Hero
By: Megami*Silence
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em
AN: First off, I LOVE Spider Man!!! After I saw the movie, I downloaded the music. This is based on the song Hero by Chad Kroeger and the dude from Saliva (not good with names). Anyways, I can't believe that girl I'm using was the one I'm using -_-;; because I'm not that fond of her, but I guess there's a beginning for everything. So sit back and relax, everyone loves your neighborhood friendly Spider Man. *_~ (-_-;; - don't know why I said that, way too into Spider Man...)
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"Shh baby, it's alright. Just keep quiet, and we'll be fine. Ok?" her mother asked, she nodded vigorously, not knowing what was going on, thinking it was another one of daddy's tricks. More so because her father wasn't there. She looked around, her long blond hair falling out of its loose ponytail. But her father hadn't come back, she only heard a faint sound of something that reminded her of her daddy hammering nails into wood. It happened more than once as well. Her mother shut her eyes really tight, and kept her mouth silent with her hand. She really didn't know what to think. She had no idea of what was going on.
They were under a desk. They sat there for what seemed to be an eternity, and she was getting bored, she wanted her daddy to find her, and stop the endless game. She jumped, when she heard a loud scream outside of the window, above the desk. Something was happening to someone other than her own family. This was starting to make her feel scared. Something wasn't right. She could tell. "You'll be a great policewoman when you're older.", her father used to say. She had the best senses, anybody could want, and her instincts were top notch. She always amazed her parents with what she could tell right off the bat.
Another scream sounded, this one masculine. The voice screamed, "Sarah!!", like the man was pleading for something. This confused her a bunch. She smelled trouble.
A round of gunfire was heard, and everything else was silent. She started to shake, uncontrollably. She was so frightened, nothing could ply her off of her mother now. Suddenly, loud footsteps were heard descending the stairs, and a voice that said, "Lets check out there first and then the back. C' mon!". Now she was really frightened, what were strange people doing in her house?
She felt herself being pulled away from her mother, and her chin was raised by her mother, to look into her eyes. Her mother had that serious look in her crystal blue eyes. A look that told her she better listen, and listen good. She obeyed by sitting up, and giving her undivided attention towards her mother, ignoring all the screaming and noise in the background.
"I know you don't want to leave me, honey, and I don't want to leave you either, but I have to try something to keep those hooligans from getting in here," she whispered, sternly, "I need you to be very, very brave and strong. I don't mean just now. I mean all the time. You're smart, and capable of being something great. Don't let these silly emotions, that you'll feel, hurt you. Pay no mind to what happens tonight, just be strong. Be strong for me.... onegai, sweetheart, your father, and I need you to be strong. Ok?" she asked, now looking saddened. She nodded without hesitation. "Good girl. Now I want you to stay here, and be as silent as you can. Whatever you do, don't make a sound. Do you understand?"
"Hai, I do." she whispered back. Uncertain of why her mother was giving such an emotional speech. What, did she plan to let her stay there on her own? What was going on? Her mother quietly rose from her crouched position under the table, and tiptoed towards the door. But changed her mind, and went towards an old, heavy desk. She walked behind it and started to push, but it was caught on the carpet, so she switched sides and lifted it, before pulling it towards the door. When she was right in front of the door, about to pull the desk in front of it, the door flew open, and a sound of bitter laughter rang throughout the room.
"Did you really think that pitiful piece of wood was going to keep me out?" he asked in a mocking 'amazed' voice, and another round of bitter laughter sounded again. She looked at this man from the desk, underneath where wires and such could be put. The man was so evil looking, hatred burning in his eyes, and no doubt, had no feelings for other people. She wanted to scream, or run away with her mother, or something other than being here looking at him, talk brusque with her mother. "Guess what, we're going to finish you off, like we did, your little pussy shit of a husband, and then we'll find that brat of yours to have fun with, sounds good huh?" he asked, expecting her to have an answer for him. When he realized she was going to be silently protesting (like anyone would do), he became angered, and snapped his hand out to grab her hair. He succeeded, and pulled her head down to allow pain to surface through her head. "Now what do you have to say for yourself, you bitch. Where's bitch jr.?"
She looked into his eyes, showing no sign of pain in her eyes, only reflecting the hate that shone in his eyes. "You'll never find her. You're too stupid to find her. So if that was your plan, you better get the job done with me, and move on." After she made her speech, she gave it an extra meaning by spitting in his face. He smirked in amusement of her aggressiveness. Which grew wider, when he saw a single tear fall from her fearless eyes.
"Scared are we? Well I can put an end to all your fears, and unhappiness, unless you don't tell me where your whore is hiding? If you don't tell me, I'll torture you until you do, ok?" he asked making a stupid face. Her mother was thinking silently to herself about her daughter, and how she'll manage in life. or if she will, or even if she'll listen to her words she spoke. "Never." She said in a growl. The man sighed in defeat, and pulled out his gun. She thought, 'Usagi...' and then blackness.
She watched her mother get shot in the head, by a strange looking gun. The pressure was too much for the room, and the window burst open immediately after the gunfire, which she escaped a low whimper, before clamping her own mouth shut from any noise. Her mother told her to be silent, so she had to be. But now that she'd be pursued next, she used her good instincts and pulled herself to the top of the desk, where she hid. She used all her strength to hold herself there, as she saw the feet of the man walk by. She felt the sweat that had built up, drip from her forehead, and her arms were weak, and they stung from the glass that had cut her when the window blew open. Slowly the man walked away, and called to another guy that was in the main hallway. He called out, "There's no one here, they got the kid out. Lets head out ourselves."
She dropped from her position, and left the hiding spot. Quickly she opened the drawer of the desk, and drew forth a hand gun that was kept there. She checked it to make sure it was loaded. Rage had overtaken anything within her, and she wanted revenge. She witnessed them killing her mother, and had a pretty good guess of what happened to her father, and they were NOT going to get away with what they had just done. She ran as fast as she could and followed them out the door, and down the street, without stopping for a break. They couldn't hear her, because they were too loud, and she was so small that sounds were barely audible. Finally, when she thought it was probably the best location, she yelled at them to stop. Well, most of them were already rounding the corner, so the one that had killed her mother, stopped and looked at her.
"You... you're the brat we were looking for aren't you?" he asked bemused of the situation, and the fact that she was pointing a gun at him. He snorted when she cocked the hammer. "You killed my parents. You don't deserve to live..." she said in a harsh voice, different from a normal 7 year old's voice. He grunted like it was no big deal, and drew his gun, but she was too fast for him, and shot her gun first. She was aiming for his head, but missed and hit his heart instead. Though he keeled over dead instantly from the shot anyways, so she didn't care. When he was dead on the ground, and a puddle of blood was exiting his body, she walked up to him and took his gun.
"That was for my father.... And this is for my mother..." she said, tears glazing over her eyes, although she wouldn't let her silly emotions take over, and she blinked them back, she shot him in the head, blood sprayed on her body. She looked as if she were dead herself. But she shot him again, and again, and again, and again and...
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Usagi shot up from her position she was in. It was family studies, and she got bored, so she fell asleep. She didn't fall asleep on purpose. She hated sleeping, because that same dream haunted her every time she slept. She rose from her desk, and stuffed her papers into her messenger bag. She was about to leave, when she was stopped.
"Miss. Usagi, I'd like to speak to you please." her teacher said, while shuffling some papers of his own. Usagi turned around nonchalantly, and calmly walked back to his desk, looking rather bored than anything. "Usagi, I can't help, but to express my feelings as to how I don't like students sleeping in class. Now if you are staying up too late instead of sleeping, that's your responsibility to fix the problem. I-" he was cut off by Usagi.
"There is no problem, and I don't get to bed too late. I don't need to hear this... again." she replied, bluntly showing how annoyed she was with the pep talks.
"I realize that, and that's what I really wanted to talk to you about. You've slept through at least fifty of my eighty classes that I've had you. I'm sorry to say, but you're not even close to passing my class. The only thing you will pass this year is phys. Ed.
The only reason I'm taking the time to tell you this is, I see potential in your eyes. I know you have the answers, but you never share them. You're a smart girl Usagi, but you do need help. That's why I've come up with a plan.
Since you live on your own, and I can assume you don't have the extra money, plus another student of ours has caught himself in a rut-"
"Do you think you could make a point already?" Usagi asked in complete annoyance, she didn't like small talk with teachers, in fact she hated teachers, all teachers.
"As I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted... A student of ours has a 98% average, and owes us a favor. I think he should tutor you, until you show some improvement. Now, if you don't want the tutoring, you can take five assignments, and finish them before the end of the year, or have one assignment as you will be tutored..." he trailed off, and hesitated for a second.
"Or?" Usagi continued for him.
"Or, you can fail, and repeat grade twelve." he finished, uncertain of how she would take it.
Usagi looked him in the eyes. She could tell right away he was telling the truth, but believing it herself was a different story. She couldn't believe they planned on getting a tutor for her, that would be able to stand her. But then again.... Maybe if she did have a tutor, she could get her grade twelve diploma, and then find a part time job, as she used her other time for the job she already had. All she had to do was push around the "tutor" a bit, and make him do her homework. That way she would pass. That sounded like an idea... "Fine, I'll get a tutor. Who is he?"
"His name is Heero Yuy, and not the social type." he said, a spark of excitement crossing his eyes. She noticed this and raised her eyebrow in skepticism. 'Not social huh? Sounds like me...'
"Alright, tell him I'll meet him at the library at 6 tonight." She said, and started to walk away, but once again, was stopped.
"But wait, Usagi. Telling him, is your job." he said, a bit of amusement mixed with authority.
"You're not intimidating Mr. Nickel, so spare me. And no, it's not my job. You're the one who thought of this stupid idea, so you can be messenger boy. Thanks anyway." And then she left the classroom.
Mr. Nickel thought to himself, 'Strange girl... mind of a thirty year old, but strange nonetheless.'
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That's all for the first chapter. I was going to write more but I didn't know if I would get a good response, so you're going to have to wait. I know it's not very long, in fact there's only about 2300 words, so sorry for that. Well... can you guess how Heero's going to act when Usagi tries to push him around? ^-^ REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (BTW: I didn't edit it, so if there's any mistakes, it's because I was lazy, and didn't feel like editing...)
Ja ne,
Megami*Silence
By: Megami*Silence
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em
AN: First off, I LOVE Spider Man!!! After I saw the movie, I downloaded the music. This is based on the song Hero by Chad Kroeger and the dude from Saliva (not good with names). Anyways, I can't believe that girl I'm using was the one I'm using -_-;; because I'm not that fond of her, but I guess there's a beginning for everything. So sit back and relax, everyone loves your neighborhood friendly Spider Man. *_~ (-_-;; - don't know why I said that, way too into Spider Man...)
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"Shh baby, it's alright. Just keep quiet, and we'll be fine. Ok?" her mother asked, she nodded vigorously, not knowing what was going on, thinking it was another one of daddy's tricks. More so because her father wasn't there. She looked around, her long blond hair falling out of its loose ponytail. But her father hadn't come back, she only heard a faint sound of something that reminded her of her daddy hammering nails into wood. It happened more than once as well. Her mother shut her eyes really tight, and kept her mouth silent with her hand. She really didn't know what to think. She had no idea of what was going on.
They were under a desk. They sat there for what seemed to be an eternity, and she was getting bored, she wanted her daddy to find her, and stop the endless game. She jumped, when she heard a loud scream outside of the window, above the desk. Something was happening to someone other than her own family. This was starting to make her feel scared. Something wasn't right. She could tell. "You'll be a great policewoman when you're older.", her father used to say. She had the best senses, anybody could want, and her instincts were top notch. She always amazed her parents with what she could tell right off the bat.
Another scream sounded, this one masculine. The voice screamed, "Sarah!!", like the man was pleading for something. This confused her a bunch. She smelled trouble.
A round of gunfire was heard, and everything else was silent. She started to shake, uncontrollably. She was so frightened, nothing could ply her off of her mother now. Suddenly, loud footsteps were heard descending the stairs, and a voice that said, "Lets check out there first and then the back. C' mon!". Now she was really frightened, what were strange people doing in her house?
She felt herself being pulled away from her mother, and her chin was raised by her mother, to look into her eyes. Her mother had that serious look in her crystal blue eyes. A look that told her she better listen, and listen good. She obeyed by sitting up, and giving her undivided attention towards her mother, ignoring all the screaming and noise in the background.
"I know you don't want to leave me, honey, and I don't want to leave you either, but I have to try something to keep those hooligans from getting in here," she whispered, sternly, "I need you to be very, very brave and strong. I don't mean just now. I mean all the time. You're smart, and capable of being something great. Don't let these silly emotions, that you'll feel, hurt you. Pay no mind to what happens tonight, just be strong. Be strong for me.... onegai, sweetheart, your father, and I need you to be strong. Ok?" she asked, now looking saddened. She nodded without hesitation. "Good girl. Now I want you to stay here, and be as silent as you can. Whatever you do, don't make a sound. Do you understand?"
"Hai, I do." she whispered back. Uncertain of why her mother was giving such an emotional speech. What, did she plan to let her stay there on her own? What was going on? Her mother quietly rose from her crouched position under the table, and tiptoed towards the door. But changed her mind, and went towards an old, heavy desk. She walked behind it and started to push, but it was caught on the carpet, so she switched sides and lifted it, before pulling it towards the door. When she was right in front of the door, about to pull the desk in front of it, the door flew open, and a sound of bitter laughter rang throughout the room.
"Did you really think that pitiful piece of wood was going to keep me out?" he asked in a mocking 'amazed' voice, and another round of bitter laughter sounded again. She looked at this man from the desk, underneath where wires and such could be put. The man was so evil looking, hatred burning in his eyes, and no doubt, had no feelings for other people. She wanted to scream, or run away with her mother, or something other than being here looking at him, talk brusque with her mother. "Guess what, we're going to finish you off, like we did, your little pussy shit of a husband, and then we'll find that brat of yours to have fun with, sounds good huh?" he asked, expecting her to have an answer for him. When he realized she was going to be silently protesting (like anyone would do), he became angered, and snapped his hand out to grab her hair. He succeeded, and pulled her head down to allow pain to surface through her head. "Now what do you have to say for yourself, you bitch. Where's bitch jr.?"
She looked into his eyes, showing no sign of pain in her eyes, only reflecting the hate that shone in his eyes. "You'll never find her. You're too stupid to find her. So if that was your plan, you better get the job done with me, and move on." After she made her speech, she gave it an extra meaning by spitting in his face. He smirked in amusement of her aggressiveness. Which grew wider, when he saw a single tear fall from her fearless eyes.
"Scared are we? Well I can put an end to all your fears, and unhappiness, unless you don't tell me where your whore is hiding? If you don't tell me, I'll torture you until you do, ok?" he asked making a stupid face. Her mother was thinking silently to herself about her daughter, and how she'll manage in life. or if she will, or even if she'll listen to her words she spoke. "Never." She said in a growl. The man sighed in defeat, and pulled out his gun. She thought, 'Usagi...' and then blackness.
She watched her mother get shot in the head, by a strange looking gun. The pressure was too much for the room, and the window burst open immediately after the gunfire, which she escaped a low whimper, before clamping her own mouth shut from any noise. Her mother told her to be silent, so she had to be. But now that she'd be pursued next, she used her good instincts and pulled herself to the top of the desk, where she hid. She used all her strength to hold herself there, as she saw the feet of the man walk by. She felt the sweat that had built up, drip from her forehead, and her arms were weak, and they stung from the glass that had cut her when the window blew open. Slowly the man walked away, and called to another guy that was in the main hallway. He called out, "There's no one here, they got the kid out. Lets head out ourselves."
She dropped from her position, and left the hiding spot. Quickly she opened the drawer of the desk, and drew forth a hand gun that was kept there. She checked it to make sure it was loaded. Rage had overtaken anything within her, and she wanted revenge. She witnessed them killing her mother, and had a pretty good guess of what happened to her father, and they were NOT going to get away with what they had just done. She ran as fast as she could and followed them out the door, and down the street, without stopping for a break. They couldn't hear her, because they were too loud, and she was so small that sounds were barely audible. Finally, when she thought it was probably the best location, she yelled at them to stop. Well, most of them were already rounding the corner, so the one that had killed her mother, stopped and looked at her.
"You... you're the brat we were looking for aren't you?" he asked bemused of the situation, and the fact that she was pointing a gun at him. He snorted when she cocked the hammer. "You killed my parents. You don't deserve to live..." she said in a harsh voice, different from a normal 7 year old's voice. He grunted like it was no big deal, and drew his gun, but she was too fast for him, and shot her gun first. She was aiming for his head, but missed and hit his heart instead. Though he keeled over dead instantly from the shot anyways, so she didn't care. When he was dead on the ground, and a puddle of blood was exiting his body, she walked up to him and took his gun.
"That was for my father.... And this is for my mother..." she said, tears glazing over her eyes, although she wouldn't let her silly emotions take over, and she blinked them back, she shot him in the head, blood sprayed on her body. She looked as if she were dead herself. But she shot him again, and again, and again, and again and...
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Usagi shot up from her position she was in. It was family studies, and she got bored, so she fell asleep. She didn't fall asleep on purpose. She hated sleeping, because that same dream haunted her every time she slept. She rose from her desk, and stuffed her papers into her messenger bag. She was about to leave, when she was stopped.
"Miss. Usagi, I'd like to speak to you please." her teacher said, while shuffling some papers of his own. Usagi turned around nonchalantly, and calmly walked back to his desk, looking rather bored than anything. "Usagi, I can't help, but to express my feelings as to how I don't like students sleeping in class. Now if you are staying up too late instead of sleeping, that's your responsibility to fix the problem. I-" he was cut off by Usagi.
"There is no problem, and I don't get to bed too late. I don't need to hear this... again." she replied, bluntly showing how annoyed she was with the pep talks.
"I realize that, and that's what I really wanted to talk to you about. You've slept through at least fifty of my eighty classes that I've had you. I'm sorry to say, but you're not even close to passing my class. The only thing you will pass this year is phys. Ed.
The only reason I'm taking the time to tell you this is, I see potential in your eyes. I know you have the answers, but you never share them. You're a smart girl Usagi, but you do need help. That's why I've come up with a plan.
Since you live on your own, and I can assume you don't have the extra money, plus another student of ours has caught himself in a rut-"
"Do you think you could make a point already?" Usagi asked in complete annoyance, she didn't like small talk with teachers, in fact she hated teachers, all teachers.
"As I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted... A student of ours has a 98% average, and owes us a favor. I think he should tutor you, until you show some improvement. Now, if you don't want the tutoring, you can take five assignments, and finish them before the end of the year, or have one assignment as you will be tutored..." he trailed off, and hesitated for a second.
"Or?" Usagi continued for him.
"Or, you can fail, and repeat grade twelve." he finished, uncertain of how she would take it.
Usagi looked him in the eyes. She could tell right away he was telling the truth, but believing it herself was a different story. She couldn't believe they planned on getting a tutor for her, that would be able to stand her. But then again.... Maybe if she did have a tutor, she could get her grade twelve diploma, and then find a part time job, as she used her other time for the job she already had. All she had to do was push around the "tutor" a bit, and make him do her homework. That way she would pass. That sounded like an idea... "Fine, I'll get a tutor. Who is he?"
"His name is Heero Yuy, and not the social type." he said, a spark of excitement crossing his eyes. She noticed this and raised her eyebrow in skepticism. 'Not social huh? Sounds like me...'
"Alright, tell him I'll meet him at the library at 6 tonight." She said, and started to walk away, but once again, was stopped.
"But wait, Usagi. Telling him, is your job." he said, a bit of amusement mixed with authority.
"You're not intimidating Mr. Nickel, so spare me. And no, it's not my job. You're the one who thought of this stupid idea, so you can be messenger boy. Thanks anyway." And then she left the classroom.
Mr. Nickel thought to himself, 'Strange girl... mind of a thirty year old, but strange nonetheless.'
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That's all for the first chapter. I was going to write more but I didn't know if I would get a good response, so you're going to have to wait. I know it's not very long, in fact there's only about 2300 words, so sorry for that. Well... can you guess how Heero's going to act when Usagi tries to push him around? ^-^ REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (BTW: I didn't edit it, so if there's any mistakes, it's because I was lazy, and didn't feel like editing...)
Ja ne,
Megami*Silence