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Chapter 17: A Hero Falls

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The next morning, I was still a bit stiff and sore. I got up slowly and put my bathrobe on. Going to Uncle Dar’s room, I saw that he was awake so I asked him if he minded me using the tub for a long soak.

He looked at me and asked, ‘Bit sore this morning? Bet that teaches you to start a bit slower.’

I glared at him and said, ‘Well at least I did good. Jimmy and Megan were both happy with what I could do.’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But you have to learn moderation. You’ve been out for a bit over a month and that takes your muscle tone away. You aren’t in bad shape, but you need to realize that even a week away will mean starting slow and working back up. I let you get away with it yesterday so you’d remember better than if I’d just told you to go slow.’

I thought about it and admitted that he was right. I would be more careful after today without having to be told. I told Uncle Dar, ‘Your right, I guess. I’ll be more careful now and work up a bit without trying to do to much at once.’

‘Good,’ he said. ‘I was watching you yesterday, and so were Jimmy and Megan. We wouldn’t have let you really hurt yourself but we wanted you to learn on your own. I hope you forgive me for this. I wouldn’t have let you injure yourself.’

I laughed and said, ‘I know. I’ve known that since I got hurt. You wouldn’t have come into the pool after me if you were going to let me hurt myself bad. You wouldn’t have insisted on pushing my wheelchair out of the hospital if you didn’t care. You wouldn’t have given me that medal if you weren’t my friend.’

Uncle Dar smiled and said, ‘Go take your bath and soak as long as you want. I have a feeling that some other girls will be using some other tubs around here for the same reason.’

I laughed and said, ‘I bet your right. It’s a good thing that there’s a bathroom on each floor plus the basement. I never figured out why this house was built like that, but now I can see a good reason for it.’

Uncle Dar chuckled and said, ‘Now you see why it’s nice to have even a small extra bathroom in a large house. My Grandfather did that when he built a house for himself and Grandmother years ago. He had three bedrooms and a full size bathroom and a small closet sized one with a toilet and sink. It’s really nice not to have to wait in line.’

I laughed and said, ‘That sounds like the voice of experience.’

‘I spent over ten years in the army,’ he said. ‘I’ve lived in barracks with over one hundred other men and the latrine as it’s called wasn’t big enough for that many in most of them. It could get a bit crowded with that many trying to get shaved and showered early in the morning.’

I laughed at that thought and said, ‘Well I think you just talked me out of a military career with that.’

Uncle Dar laughed and said, ‘Good. I don’t think you’d do well in the military. You’re too kind and loving to even go through boot camp. You care too much about people.’

I thought about that for a moment and said, ‘I wouldn’t want to hurt anybody. I’m learning to fight but I don’t know if I could.’

Uncle Dar motioned me to come over to his bed and had me sit down on the edge. He said, ‘Let me tell you a secret.’ I nodded and he continued, ‘If you have enough reason you will fight. If you thought you were protecting someone you love you’d fight as hard as you could. You might hate yourself afterwards, but you’d do it.’

‘The most dangerous person in the world is someone fighting for their loved ones,’ he continued. ‘I’ve seen the best and the worst of people and I know that anyone will fight for that. A mother protecting her children will attack a lion with a broom if thats what it takes. She’d loose the fight but even knowing that wouldn’t stop her.’

I thought about that for a bit. He was right, I realized. I’d fight to protect Janny or Erica. I’d do whatever I could to protect George too. I might hesitate but I’d do it. Shelly, Sandra, Ellen and Nancy too.

I looked at Uncle Dar and said, ‘Thats why you came into the pool. Not just because I’m your friend.’

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘No hesitation or thought. I saw you floating face down and that was enough. I’ve never been so afraid in my life as I was while I waited in the pool for the medics to check you over. I knew my leg was hurt but it didn’t matter because you were to important to worry about that. It wasn’t until I asked George for help that I saw the blood.’

‘If someone you care about is in danger, you don’t worry about the cost to yourself. You act. Only a coward won’t act and even some of them will to save their children or spouse. For you and your family, my two girls, Megan, Shelly and Sandra I’d do whatever was necessary. I couldn’t live with myself otherwise.’

When he’d finished, he pushed me off the bed and said, ‘Go take your bath. I’m not in a hurry and theirs no need to rush so go have a good soak. There’s Epsom salts under the sink. Use some of that and relax for awhile. We aren’t doing anything special today.’

I thanked him and went to the Dens bathroom. Filling the tub, I put some Epsom salt in the water. While it was filling, I went to my bedroom and got some clothes for the day and took them back to the bathroom.

After taking off my robe and pj’s, I got into the tub and stretched out.

I thought about what Uncle Dar had said for a long time. I didn’t want to fight, but he was right. I would do what it took to protect my friends and family. I don’t think I could just fight even in a tournament, but he was right about the rest.

When I started feeling more relaxed, I got out of the tub and cleaned it out after drying myself off. When I finished, I got dressed and went out to the main room.

Ellen and Nancy were playing games on the plasma when I came out of the bedroom. I said good morning to them as I went to the kitchen to fix my breakfast. They both said good morning back and went back to their games.

I went to Uncle Dar’s door and looked in. He was reading when I looked at him. He looked up and asked if I needed anything.

I said, ‘No, I was just checking to see if you did. I’m going to make something to eat if your hungry.’

‘I ate while you were in the tub,’ he said, ‘but if you could get me some coffee in a bit I’d be grateful.’

I told him I’d bring him a cup in a bit and left to go to the kitchen. For a change, nobody was there. I checked the coffee pot and seeing that it was empty, I started some.

That done, I made myself some oat meal while the coffee was brewing. I got done with that about the same time the coffee was done so I cleaned up my mess and took Uncle Dar a cup.

That done, I went to my room to watch some TV for awhile. I watched a few shows, but couldn’t find much on really worth watching so I went back out to the main room. Ellen and Nancy were gone now so I went to my computer and started it up to check my email and do a little surfing.

When it finished booting and I logged on, my calender popped up with a notice. I read it and slapped myself on the forehead. Today was Janny’s and Georges anniversary. I’d forgotten all about that.

I went to Uncle Dar’s room and told him. He said, ‘Well I guess I’ll need some help. Can you call Janny and ask her if she’ll help me get dressed? Just tell her that I want to take you and go do a bit of shopping for a few things I need.’

I said, ‘OK. Do you want me to get the others?’

‘No,’ he said. ‘Just you and me this time. I’ve been so busy with Ellen and Nancy that I haven’t had time to spend with you. Go get your sister and let me get ready. We’ll go get them something special. While we’re gone, we can get the others to fix a real nice meal for Janice and George. They can cook and we’ll get them a couple of gifts.’

I agreed. Going to the intercom, I called Janny and asked if she could help Uncle D
ar get dressed because he wanted to go get a few things for his computer. She told me she’d be right down.

Erica and Janny came down and helped Uncle Dar get ready while I talked to Ellen and Nancy. I told them that we were going to get Janny and George anniversary gifts and asked them to help with dinner.

They got real excited and agreed immediately to help I got them started in the kitchen and came back to find Uncle Dar ready to go. He said, ‘Erica is coming with us to drive. The Beast is way to expensive for just the two of us but I don’t feel comfortable driving you car. Too small for my leg to stretch yet.

We went out to the car and I helped Uncle Dar get in the front while we waited for Erica. She came out shortly after I got in the back.

After starting the car, she asked, ‘Where do you want to go?

I asked her if she knew what day it was, and she told me the date. I asked, ‘And whats so special about today?’

She thought for a moment and exclaimed, ‘It’s George’s and Janice’s anniversary’

I laughed and said, ‘Right the first time. Ellen and Nancy are fixing dinner for them and we’re going to get them a gift.’

‘Well I guess I’ll have to get them something too,’ she said. ‘So, where do you want to start?’

Uncle Dar asked, ‘How bout a jewelry shop? We can get them something nice there, and then I want to go to the liquor store to get them a bottle of champagne to go with their dinner.’

‘I want to get them a flower arrangement for the table and maybe something special for dessert. Maybe we can get something from that place you took us for dinner if they do take out orders.’

‘Thats a good idea,’ said Erica. ‘I know George likes fancy cakes and such.’

Uncle Dar said, ‘Now we have a plan. ‘Lets get going.’

We headed to town. I used my cell phone and called Megan and told her about it. She said she’d meet with us after we picked up the champagne so she’d have time to shop too.

We went to a jewelry store first and went in to look. The woman at the counter asked us what we were looking for, and Erica said, ‘Todays our older sisters anniversary and we want something special for her and her husband.’

‘How special?’ the woman asked.

Uncle Dar answered, ‘Well they’ve been raising these two since their parents passed away. They took me out of the V.A. hospital and gave me a place to live while I recover from some injuries from while I was working in Iraq. Real special, I’d say.’

Erica and I agreed with him.

‘And how much do you want to spend?’ the woman asked.

Uncle Dar looked at us and said, ‘Try to keep it under twenty please. I spent a bit much on that van yesterday.’

I said, ‘Well I’ve got about fifty I can afford.’

Erica said, ‘I have two hundred.’

Uncle Dar laughed and said, ‘I meant thousand. I can by whatever you two pick out. You can chip in but pick something really nice for both of them. Don’t worry about the cost.’

Erica stared at Uncle Dar and asked, ‘How much money do you really have?’

Uncle Dar said, I was teasing my cousins husband at the car lot when we got the van. I told him I could only afford about half his stock. I lied a bit about that. I could afford the whole lot if I cashed in some bonds I’m holding right now.’

I whispered to Erica, ‘He’s not kidding. He paid for the van out right. He also paid twelve thousand for a year for rent for the court when he adopted Ellen and Nancy. He’s got tons of money, I think.’

Erica stared at me in shock and said, ‘He’s renting from us? Why?’

‘To show the court that he can support two teenagers,’ I said. ‘He paid a full year to show that they had a stable home. George’s lawyer set it up and the amount was fair value for a similar apartment with the pool and exercise room.’

‘Oh,’ said Erica. ‘I understand now. If it was my say, he could stay there forever and not have to pay rent.’

I agreed with her on that, but I understood why he paid the money and why Janny accepted it. It had to be a real transaction for the court and the amount had to be realistic too.

While we’d been talking, Uncle Dar had been looking in a display case that the sales woman had shown him to. He called out to us and said, ‘Hey girls. I found something interesting here.’

We went over and he pointed to a matched set of his and hers watches and said, ‘What do you think? They’re Swiss and have a life time guarantee on them. Think they’d like em?’

I looked at them and said, ‘I think I’d like them. They’re beautiful.’

Erica agreed so Uncle Dar said to the sales woman, ‘We’ll take the set. Can you gift wrap them please?’

She agreed to wrap them and took them up to the counter. Uncle Dar gave her his card and signed the receipt when she gave it to him.

While she was wrapping the watches, I asked Uncle Dar, ‘How much were they? I need to know so I can pay you back my third.’

He said, ‘How much do you think Janny and George are worth to me?’

‘OK,’ I said. ‘So how much do I owe you? I have to pay something if they’re from all three of us.’

‘Fifty is what you said you could afford. That’s enough.’

Erica said, I’ll stop at a bank machine and get you the two hundred I said.’

Uncle Dar said, ‘Fifty is enough. That’ll leave you with enough to get something else for them.’

Erica smiled and hugged Uncle Dar and said, ‘Thank you. Sally and I have never had enough to get them something really special before.’

Uncle Dar hugged her back and asked her, ‘Well who helps me get up in the morning and who helps me get ready for bed at night? My turn for special now.’

We laughed and thanked him with more hugs.

The woman finished wrapping the watches and handed the package to Uncle Dar and said, ‘If there’s any problem with them all the recipients have to do is bring them in here with the guarantee inside the box. It has our store information on it and we have a certified watch repairman who can fix them or ship them back to the manufacturer.’

Uncle Dar thanked the woman and Erica bumped me out of the way to push him back to the car. I helped him in and got the chair into the trunk and Erica asked, ‘Where to next?’

Uncle said, ‘Well I think that if you can get a cake from that restaurant, we can get the champagne. Drop us at the liquor store and then go get the cake. Sally can help me get in and then wait at the door while I see what they have.’

‘OK,’ said Erica. ‘Next stop it the liquor store for the champagne and while your there I’ll get the cake.’

I said, ‘Then the florist for something for the table.’

‘That works,’ said Erica.

She drove us to the store and I helped Uncle Dar get into his chair. Erica said, ‘I should be back in about twenty minutes to pick you up,’ then drove off.

I pushed Uncle Dar up to the door of the store and he went in.

While I was waiting, I saw four men walking down the street toward me. I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt afraid.

When they got up to me one of them grabbed me and put his hand around my mouth before I could scream. Then two of the others each grabbed one of my arms and they dragged me into the alley next to the store.

The one holding my mouth said, ‘You and your family have been a problem for a long time. Too bad you didn’t drown in the pool like you were supposed to. Now your going to hurt before you die.’

I was terrified at this point! I didn’t know the men but they really frightened me when they mentioned the pool.

They turned me around and pushed me against a brick wall. The one holding my mouth took out a knife and pointed it at my throat and said, ‘Now you get to die.’

I heard a voice behind them that said, ‘I would recommend you reconsider. I don’t think you’ll like what will happen if you don’t.’

The two holding my arms let me go and turned around. The three not holding me pul
led out knives, and one said, ‘You should leave while you can old man. If you don’t want to get cut up you should go.’

The one still holding me turned sideways and I saw Uncle Dar. He was standing on the sidewalk at the entrance to the alley looking at us.

He said, ‘I don’t think you understand. This alley is a dead end and to get out you have to come this way. If the girl is hurt you won’t make it.’

The one holding me dropped his knife and pulled out a gun, saying, ‘If you don’t leave your dead.’

Uncle Dar looked at the gun and laughed. He said, ‘You really aren’t very smart. There’s a cop car about a block up. You shoot and they’ll be here in less than a minute.’

The three holding knives suddenly rushed Uncle Dar. I didn’t see much of what happened, but they were on the ground so fast that I couldn’t believe it. One had his head turned funny and the other had his eyes wide open and was just staring straight up. The third was face down, but he wasn’t moving either.

Uncle Dar looked at the fourth man and said, ‘Now you’re alone. Put the gun away and leave or shoot and deal with the cops. Your choice.’

The man pointed his gun at Uncle Dar and shot him! Uncle Dar’s face didn’t change at all. He just kind of sagged down to his knee’s and leaned forward a bit.

The man with the gun looked at me and said, ‘I didn’t want to do that but…’

Suddenly there was a knife in his neck. He dropped the gun and fell down making a gurgling sound.

I looked at Uncle Dar. He was still on his knees with one hand on the ground.

He spat on the ground and said, ‘Idiots,’ then fell forward.

I ran up to him crying. I thought he was dead. I got to him and slowly rolled him over. His back felt funny. Like it was made of something really hard. I didn’t see any blood on his chest and he was breathing so I knew he was alive.

He opened his eyes and said, ‘Call George now. Tell him what they said. Don’t call the police until you talk to him.’

I called George right away. I was crying when he answered and I told him where we were at and what had happened. He said that he was calling Inspector Reach right away on his cell phone and that I should not hang up.

Uncle Dar opened his eyes and said, ‘Phone.’

I held it to his ear and he said, ‘Four of them. Said whole family. Tell Reach. Nice vest.’

He closed his eyes again and seemed to relax. I knew he wasn’t dead because he was still breathing but I thought he was unconscious now.

George didn’t say anything for a few minutes while I was waiting. Then he said, ‘Reach is on the way. Call an ambulance and the police now. Tell them when they get there that the NCIS is investigating this. Don’t let them try to talk to Dar and stay with him. I’ll get Janny and meet Erica then we’ll come to you where ever they take Dar.’

I said I’d do it and hung up. I called emergency and told them where I was and what had happened. They said that a police unit and an ambulance were on the way. I told them that I thought the four attackers were dead and that the NCIS was coming too.

He said, ‘I don’t know anything about that. Just stay on the line and tell me about your Uncle.’

I said, ‘One of them shot him. He isn’t bleeding though and his back and chest feel funny. Real hard, kinda.’

The man said, ‘He’s got a vest on. He should be OK as long as nothing got broken by the bullet. How are you feeling?’

I started crying again and said, ‘I’m scared. They said they were going to kill me. They had knives and one had a gun. I’m really scared.’

A police car pulled up while I was saying this. The driver was one of the two from court and CPS problem.

He ran over and asked, ‘You all right?’

I again said, ‘I’m scared. They were going to kill me and they shot Uncle Dar.’

The man on the phone asked, ‘Is the police man with you?’

I said, ‘Yes, he’s here and I know him.’

The man said, ‘Alright, you can hang up now.’

I turned off my phone. Still crying, I asked the cop, ‘Is Uncle Dar going to be OK? I don’t want him to die.’

The cop was checking Uncle Dar and said, ‘He should be. He has a bullet proof vest on and the round didn’t go through it. He probably has a very sore chest, but he should be just fine.’

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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...

3 years ago
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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...

3 years ago
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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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Recovery of a Hero Ch 07

Chapter 7 Hero to the Rescue This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. When we had left the room, Janny grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. She said, ‘I’m proud of you. I don’t believe in violence because I’ve seen what it can do to people. But you were willing to stand up for people you cared for. George is the same way, and I love him for it. I love you too, and I’m proud that you are my little sister.’ I hugged her...

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Recovery of a Hero Ch 09

Chapter 9: The Hero’s Gift This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. Special thanks to Mistress Lynn for her assistance and advice. * The next couple of weeks were a bit of a blur for me, but I remember that Sally’s friends came over just about every day. They took turns helping me around the house, and they would frequently take me places. All their parents helped with rides and such. I had a lot of fun during that time...

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Recovery of a HeroChapter 7 Hero to the Rescue

When we had left the room, Janny grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. She said, "I'm proud of you. I don't believe in violence because I've seen what it can do to people. But you were willing to stand up for people you cared for. George is the same way, and I love him for it. I love you too, and I'm proud that you are my little sister." I hugged her back. I didn't say anything because I couldn't think of the words to say, except "Uncle Dar and George are special. What that woman...

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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,...

Gay Male
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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...

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