knew that the inner cities were going to hell and also that his student ratio had jumped by 60% over the last few years. At the ripe age of 45 he was still younger than the larger...

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Harold Plays The Hero

Copyright Oggbashan June 2001/July 2002 Minor revisions July 2015. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. None of this story has any relevance to a historical India. It is a fiction based in a mythical country which is one character’s imagination of what India might seem to...

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Christmas Hero

I wrote this story shortly after Christmas of 2102. It is a work of fiction. Names, places and events are a product of my imagination. I hope you enjoy it for what it is. * When the IED exploded eight Marines of Lieutenant Karl Richart Schmidt’s platoon lay wounded and exposed to sniper fire from a group of insurgents hiding in the village. Schmidt’s instincts told him to remain hidden behind the low stone wall which the remainder of his men had taken cover. Then his training kicked in....

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Comic Hero

Growing up as a kid, I was mesmerized by Popeye, The Sailor Man. It was a collection of my grandfather’s comic books that I had inherited. It was a ridiculous cartoon strip started in the nineteen-twenties. In it, Popeye a spinach glugging nerd constantly saves Olive Oyl, an even more absurd looking creature from the advances of a gorgeous looking, butch hunk named Bluto. Even as a child, I was unable to understand why Olive would be distressed by the machinations of the uber-masculine Bluto,...

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The Holy Virgin Hero

Your name, is Fuckin' Savior Of The Land, Bitch. If this name is strange to you, then either get used to it or change it via the options over there in the right side. ---> The world you live in, is called Aria, named after the humble, noble, generous, incorruptible Queen Aria, founder and first ruler of this beautiful land before leaving behind a line of descendants to take her place. In this world, magic is real. Wizards, wands, witchcraft, mythological monsters, they're all real. Currently,...

Fantasy
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Adventurs as a Super Hero

your name is John Doe you were in An accident in a laboratory resulted in you gaining amazing skills and strengths - but also means that a secret government organisation is out to kill you! You must keep your identity hidden to the public, whilst also be using your powers for good! your superpowers are Super-Strength - Your powers mean you're now the strongest person alive, able to hurl cars at fleeing bad guys, knock over buildings with your bare hands, and accidentally wrench doors off their...

Fantasy
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Hero

You glanced around - it was an eerie night, with the full moon glowing brightly in the sky and shadows being lengthened to pull off a more frightening look than they usually would have. You gritted your teeth, and kept moving, though your body was tensed - this wasn't a good part of town, and you knew that because you were a guy, you would probably be beat up at the first opportunity. If you let them, of course - you were strong, standing at a good 6 feet, and though you weren't exactly...

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Harold Plays The Hero

Copyright Oggbashan June 2001/July 2002 Minor revisions July 2015. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.None of this story has any relevance to a historical India. It is a fiction based in a mythical country which is one character's imagination of what India might seem to be...

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Indian widow Mothers Hero

Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results.Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D...

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My Hero

My Hero By Anon Allsop I slowly strolled by the dress shops, momentarily gazing into the windows and looking at the new styles from New York. I caught sight of my reflection in the window, auburn hair askew and lightly floating in the gentle breeze. I straightened my light jacket and continued to walk down the sidewalk. "How'd you like to wrap those long legs around me honey?" I glanced up, a man in a white tank had settled in beside me. He was grinning like a hungry wolf....

Humor
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Hero

Hero (Sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. I am not perfect. Most readers have patience; others think the story sucks if there are mistakes. I do try though Hello everyone. I am so happy that my story will be on this site. It's not a story about me finding out there was a girl living in my boy's body, and it's not a story about some girl or woman making me their slave. It's not a story about me finding a boyfriend and being his girlfriend. This is my story where I tell the...

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Sarah Carerra 236 My Hero

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By Megan Campbell (Released: May 16, 2011) Chapter 36 - My Hero I woke up on Sunday with a smile on my face. Yesterday had been one of the best days of my life. I'd spent a lot of time with Mom over the years, but never had it been as fun as yesterday...

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Hail the Conquering Hero

Hail the Conquering Hero By Carol Collins John Thompson's plane arrived at his hometown airport in the middle of the night. He had planned on being home the previous afternoon, but a missed connection had caused him to be delayed by several hours. He placed his duffel bag on the sidewalk beside him and decided how he was going to handle the situation. John was returning from another one of those small wars that the...

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