The series Heroes is owned by Tim Kring. The characters here are of my creation
Heroes: The Golem
41 kilometers southwest of Moscow Russia
January 11th, 2001
8: 50 PM
"Do you really think it will come?"
"Almost positive. It was definitely identified to be heading this way, and it almost never changes paths."
As my comrades bantered on I focused on the task at hand. The stories were completely blown out of proportion, a monster terrorizing small Russian towns. It's just some guy, probably an arsonist or a bomb lover. Who cares? These stories have increased the amount we will get when we kill him. I'm not looking for revenge or a reason to kill, I'm just a bounty hunter trying to make a living.
"Someone's coming!"
I raised my rifle and looked through the scope. It took a few moments before I could make out the figure heading towards us.
"Stand down," I ordered, "it's just a woman."
Her movements were awkward and she soon tripped and fell. It was a few seconds before I realized she wasn't getting up. I signaled my men to drive the Jeep over to her. When we arrived and got out and knelt down, bringing my ear closer to the body.
"Food…" she said weakly, "water…"
I gently turned her over, laying her head in my lap. She was strikingly beautiful, but now was not the time to think of such things. I unscrewed the top off my canteen and gently poured it's contents into her mouth. I'm no good-samaritan, but I'm not about to let a person just die.
"Thank you…" she moaned.
I gave her a piece of bread which she was able to eat by her own power. After a few moments she stood up.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked.
"I'm traveling.
"You don't seem very well prepared for it."
She shot me a death glare. This woman could handle herself, it seemed.
"And what are you doing out here?" she asked.
"We're hunting the Golem," one of my teammates blurted out.
The girl paused for a moment, and then calmly strolled over to the Jeep. She placed her hand on the hood.
"I see. The look no further, for here I am."
In an instant her skin and hair took on the shiny grey veneer of metal. With one quick punch she sent the vehicle tumbling on its side.
This is impossible.
I raised my rifle and fired, the bullets harmlessly bouncing off as the force sent her staggering forward. I fired until the magazine had been emptied and she turned toward me, shooting daggers at me with her silver eyes. I dropped the weapon and reached for my pistol, but I was knocked down by what felt like a freight train hitting my head. My vision blurred as I hit the ground I made one last attempt for my grenades when I was hauled up by my shirt. I saw a figure raise it's first just before slamming it into my face…
…The gentle warmth of the sun awoke me. My eyes slowly adjusted.
Was it all a dream?
Suddenly I was hit with an enormous headache. Upon further inspection I found that my nose was fractured. As I managed to sit up I noticed the massive dent in the Jeep, which was resting on its side. I woke my comrades and it didn't take long for us to realize all our rations were stolen.
Maybe it's time I retire…