You can't have that particular plot without journalists getting involved so… enjoy!
Confused, part 2 : Stalker
An human-interest story about the world's saviour. That had been his original idea. After all, the secretive young man had saved the world and was instrumental to the Great Reveal of scores of hidden mystical beings. The journalist had assumed this idea would be met with outright refusal. It was the official editorial policy of the conglomerate owning the site that the supernatural was to be covered as negatively as possible. The editor, a barely competent young woman whose belief in catering to the social views of the proprietors had made a rising star, had reacted unexpectedly, twisting his concept into this degrading assignment. She had ordered him to investigate the young hero, as proposed, but only to uncover any compromising informations, whatever the cost.
Initial searches had delivered nothing worthwhile. The young hero's main character flaws were well-publicized. He disrespected most forms of authority, which was amply justified by the well-known tales of his struggles to save others. His darkest aspects might be his irrational anger at the use of a certain 'f' word but popular gratitude had all but banished that word from use in polite society.
That was as far as the reporter had gotten with proper journalism, amounting to almost nothing. Cornered between renouncing the assignment (and his employment), forging some incriminating evidences or stalking his prey like a common paparazzi, he had chosen the latter solution.
A golden opportunity finally presented itself a morning as he was following his target from one shop to another. Both journalist and celebrity were walking in a large outdoor parking lot when the hero stopped to look toward the south-east. Right there in the sky was a green glowing shaped that flew erratically at high speed, dodging lightning-like bolts of energy coming from the ground. It was struck seconds later, its glow dissipating. It crashed in an empty section of the lot.
The news writer watched a phenomenon that was only whispered about, the rumoured transformation of the young champion. His whole attitude, countenance and body language morphed from those of an average looking small-sized dark-haired shy teenager to a dangerous-looking predator. Power literally poured out of him, scorching the asphalt and triggering alarms in nearby cars. After abating his power to less dangerous levels, the teen joined the gathering surrounding the impact site.
In the center of the growing crowd stood three agents from that mysterious governmental agency officially charged with policing the paranormal: the Guys-In-White. They were advancing on the creature they had felled from the sky. The thing now looked like a wounded, crying tomboyish little girl. Large technological rifles were aimed in its direction in a bid to protect the public if it acted monstrously. Just as the brave public defenders were getting close enough to grasp it, they stopped and reoriented their weaponry.
"Get back, citizen." the lone feminine agent commanded authoritatively.
The near-captive and most of the witnesses turned their heads toward the recipient of that order. The dark-haired hero was standing alone, the new center of attention, his stance clearly indicating both readiness and willingness to fight. No one could doubt that he wasn't pleased with the situation and intended to intervene, to protect that thing from its well deserve fate.
The thing in question, still masquerading behind the appearance of a child, surprised everyone by its reaction. It rose to its feet, narrowly evaded a righteous demise and jumped on her newly arrived protector who instinctively catched it.
"Daddy!" was its emotion-filled call.
Even the object of that heartfelt exclamation was shocked but, as befitting his chivalrous personality, he chose to protect the little monster, acquiring a better hold on it while freeing most of his right side.
"Citizen" directed the woman. Either she was really stupid or she had not recognized her interlocutor, because she very poorly chose her next words. "let go of the little freak and get back."
There was a collective gasp at the use of that word. The 'f' word. The dreaded 'f' word had just been used in public, right in front of their saviour. Green flames were already forming in his eyes.
While he was not the most religious and he harbored an healthy (as he liked to think) dislike of the supernatural, the reporter had always respected the beliefs of others, especially after the Great Reveal. That respect inspired him to spare a short prayer for those poor three agents and their souls. They were going to need it. It was about to get ugly. Really, really ugly.