Sam's One Shot Books P2

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I rolled my neck, little cracks of my spine erupting from my spine, making it more flexible. My tattered scarf flapped in the raging wind, as to be expected from Japan's skyscrapers. I scanned the quiet streets of the city, keeping my distance from the edge. I was not to be spotted. A hero saves people without a reason. I felt the blade down my back, my fingers just brushing over the edge. Sharp, smooth... Without any unnecessary nicks or scratches. I felt for the cloth around my eyes, tightening it in the cold, harsh wind. Everything was where it should be. Never turning their back on anyone in need. My work in this city was almost done. I jumped down to the fire escape, finally bounding down all the way to the ground. The food from the trash cans was starting to rot, and there was nothing edible anymore, I could smell it. I would go hungry today. Not putting any innocent lives in unnecessary danger. I scanned the streets for any sign of activity from the so-called heroes. Their deeds poisoned by their need for money canceled out by their greed. There was nothing someone like me could do to earn money. After all, I too wanted to be a hero. But there was no agency that would condone the crimes I've committed, and no one that truly saw from my view. Defeating the villain, and giving the people hope even in the darkest of times. The world would never truly see what I faced that day, never see the horrors I did, believing that my acts were without a reason. It never was. It never will be. My fingers tapped against the lid of the can, doubt creeping into my mind. Was I really doing the right thing? Were my actions really what I wanted to convey? Was I making a mistake? No, there was no going back after I came this far. I rolled my neck again, tiny pops coming this time. There were blood stains on the ground. I've been here before. A hero is someone who faces the true nature of people, makes them bring their best selves out. I bound back up the fire escape silently, back up to the rooftops. I scan the city, finding some hero activity a little bit away from my destination. I start towards it, my feet silently pushing off the rooftops, propelling me forward. I spot the nearest alley, dropping down onto the fire escape, swinging down to the ground, my feet landing silently. I rolled my neck again, my fingers tapping against the palm of my hand. I have to find one of them. This is my mission. My goal. To purify the world of all who call themselves heroes who are not. I pulled out my blade, glinting in the sunlight. That is what a hero should be.

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Word Count: 483 words

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