Save The Hero

Save The Hero

A Story by Millie

AVIA

Force-field. 
               Suck the air out of it. 
                                            Sedate myself.

   Falling through back into the water, I became slowly immersed. Taps seemed to drift out of sight. Delusion. Am I dead yet? 

   I could hear a commotion through the water that covered every inch of my body. Rushing back to surface I felt an increasing pressure on my arms. I breathed deeply, breathing, breathing, breathing, breathing, breathing, breathing. NO, stop. "Avia" he breathed. 
  
 Looking up I could place his face to a name. "Wh-wh-who are you" I stuttered out. He helped me out of the over flowing bath. "Stanley, Stanley Weeks"
"Do I know you?" a towel was wrapped round my body. 
"Um, no, but you saved me from the nuclear waste leak on S.S. Samantha" He explained as he drained my bath and sat me down. 
"Civilians aren't meant to know let alone the crew"
He stood up straight, "They made a special exception"

  As I sat my eyes wondered around the room. It felt as if I was a new, strange, unfamiliar place. He boiled the kettle and fetched me clothing. I began muttering, "There's always someone their to rescue, to lean on, to save you. But who's their to save the hero? To save me?" Taking the tea off of him I just store at it. I thought, I don't like tea. Why would he make me tea? 
  
  "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner."
"Why's that?" 
"Well, what I walked in on" 
"I'm a logical person Mr Weeks I was in control of what I was doing" I placed the tea on the mat which rested on the glass table. He looked at me, ready to challenge my every word. "Logical, I have no doubt. How you performed on the other hand, was not."
I sat back in my seat, "How not?"
He leaned forward, " Your the only person in the world who can make death look like natural causes, you should of used hat method." 
Looking forward I met his gaze, "That's also called taking the easy way out." 

  I made myself comfortable in my seat. Which is becoming an increaslingly difficult task through dripping hair and damp clothing. "Why are you here?" 
"Avia. We need someone like you. To save us, to-".
I gestured to him to stop. "I'll put a pause to that. You all are too dependent on me. I don't want to save you any more." He sat there his face seemingly turned to stone. 
"If you won't save us who will?" 
I stood up, "Go protest to your little Government. Over half of the disasters in this world are caused by them. Sort them out, Millions will be saved." 
"You can't honestly believe that." I shot him a simply look. By that he knew my seriousness. 

   We stood across from each other with not one word uttered. "We need to fend off the Government then" He spoke with such ease it sounded casual. I stood there examining him, was her serious? " I think you need to sit down" A simple flick of the wrist I pulled the chair down, and with a pat I forced him down.
 
  "One thing you need to understand is you don't just fend off the Government. Two. As far as you and I are concerned they control everything, everyone, each move you make. You know what, whether this is plausible or not both of us are too high up in their radar to do anything"
"Then let's lower ourselves" he urged.
"Easier said than done" I warned, "If it was that easy I wouldn't of done it years ago."

"Now" I said with contrasting ease to my welling emotions, "I think you ought to leave my home, before I take you to prison for breaking and entering". Now stood by the open door awaiting for him to leave. 
"I'll be back, this isn't over. Not till people are safe." 
"No one. Is ever safe." I slammed the door shut on the disillusioned man. 



STANLEY

Breathe to speak. 
                        Door in face. 
                                          Walk away. 

This isn't over, I've seen the horrors of this world first hand. If what she says is true and the Government caused that incident on board the S.S Samantha, I won't have it until they're stopped. 

Once I'd reached my home I immediately begun research. Research which was key if I were to find any proof of her claims. Research which will also be key on getting Avia to help me.  

© 2012 Millie


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I like it, its pretty good! Good job at keeping my interest in it. I am impressed :)

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