The Hidden Hero

Angels Exist

Brett's P.O.V.

Why us? I mean, hadn't we've been through enough? I sat in a chair next to my sister's bed. She was barely hanging on to her life. She had several broken ribs, a punctured lung, a dislocated shoulder, a concussion, head trauma, and the list went on. They found her alone in her apartment on the couch, someone called the police. Apparently she was just in a hostage situation and a hour later there she was home, looking like she'd been in a car accident. The white hospital room smelt of rubbing alcohol and was freezing cold. I shuddered in remembrance of the morgue, which shared the same cold and lonely feeling.

I looked over at her broken body, lying there, showing almost no signs of life. The white sheets were tucked up around her waist because that was as far as they could reach before touching all of the medical equipment. It's only been a few days though. There was the quiet beeping of the heart monitor and the noise of the ventilator. I grabbed her cold hand in mine and prayed.

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Unknown P.O.V.

We found Nicholas and now here he was, in the middle of the warehouse kneeling with a bag over his head. His hands and feet were bound with steel but I was unsure that they would hold for long. He was coming to, when we found him he was laying on the ground, he neck twisted at an awkward angle. Nick had an iv in his arm giving him the antidote so we could take him out with no trouble. I was beyond fury when I heard of his last betrayal. Now here we were, he attracted way too much attention and I was going to make sure that he paid for every news report, picture, comment, and article. I was going to have my shots at him and then Hernandez will take care of the rest. He began to stir out of sleep and I could hear his slew of cuss words as he fully awoke.

"Why is it so damn dark?", he grumbled.

"You really disappoint me Nicholas. I had so much faith, and you didn't even deserve an ounce of it.", I said. Then I sent my fist flying into the side of his head.

"I warned you! And now we have that freak on our tail!", I yelled as I continued to punch him.

I grabbed a fistful of the bag over his head and yanked it off then grabbed his face to punch him again. He look tired and bloodied, his powers were taken from him and he couldn't fight back. I kicked his jaw and heard a satisfying pop.

"And guess what? I already have you replaced, you're done.", I said panting.

"Hernandez!", I yelled.

"Your plan is gunna fail. I'm done, I don't give a shit anymore.", he darkly chuckled.

"Yes sir?", Hernandez said appearing behind me.

"Give him the death he deserves.", I spat.

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Charlie's P.O.V.

I couldn't stand by anymore. Something just wasn't right, this asshole shouldn't have been let out of jail in the first place and as I learned more about him there was a lot that he shouldn't have been able to do. Someone had helped him, and his powers. I was in their old apartment going through everything I could find. He couldn't have had those his entire life because Callie would have known.

Oh Callie, I thought as I held my head in my hands. She finally knew about me and that was a relief but she's comatose and so I couldn't truly know how she felt about it. But whatever was going on, I was going to put a stop to it. For Callie. And plus I didn't need any Super Assholes running around the city.