"I always wanted to be a hero. . .but I was blind to how much it would cost. When you're the hero. . .every villan comes to get you specifically."
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I wake up to heavy rain outside. I look out my window, it's still dark. The rain smears across my window, and it's so thick I can barely see past three feet. The oil lamps outside look like yellow orbs.
Lightning sparks closeby, a clear fork of electrfiying light. Thunder soon shakes my house. Flashes of light go on and off, but a noise draws me out of my bed.
I ruffle my blond hair and get out of my bed. I turn the knob on my door slowly, and with the set pace, my door creaks open.
The wood floors under me groan and the wind hisses outside. I stop at the stairs that lead to the first floor. Someone is talking.
Curiosity drags me further until I am walking to the ground floor. I stop in the middle of the staircase to listen.
"Sergeant, of course I mean you no harm, but surely there is another way." the voice belonged to my dad.
"The fourth world war has started and as much as we tried not to get involved, here we are. It is according to law that, since your son is now fifteen, he must fight in the war."
"You can't take my son away from me."
"Oh but watch me." I could picture the Sergeant smile cunningly in my mind. "I am sorry, but this is the way it must be."
"No, you can't!" My dad yelled. I curled myself up into a ball, arms wrapped tightly around my legs. I figured it was only a matter of time before the Sergeant took me. Tears streamed down my face and wiped them off with my sleeves.
"Your son will be taken. There is nothing you can do about that. He will fight since you cannot."
"I-I'll fight!" My dad argued. "I'll do whatever it takes."
"Christopher, you're immoble, you can't move if a robot doesn't move you. Now stand aside."
My heart was beating faster. I would be taken away from my home, my friends, my state. . .my only family.
"No," I could here my dad sobbing now. "No, please, I'm begging you!"
The Sergeant had no taste for mercy, but I had strong tastes, I had tastes that would lead me out of this hellhole. I had a taste for freedom.
Darting upstairs as quietly as I could, I opened my window, looked behind me once to see the sillouette of the Sergeant in the light sprint to get me. But I had made up my mind.
"Catch me if you can!" I screamed, and I felt his hand grab for my sleeve as I toppled toward the ground.
I barely made it.
But nonetheless,
I was free.
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