We Could Be Heroes

VII.

Hey! Sorry I haven't been posting, I've been busy and sick. I was absent from school for some time so I had a lot of make up work!
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"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but rising every time we fall."
- Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela
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J A K E S P O V

Making it back to Bushwick was odd. Walking into town empty handed, looking disheveled. I got weird glances from everyone, but I didn't care. Nope. I was supposed to protect Seb; his father had asked me to. But I failed. I did what I could, but it wasn't enough. I just hope he's still alive. By the time I knew what I was doings was knocking on the office door of the big guy, who's name we never got.

"Come in," A deep voice said. I pushed open the door, to see that man there.

"Ah," The man said a surprised grin spreading across his face. "White! Where's Jacobs?" He asked confused.

"He um, didn't make it?" I asked, but it came out more like a statement.

"What do you mean he didn't make it?" He sneered. "You're his protector for a reason. That's why you were hired."

"He told me to go," I said defensively. "He told me to jump out while he stayed to alert the others in the buildings of the bombs."

"Bombs?" He asked puzzled.

"Yes bombs," I said.
And I told him everything that happened, from when we left Bushwick to now.

"Well, thats um- anyways. We need to tell the citizens of Bushwick that they're safe." He said, nonchalantly like nothing ever happened.

"Wait! But sir, what about Sebastian? He could still be alive!" I exclaimed gesticulating, pointing in every direction.

"Well, for now he's counted as dead." With that the man left, going to talk to some people about the announcement I'd be making soon.

1 Week Later...

"This is Heather Smith, here with abc7ny. In just a few moments Jake White, age 18 will be holding a press conference. regarding the recent gang attacks in the area. The press conference will be held at Bat Haus Coworking and Event Space. It will also be broadcasted live for you.

"Breathe," I thought to myself. "You can do it, all the other citizens in there are also supernatural. So even if there was something wrong that was to happen, it would be okay." With that glanced at myself one more time in the mirror and walked over to the podium.

There were a lot of people, using the small amount of confidence I had inside of me I cleared my throat. Stopping all of the talking in the room.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. As you may have heard, I went on this mission with Sebastian Jacobs. You all know who he is right?" There were murmur of agreements scattered around the room. "Your typical perfect student, straight A's, handsome, charming, shy, and all above a great guy in general. Oh and did I mention most powerful supernatural being in all of New York? You're probably questioning why he isn't here today with me. Aren't you? Let me talk for a few more moments before I answer your questions. We were told to go onto a mission, by the local FBI, that would take him and I on a journey allowing him to learn how to correctly use his powers he never knew about. Until about a week ago. We went online the U.S. training with two of the top professionals, for his certain powers. We were attacked the second or third night, by Adam Michaels. Jonathan Pierce, the gang that's been attacking New York's boss, his second in command. He came in and attacked, that's when Sebastian finally learned the full use of his powers. Still with a few errors. He attacked Adam, who we have assumed died. From the height of the hotel window. We went back to New York hours later. Where we finally attacked Jonathan and Sebastian pushed him out of a window. Before he went out the window he told us there were three bombs on each eighty-five floors. That were to go off in three minutes. Sebastian stayed behind to warn others, while he gave me the parachute. There was only one. He told me to go. As soon as I jumped, about half way down the building exploded. Any questions?"