It's been a week since I joined high school. I kinda forgot about that girl who still needs to repay me for saving her life. But, after a bit of stalking I did learn that her name is Ashley. Anyways, I've been more focused on learning. Though, it is pretty difficult to be honest. Paying attention is so hard, but I did find something pretty cool about this school. There's this thing called football, it's pretty damn fun.
Today, gunshots echoed through the hallway. The teacher immediately rushed to the door. but the shooter was already there and whacked the teacher across the face with the rifle. The teacher was on the floor, knocked out cold and all the students in the room were crying and screaming. I don't understand why they have to be so loud though, it's not even that big of a deal.
I stared at the shooter with a blank face and I was starting to get irritated with all the damn screams and cries. The shooter looked at me and tilted his head.
"The fuck's up with you, huh? You think you're tough looking all calm during all this!? HUH!? DO YOU!?", The shooter yelled at me, I don't know why he's so mad. I'm already in a bad mood and now he's making it worse.
The shooter stomped toward me and aimed the rifle at my face, giving me a pissed-off look.
I looked back at him and raised both my eyebrows. That was my only reaction.
Does he expect me to piss myself? Like, the fuck?
"You know what, you little shit!"
I sighed and shook my head. Before he could even process it, I grabbed him by the throat and yanked the rifle from his hands.
"You're just another one of those evil humans, aren't you?" I said dryly, waving the gun around.
I looked down at it, then back at him. I could tell he was struggling to breathe. I honestly couldn't care less.
"Why do you even need this?" I shook my head in disappointment. "Are you really that weak?"
I wanted to bite his face off. The urge burned in my chest. But I couldn't reveal myself—not yet.
I punched him once, holding back.
His body dropped instantly. Blood ran down his nose as I tossed him aside and stepped away.
I could feel everyone staring.
"What?"
No one answered.
"Woah..." one of the guys from my football team whispered.
"Ben... how can you be so brave?" a girl asked.
Jeffery glanced at the unconscious teacher on the floor.
"We need to call an ambulance," he said. "What if the principal's already dead?"
I stared at him.
"Yeah. Good idea," I said casually.
Thirty minutes later, the police and ambulances arrived. Officers led us outside in groups. I watched my classmates run to their parents, crying, clinging to them like they'd almost died or something. Ashley stood a few feet away, alone. Waiting. I walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder.
She flinched hard before looking up at me.I never noticed how short she was. She barely reached my chin.
"Yeah... Ben?", Her voice shook. "Are you okay?"I asked."Where are your parents?"
She stared at me for a moment, then her expression hardened.
"Why do you care?" she said sharply. "My mom's busy. My dad—"
She stopped herself.
"Just... go. Please."
I blinked. Interesting. Humans really are ungrateful. I didn't care about her parents. I didn't care about her feelings. I just needed her alive for my repayment. And by the looks of it... everyone here owes me too.
I huff before walking away. Next time I'll make sure to never check on the people I save again.
TWO WEEKS LATER...
I've been questioned by the news and by students, "how can you be so brave?", "Were you even scared?", "who trained you!?"
The answer I ever gave them was...
"My goal is to become a hero, what happened that day was the first—unintentional, step"
And that's all they have to know.
There's this video on the internet, of when I first came to earth and landed on the beach. I only know this because of the news. There's multiple videos and angles of my arrival, which has proven it wasn't video editing and wasn't a team effort either.
It didn't matter. I've already seen what the authorities are capable of. It was disappointing, honestly.
stand on the edge of the roof of the liquor store in broad daylight. People look up at me and stare in shock.
"It's that alien on the news!" One of the female humans shouts.
"Don't worry everybody, I'm here to save all of you, not conquer earth! I pinky promise, crosses don't count." I said with a wide grin "my name is Blackpool. I'm from the center of the universe and crashed down here after one of the universes exploded."
I look down at them and they all just seem more amazed than scared, which is good. Why would I want to scare the people I save? Wouldn't be very heroic of me, wouldn't it.
I use my cosmic blast to fly into the sky. As I hover through the air I spot multiple cars pull up to a bank, I drop down on the roof of a building across the street from the bank. Guys walk into the bank with a mask on and guns.
"Everyone get on the floor right now!" One of the bank robbers shouted before shooting the ceiling to prove the shotgun was loaded. His buddies force the bank tellers to give the all the money. At first, the bank teller gives the robber bait money, the robber wasn't too stupid nor too scared and backhanded her across the face.
"You think I'm a fucking idiot?! Where's the real money, bitch! Don't be stupid! Do you want me to shoot you in the fucking face?! hm!? DO YOU!?" He snapped.
I watch from the window, this is evil.
Somebody has to stop them, someone who's capable and brave enough to do so. Someone like me. For years, the authorities failed to give the people real safety. They could never achieve real heroism.
I sneak into the bank, and close the door gently and back into the corner.
I stare at the robber guarding the entrance. Humanity shouldn't have to feel fear towards the people who are supposed to keep them safe.
I'll show them what real heroism is.
I lunge at the robber's back and dig my claws into him, ripping him open. He gargles while screaming, blood choking his voice. The other robbers stare for half a second—then scream and fire instinctively. The bullets crumble against my skin and scatter across the floor. The innocent humans scream at the sound.
I leap at another and bite his face off. I glare at the next robber—the one who just shot me—and drag my claws up his throat, lifting him off the ground before kicking him into the wall. I hear the civilians crying. Some clutch each other and mumble prayers. Weird humans.
The robber near the bank teller freezes, horror locking him in place.
"What—wait—WAIT!!" he begs as I smash through the counter.
"Stay back! HEY! I SAID STAY BACK! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!" he screams, panic cracking his voice.
I grab his wrist and snap it downward, bone jutting through skin. He howls. I clamp a hand over his mouth, forcing his jaw shut until it cracks.
"I'm BlackPool," I say calmly. "The savior of humanity."
Then I throw him into the ceiling.
"See ya!" I waved at the people inside the bank before walking out. I did a good deed today, now they all owe me something. That's how being a hero works!