A/N: Greetings Everyone! Before I start, to all my Colosseumshippingfans, I am fully aware that I am no way near completing A Hero's Job is Never Done. I've been so busy and is currently experiencing a Writer's Block, but I will get back to it in due time. The same is for my Fateful Journey, Manifesting Love saga for my Advanceshipping fans. This story has been nagging at me for several months now and I can't brush it off any longer.

So without further ado, I present The Story of a True Hero.

1987

The fluorescent full moon shone brightly against the ebony sky. The luminosity of the full moon obscured many other objects that were otherwise visible in the sky except for the stars which were flickering so beautifully. On such a clear, beautiful night, most residents would find this an awe-inspiring sight. The full moon along with the dancing stars was simply spectacular. It gave a peace, tranquil feel that was highlighted by the cool soft breeze.

There was one individual, however, that was not admiring at the night sky. He didn't care that the stars were dancing, or about the moon's soft mellow radiance. His only concern was getting his broken carry-on baggage unto his rusted old pickup truck.

He grunted in frustration as he heard his woman sobbing heavily behind him.

"You can't leave. You jest can't."

The man ignored her as he tiredly continued loading his luggage unto his truck.

"I didn't spend eight years workin' at the mill fo' you to walk out and abandon me. You'se said we was in dis together and…"

"Dammit, Millicent, will you stop that whining?! I about had enough of you and that annoying big mouth of yours."

Shakily, she held her stomach. "You can't up and leave us. What we gone do without you?"

"Look, I can't stay here, Millicent. I'm tired of scratching to survive in this deadbeat town. There's a life out there for me and I'm gonna have me a hunk of it. With or without you."

Millicent shook her head. Tears stained her face as she looked at the man she thought she loved. "You can't leave us here. Me and your baby have no way of supporting ourselves. We can barely keep up with the mortgage as is. I need you, honey. Wes need you."

"I told you I don't have any money to be feeding that bloodsucker!" he said angrily. "If I knew you were pregnant this whole way before I would've called the midwife to cut that bastard out of your stomach, and done it myself if I couldn't afford one."

Stunned by his words, she held her heart. "Darling, dis is your baby U'm talking about." She was trying to look in his eyes; trying to see if the man that courted her was anywhere to be found.

He slammed the trunk down and started for the front of his vehicle. She followed him.

"Wes is our responsibility. We brought him into this world and we can't leave him to fend for hisself. I didn't want no children before, I admit. But now I do 'cause I love you and we made dis baby. Don't you want your baby boy?"

He looked her dead in the eye. "Hell no!"

Gawking at him, she drew in her breathe.

"Tell me something, Millicent," he said coolly, "How do you know the boy's even mine?"

"Darling, I didn't lay up wit anybody but you."

"I don't know that for sure."

A wounded pitiful cry erupted from her throat. "Wes is the spitting image a you. He got your everything, from your hair to your feet. Only thing he got from me is my eyes."

"That don't mean shit. Many folks here look the same."

Millicent's cry deepened.

"Go ahead and cry. I don't care. Cry me river if you want."

Millicent started gasping for air as her cries chocked her.

The man gave a loud, exasperated sigh before placing his hands firmly on her shoulders.

"Listen, Millicent. I got hopes and I got dreams. I got a vision. I can make it big out there in the city. Job opportunities are everywhere there! I can't stay here! I can't live my life not being able to make ends meet. I want to live, not survive. This place I'm going is it, Millicent. We can be so good. So wealthy. So much better off away from here. Come with me."

"What about Wes?"

His eyes hardened. "Good riddance."

"U'm not leavin' my son."

He let her shoulders go. "Then good riddance to you too."

Millicent looked hard at the man before her. She saw in his eyes that he wasn't fooling. Nothing about him said that he was fooling. There was no bend in his back. He held himself tall and erect, high above her, his jaw tight, his lips frozen in a sneer.

"Honey, I was pure; a virgin when you married me. You know that. Wes is yours."

"I'm not with you all day. Far as I know you could lay up with someone else besides me."

Tears continued to flow from her eyes. "God is gone punish you for denying your own."

He slapped her—hard—slapping her head back, stunning her into silence. He then grabbed her around her neck.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that, you hear me? Talk against me one more time woman, and I'll put you six feet under." he said, pushing himself off of her body.

She grunted painfully. She watched him head to his truck. Hurtful tears washed over her face.

"You can't leave us." She called throatily.

"Then come. I already gave you my options." He stood with the door opened on the driver's side.

"U'm not leavin' my son no matter what."

"Then good riddance to you both. You're just a dumb country girl anyhow." he said, slamming the door and putting the key in the ignition. After a few minutes, the rusty old car came alive. It roared as it headed down the dirt path.

Millicent watched him until he went out of sight. She held her heart.

There was a small murmuring sound to her right. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her little baby boy sitting on the ground, his pacifier on the ground in the dirt.

She sighed.

"Oh, Lord. What am I gone do with you?"

A/N: Short, I know. But this was just an introduction. I must bring attention again that this story is not for kiddies. It is rated M for a reason. There is child abuse and disturbing images later on down the road. I will inform you ahead of time when it will take place in case you don't want to see the gorchy details. It's not going to be anything at all like Chainsaw Massacre or anything like that, but I will not hold back. I am only saying this now in case you want to turn back from reading, but for right now, main thing going on is language. That's it. I don't want to scare anybody away; I'm just trying to be honest. This is going to be my view of Wes from childhood, to Team Snagem member, to Orre's hailed heroic hero.