(IMPORTANT: NO POLITICAL FIGURES OR EVENTS ARE BASED ON REALITY. ANY SIMILARITY IS PURE COINCIDENCE)
The soft glow of dawn slipped in through the half-closed curtains. I don't remember when I fell asleep last night… or if I even turned off the light. I only know my body was thrown on its side, in my underwear, one leg out of the sheet, my hair a disaster, and zero willingness to move a finger.
I try to open one eye. Mistake. Too much light. I close it again.
—God… five more minutes…
But no. I know this game already. If I don't get up now, I'll end up sleeping until noon and then I'll have to rush everything.
With a resigned sigh, I stretch my hand to the edge of the bed and feel around for the small device connected to my laptop.
—Kara… play "Tu Misterioso Alguien"… by Miranda… soft volume.
The little gadget beeps, and the speakers burst into the intro.
I smile, because once it starts… I can't stay still anymore.
I sit up slowly, feeling my muscles complain from last night's training. I run a hand over my face and yawn as music fills the apartment.
I drag my feet to the kitchen. Pick up clothes from the floor. Put a few things in their place. Open the window. And while the kettle heats the water, I hum:
—"Hay alguien en tu vida… que está transformándote…"
I sing softly, just mumbling between my teeth as I look for the mug and the mate cocido teabag. I open one eye and catch my reflection in the microwave door. I look like a disheveled ghost, but hey… I have no one to impress at seven in the morning.
—"Hay alguien nuevo que se apareció… y que tu corazón robó… ya lo sé… ya lo seeé…"
The kettle begins to whistle. I place the teabag in the mug and pour the hot water. The scent wakes me up by about 30%.
While I let it cool on the table, I keep humming as I head to the bathroom:
—"¿Quién es tu nuevo amor? ¿Tu nueva ocupación? ¿Tu misterioso alguien…?"
I wash my face, wet my hair, brush my teeth, throw on pants and a half-wrinkled shirt. I leave the bathroom drying my hands on my pants just as—
Three knocks at the door.
—Who the hell… this early…?
I open it.
Ursula, a girl around seventeen, much younger than her movie counterpart.
She's smiling shyly as always, holding a plate.
—Good morning, Nicolás —she says with that eternal sweetness—. I made cake this morning and thought you might want some.
Her eyes are that strange mix of nerves and kindness. I smile instantly.
—Oh, great, thank you —I say, taking the plate with one hand while gently taking her hand with the other to guide her in—. Come in, come in.
She lets out a soft giggle, surprised, while the song keeps playing in the background.
—You don't understand the lyrics, do you? —I ask as I set the cake on the table.
She shakes her head, amused.
—No… but the melody is pretty.
And that's when the morning silliness, powered by music, hits me. Before I even think about it, I grab her by the waist and spin her gently as I keep singing:
—"¿A quién has ocultado de mí… todo el tiempo para no matarme?…"
Ursula laughs, really letting go now, going with the flow as we mark a simple step in the middle of the apartment.
Her cheeks are pink, and with the music, the dance, the laughter… the apartment suddenly feels alive.
I keep singing, without shame:
—"¿Quién es tu seductor, tu rey y tu peón? ¿Quién ocupó el lugar que siempre ocupé yo?…"
And right then, at the best moment, we hear a cough.
We freeze.
Mr. Ditkovic is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, expression mixing severity with a very, very well-hidden hint of pride.
—Good morning —he says in a stern tone, though one raised eyebrow betrays a suppressed smile—. I see my daughter enjoys… foreign music.
Ursula covers her mouth, mortified. I just smile and say in Spanish:
—Kara, lower the music.
The music lowers instantly. The landlord nods.
Why is he not surprised? I mentioned I'm a programmer working with artificial intelligence.
—Good. Nobody is breaking anything. I'm glad. May I come in?
—Of course, come in —I say, gesturing him inside.
Ursula steps aside with a timid smile as she looks around the apartment.
Mr. Ditkovic walks in with his hands behind his back, scanning the place top to bottom. I know that gesture: "landlord radar inspection mode."
—I see there were no problems these four months —he comments, nose slightly raised but with a touch of satisfaction—. And that you've kept the place in good condition.
—Yeah, everything's been fine —I reply, pulling the teabag out of the mug and pressing it against the rim before tossing it.
Then I grab the sugar jar and add three small spoonfuls. "No one should live without a little sugar in the morning," I think while stirring.
I turn on the TV with my other hand, more out of routine than interest.
—I'm glad to hear that —he adds. He crosses his arms and leans against the table like he's about to conduct a job interview—. This building may be old, but it's not weak. I keep it standing with discipline. Discipline is important. Young people don't understand that.
I smile faintly.
—My father used to say the same thing.
—Your father is a wise man, young one —Mr. Ditkovic nods approvingly.
Ursula chuckles softly at hearing her father talk like a Slavic general preparing troops for war.
Her father shoots her a glare, but then sighs, softening.
—The neighborhood has been quiet lately —he continues—. Less noise, fewer problems. Even the lady on the fourth floor stopped yelling at delivery guys. That's progress.
—Glad to hear it —I say, taking a sip of my hot drink—. And yeah, everything's pretty good. The apartment is comfortable, and the neighbors too.
He nods, satisfied, as if this confirms his theory that he maintains world order.
But then the TV switches to a giant red banner:
BREAKING NEWS — "THE MOST DANGEROUS MAN IN THE WORLD IS STILL AT LARGE"
And there's the logo of the most entertaining news channel on the planet… at least to me.
Jonah Jameson's voice kicks in like a door being kicked open.
"LEGION IS ONCE AGAIN AN INTERNATIONAL THREAT! HOW MUCH LONGER MUST WE TOLERATE THIS UNSUPERVISED ALIEN BEING? NEW FOOTAGE SHOWS—!"
I bring my hand to my face to hide my smile.
Ah, great. Nothing like Jonah greeting me good morning.
Mr. Ditkovic frowns.
—That man yells too much.
—Yeah —I reply—. His wife must use him as an alarm clock with that voice level.
Ursula covers her mouth to avoid laughing, though her eyes flick toward me, seeking a partner in crime. I just take a sip from my mug.
She keeps looking at the TV, but glances at me every few seconds.
Then she breathes in and says:
—Nicolás… why don't you have breakfast with us?
Mr. Ditkovic snaps his head toward her so fast it almost cracks.
—Ursula, he surely has things to do —he says, raising a hand as if trying to stop the idea before it takes flight—. Besides, I don't want to bother him.
I raise an eyebrow. The man who knocks at seven in the morning to remind me of the rent "doesn't want to bother me." Sure.
—No, no —I reply before he continues—. I'd love to. I'm already awake, I already have my drink… and you're already here. The place is small, but breakfast can stretch.
I turn to Ursula and add:
—Did you bring the rest of the cake or did you just come to tempt my breakfast with a couple slices?
Ursula laughs, adorably awkward.
—I brought everything, yes… it's on our table —she says—. I can go get it.
—Perfect. And tell me, tea or coffee?
—Coffee —says Mr. Ditkovic, raising his hand like he's giving a report.
—Tea —answers Ursula immediately.
"Of course, complementary opposites," I think while setting my mug aside and heading to the kitchen.
Ursula leaves to get the cake, and Mr. Ditkovic stands in the middle of the room, staring at the TV and at the mess of my unmade bed like he's evaluating my life choices.
I had forgotten to close the bedroom door this morning, so seeing inside wasn't exactly difficult.
Thankfully, everything related to my other life is stored in a secret compartment hidden in the big cabinet, camouflaged with tech just in case.
My inventions? Far from any curious eyes.
I prepare the coffee and tea while he awkwardly settles into a chair, unsure if this territory is safe for his landlord authority.
I clear some things from the table to make space.
Ursula comes back with a big plate covered with a cloth. When she reveals it, the sweet aroma fills the apartment.
—Freshly made —she says with a shy pride that lights up her face.
We sit at the table, TV still on.
We all bite at the same time.
—Mmm —slips out of me—. This is really good.
Ursula lowers her gaze, happy.
Her father nods sternly, but his expression softens with every bite. He's impressed.
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JONAH:
"Good evening, citizens! I'm J. Jonah Jameson, and once again this channel is the ONLY one brave enough to tell the TRUTH. While other outlets are busy worshipping some masked guy playing hero, here we show you the other side: the chaos."
He lifts a report full of papers.
"Four months. FOUR months in which Legion decided the planet is HIS playground! Let's start with Egypt, where this being intervened during a sandstorm near Luxor. Tourist authorities claimed it was 'a noble act'. NOBLE! Noble to destroy expensive metal structures and archaeological machinery in the process? Bah. But of course, the other channels don't mention THAT."
"Next, Spain. Legion stopped a bank robbery in Madrid. Videos show the criminals literally stuck to walls by some alien green slime. The police declared 'the substance is not toxic'. OF COURSE they said that! What are they supposed to do? Admit they have NO IDEA what that stuff is? Who cleaned it? Who analyzes it? What if it causes side effects? NOTHING! Nobody answers anything!"
He drinks coffee, annoyed.
"In Japan, Legion extinguished a fire in an industrial plant. Authorities praised his speed… but what happens when his fire alien overheats compromised structures? Engineers said part of the building became unusable due to EXCESSIVE HEAT. Who pays for the damages? Certainly not HIM!"
"And the worst part is some European politicians saying 'Legion reflects international cooperation beyond borders.' NONSENSE! Cooperation? This is international meddling! Italy even declared they 'thank his heart.' What's next? Giving him a diplomatic visa? NOBODY KNOWS WHO THIS GUY IS!"
He slams the desk.
"Listen to me carefully: letting an unknown extraterrestrial decide where to intervene is a recipe for disaster! Legion is NOT a world hero! He is a WORLD RISK!"
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—This man needs a vacation —murmurs Ursula as she sips her tea.
—What this man needs is a muzzle —adds Ditkovic, arms crossed.
I try not to spit my te laughing.
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"Let's continue! And now we go to the worst part: the politicians who justify the wandering alien boy."
He lifts a folder with names underlined.
"Let's start with Arthur Mallory, UK's Secretary of National Security. Mallory declared —and I quote—: 'Legion seems to act with good will.' Seems! Key word. SEEMS. And then he added that 'his intervention on the Dover coast showed effectiveness beyond current response capabilities.' You know what that means? That a foreign stranger made all their emergency teams look bad. And Mallory thought that was 'efficient'."
He laughs in disdain.
"Then we have Emilia Hart from the United States, the brand-new chair of the Global Risk Committee. She said: 'Legion represents a modern dilemma: power that helps but answers to no oversight.' FINALLY someone says something sane! But of course, the media only quoted the part about him 'helping'. Not the part where she mentions the total lack of supervision."
He flips a page.
"And in Germany, Defense Minister Gregor Steiner basically threw roses at him: 'If all countries had such committed young people, the world would be safer.' Really, Steiner? What message is that? That all teenagers should have access to alien military tech? Is this extraterrestrial even a teenager?"
He leans toward the camera.
"All this proves what I've been saying: Legion is creating an international political divide! Some defend him thoughtlessly. Others criticize but don't act. And meanwhile? He does whatever he wants, wherever he wants, while nobody does anything. You know what I think?"
He reclines, then jumps back toward the camera:
"I think this being is trying to make us lower our guard, then break the planet's defenses, so an alien empire can take over the Earth, and then use the women to expand—"
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Suddenly—click. The channel changes.
I look up just in time to see Ursula holding the remote.
Her father and I stare at her, equally confused.
—And that? —I ask.
She huffs.
—Even I have a limit for what I can listen to. And Jonah passed it a long time ago.
Her father nods calmly, backing her up like a veteran of the war on loud television hosts.
—I understand. Although… honestly, that boy, Legion… ever since he appeared he's done nothing but help. I even met him once and he offered me a handshake. Very polite.
I freeze mid-bite. Ursula nearly jumps from her seat.
—WHAT!? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN AND WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME!?
Mr. Ditkovic looks at her proudly, chin raised like he just revealed a heroic feat.
I just lift an eyebrow and return to my cake, trying not to smile too much.
Because I know, with absolute certainty, that never happened.
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CHANNEL 2 – NNC
Anchorwoman:
"Good evening. Tonight we continue our special coverage of Legion's global activity, the young superhero whose presence has generated mixed reactions among authorities and citizens."
"In Canada, Legion intervened when a bridge near Vancouver gave way under a tanker truck. Witnesses say he used a transformation of considerable strength to hold the bridge for almost two minutes, allowing vehicles to evacuate. The Canadian Ministry of Transport stated that 'the intervention prevented casualties,' though they added they would prefer 'proper protocol coordination.' A clear message: appreciation, with reservations."
"In Brazil, Legion was seen assisting in a Rio de Janeiro favela affected by heavy rainfall. Videos show him distributing food and transporting medicine. Local officials praised his empathy but warned that 'foreign individuals without authorization may complicate logistics.' No harsh criticism, but concerns about lack of prior notice."
"In South Africa, the situation was more tense. Legion intervened in an armed attack on civilians in a rural zone, neutralizing the aggressors with no fatalities. However, the Ministry of Defense affirmed that this 'violated sovereignty protocols.' Some political parties called it a 'dangerous intrusion,' while others defended him, stating he 'saved lives local forces couldn't reach in time.'"
The anchor maintains neutrality.
"Experts remain divided. Humanitarian groups highlight Legion's speed and reach, while analysts stress the need to discuss responsibility, legality, and limits to foreign intervention."
"The general consensus is that his unpredictable pattern of action, without specific regions or schedules, continues to generate both support and concern."
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As we keep watching, Ursula leans toward her father, frowning.
—But… I don't get it —she says—. Why are so many people complaining about Legion if he only helps?
Mr. Ditkovic takes a slow sip of coffee, like he needs time to assemble the words. He places the cup down carefully, as if the topic deserves it.
—Look, dear… the world is more tangled than it seems. There are laws, borders, interests… invisible things people don't see, but they're there, deciding how we live —he begins—. Every country has its own way of thinking, its way of doing things, and many times those ways clash. It's a puzzle where nobody has the full picture.
Ursula listens closely. I keep stirring my drink, but I'm listening too.
—And then Legion appears —he continues—. A guy who doesn't belong to anyone, who doesn't answer to any government or institution. And who seems… —he gestures— uncontrollable. Not because he's bad, but because he's free. Completely free.
—And that's bad? —she asks.
Mr. Ditkovic smiles faintly, with that mix of patience and tired wisdom.
—For you, for me, for anyone who just wants a peaceful life… no —he says—. But for the ones at the top… yes. Because they need to feel everything's under control. That they can decide the direction of things. And when someone appears whom they can't manage, even if they do good… it scares them. Because it reminds them not everything depends on them.
He pauses. Looks at her, not the screen.
—Power has always feared freedom —he adds, softly, almost like a truth that escapes by accident—. And sometimes, people do too.
Ursula lowers her gaze, thoughtful. I bite into another piece of cake, raising an eyebrow with both admiration and amusement.
The old man knows more than he lets on. And he says it with a clarity that hits.
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"Now, official statements from global leaders regarding Legion's recent actions."
"In South Africa, after the Mpumalanga incident, President Dawson K. Mbele held a press conference: 'We appreciate any action that protects our citizens. But South Africa must maintain control of its own territory. Even positive uncoordinated interventions can create future tensions.' The Presidential Office confirmed no action will be taken against him, but they will seek international dialogue."
"In India, Minister of Rescue and Climate Response Anaya Pradham spoke after the evacuation of a school: 'Legion saved lives. That's undeniable. But we must recognize this raises the debate of responsibility. No individual should feel obligated to carry the world's weight. Our priority is strengthening our own rescue forces.'"
"In Brazil, after his humanitarian efforts in Rio, Governor Lucas Peralta stated: 'Legion's help was welcome and necessary given the circumstances. However, we hope to establish protocols for future emergencies where his participation can be integrated safely and legally.'"
The anchor flips papers.
"Political analysts highlight that no major power has taken an extreme stance, but there is consensus that Legion's presence forces diplomatic discussions on superpowered individuals acting abroad."
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Mr. Ditkovic leans forward to grab the remote. I barely finish swallowing before the screen changes.
—Alright, enough heaviness —he says—. I prefer that new news channel… the one with the young guy who gets excited about superheroes. I like him.
The news flips to a young host practically bouncing with excitement as he shows blurry footage of some hero flying between buildings. Ursula blinks at the sudden shift, I hide a smile behind my mug.
—That boy reminds me of my older brother —Ditkovic goes on, settling back—. How excited he used to get! Once he swore he spoke with Captain America. Swore he told him 'good job, soldier.' —He laughs, shaking his head—. I think it was all made up, but that was him… always living in his own movie.
Ursula smiles, charmed.
—You never told me that about Uncle, dad —she says.
—I'm telling you now —he replies, puffing up a little as if it were a family legacy.
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HEROIC VOICE TV (VHTV)
Host:
"Good evening, defenders of hope! Here at Heroic Voice we celebrate those who do good just because… and Legion keeps proving that one hero can change the world."
"Let's start in India, where a landslide threatened to destroy a rural school in Dharamshala. Legion used at least three different transformations: one to halt the mudslide, one to create an improvised crystal barrier, and another to rescue trapped children. Over 200 people were saved. 'I don't know who he was, but he was an angel,' said the school principal."
"In Australia, Legion worked hand-in-hand with forest brigades during a massive fire in Queensland. Videos show him using his speed to transport equipment, then forming a firebreak with one of his alien creatures. Firefighters declared: 'If not for him, we'd have lost three entire communities.'"
"And in Mexico, the simplest but most human story: Legion helped an elderly woman cross a freeway when a pedestrian bridge collapsed from lack of maintenance. The woman said she 'didn't know he was a superhero until you told me.' That video passed 20 million views."
The host smiles, emotional.
"And although some governments worry about jurisdiction, although some channels say he's 'unregulated'… thousands of ordinary people are alive today because of him. Legion does not ask permission to save lives. He just acts."
"In times full of problems and short on volunteers… I know which side I'm on. And you do too."
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I finish my te in one gulp, now lukewarm but still sweet. I set the mug aside and wipe my mouth with a napkin when Ursula clears her throat.
—And what do you think about Legion and… the other heroes?
The TV keeps playing. Spider-Man swinging between buildings, Jewel lifting a crushed car, a small man with metal claws, a beautiful dark-skinned woman stopping mutants attacking civilians… and then me. Or better said, Legion. Changing form, a red giant, a man of fire, whatever's needed.
I take a second. Not to think… but to make sure my face shows nothing.
—I'm in favor —I say, resting my elbows on the table—. A person who risks their life to help others is admirable. Hero or not.
I feel the Ditkovics' eyes on me. I continue calmly:
—Spider-Man, Jewel, Daredevil… all of them. I also understand what Jonah and others say. And in part, they're right.
Ursula raises her eyebrows, surprised.
—Really?
I nod slowly, rotating the empty mug between my fingers as if it helps me think.
—Nobody knows who they are. If something goes wrong, if they make a mistake, if they get out of control… who do you demand answers from? Who takes responsibility? Having power and no face behind it… is scary. It's normal.
Mr. Ditkovic listens, sipping his coffee.
I continue:
—But there's something Jonah and the critics forget. These heroes also have real lives. Outside the suit. They have family, friends, people they love. And if they reveal who they are, enemies —people with powers, resources, or enough madness— could go straight for them. Or worse… institutions could use their loved ones to force them to obey.
I lean back, looking at the TV. The images keep passing, full of colors, suits and masks… and among them, me, becoming something I'm still processing.
—This is only the beginning —I say softly—. The start of an era of superheroes. People who stand against evil because it's the right thing to do. And that will always bother those who want total control… but in time, we'll find balance.
Ursula looks at me like she didn't expect that from me. Mr. Ditkovic nods, slow, almost proud of what I just said.
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"Let's move on to today's inspiring voices around the world… yes, they still exist.And several leaders have publicly thanked Legion for his actions."
"We begin in New Zealand, where Prime Minister Mara Te Aroha commented on the evacuation of an entire village during a flood:
'Legion acted with a speed our teams simply couldn't match. We're grateful, and open to collaborating with him in future emergencies. Sometimes, help really does arrive from the stars.'
Beautiful statement, I must say."
"In Mexico, the mayor of Puebla, Rodrigo Santillán, spoke about the multiple rescues during a landslide:
'Legion didn't just move rocks. He moved hope. We're not interested in discussing his origin or his legal standing. When lives are at risk, anyone who helps is a hero.'"
"And in Australia, the Minister of the Environment, Isabella Clarke, said:
'Legion saved thousands of hectares of forest and prevented the flames from reaching residential areas. We have nothing but gratitude.'"
The host smiles, almost proudly.
"And to close, some words from Canada's president, Malcolm Duvall, about the bridge saved in Vancouver:
'The world is changing. And if these changes come with people like Legion, then we must adapt, not resist.'"
The young host nods with excitement.
"There you have it! The world isn't just watching him act—it's recognizing him.And here at Heroic Voice, we'll keep celebrating every life saved."
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While I wash the cups next to Úrsula, I listen to the news in the background—heroes, laws, mixed opinions… the same symphony as always.
Úrsula's father left a few minutes ago, saying he had to "remind certain tenants that rent doesn't pay itself."His voice echoed down the hallway as he walked away.
Úrsula rinses a plate and hands it to me. I dry it with a slightly worn dish towel. Soap drips into the sink, and the sound of the water mixed with the TV makes the apartment feel… alive. I'm not used to it.
"Thanks, Nicolás," she says with a shy smile as she sets the last utensil aside."Normally it's just Dad and me for breakfast. Having someone else here feels nice. Especially when it's not to talk about… you know, about 'rent.'"
She laughs lightly, like the joke slipped out by itself. It's contagious.
"Well," I say, setting the towel down, "I can't promise every morning, but if the occasion comes up… I'd be happy to join you two.Mmm… especially if there's more of that cake you make."
Red. Instantly red.I manage to make her look away for a moment, smiling nervously.
"I… well… I'll see what I can do," she replies. "But I'll hold you to that."
She nods quickly, picks up the plate with the leftover cake, and heads to the door.Before leaving, she gives me a small smile.
"See you, Nicolás. Have a good day."
"You too, Úrsula."
She closes the door gently.The apartment goes quiet except for the news.I look at the screen for a moment longer: Legion helping in Japan, Legion stopping a landslide in Bogotá, Legion in Greenland, Legion here and there… like an impossible-to-catch ghost.
I sigh and turn off the TV.
I walk to my room, finish stretching the sheets—always wrinkled, I don't know how I manage that—and open my wardrobe. At first glance it looks normal: simple clothes, cheap shirts, two pairs of pants I switch between so I don't look homeless.But at the back, there's a hidden panel. I run my fingers along the edges, trigger the seven mechanisms in the correct order: click, click… clack.
The back of the wardrobe folds open like a collapsing cube, revealing the bluish light of the portal as a protective field spreads through the room—both to contain the energy and to keep anyone from noticing if they happen to glance through the window.
That familiar hum sends a shiver through me.
I step in without hesitation.
In a blink, I'm in my secret base: a massive abandoned facility on the coast of an island in the Pacific. Concrete walls, rusted beams, the distant echo of waves smashing against the rocks. And among all that… my projects.
My tools.My experiments.My failures.My future.
The sentinel sits half-assembled in the back, with huge components suspended by systems I improvised using alien tech. It still needs a lot, but I can already imagine it finished.
I turn on the lights.
I grab my new armor—or the closest thing I have to one: reinforced, upgraded, more comfortable than the previous version. Then I pick up my helmet and slide it on. Instantly, a virtual HUD lights up, showing points of interest and active problem zones.
I walk toward the massive metal tunnel that opens to the outside.The cold coastal breeze rushes in, swaying my shirt.I smell salt, humidity… and freedom.
I check the watch on my wrist.
"You know what time it is?" I say to no one, while the sound of the waves answers for me.
"It's hero time," I mutter.
I feel energy surge through me as I activate the Omnitrix.A blue flash.My bones shift, muscles tighten, skin hardens and sharpens—XLR8, fully transformed.
Without wasting a single second, I shoot out into the open air, breaking the wind, leaving behind the cave, the island, and every lingering doubt.
The world always needs help.
And I… will go wherever I'm needed.
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GOOD, GOOD! WITH THIS I'VE ALREADY DONE WHAT I NEEDED TO DO. IN FACT, I COULD EVEN MAKE TWO CHAPTERS OUT OF THIS ONE; I REALLY WENT OVERBOARD — 5000 WORDS, PHEW.
WELL, IN THE NEXT CHAPTERS WE'LL KEEP THINGS RELATIVELY CALM, WITH ENCOUNTERS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS, OTHER POINTS OF VIEW, A UNITED NATIONS MEETING — I'LL PROBABLY INCLUDE THAT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.
LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. VERY SOON WE'LL SEE A LONG-AWAITED MEETING BETWEEN TWO SUPERHEROES, WHERE THEY'LL SHARE OPINIONS AND DEBATE ABOUT CERTAIN THINGS. HOW INTERESTING.
I APPRECIATE YOUR COMMENTS AND SUPPORT. THIS IS A LITTLE HOBBY THAT I'M GROWING FOND OF THANKS TO YOU.
A LITTLE KISS, AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES :)