By Crimson Eagle 0 Comments
This is part one of a one-shot story arc I had in mind which I just adapted it to the CV canon as best as I can remember it; and this has nothing to do with my character CE. This concept is something I've wanted to do since I'm on vacation right now. I'm still deciding if I should bring this character to the RP world. But like I said, this is just something I wrote for fun. Hope you enjoy! ^_^
This story begins about a week ago, but let me tell you about the real beginning.
I'll never forget this. I was about six, mom was grocery shopping and dad was at work. I remember that black smoke had filled the apartment. The fire was eating everything around me. I felt like I was in hell; I was scared. I remember grabbing onto my Superman and screaming at the top of my lungs. Parts of me expected that Superman would save me. I imagined my favorite hero breaking through the burning door and take me outside, away from the danger, faster than a speeding bullet.
That’s who I expected to save me. Not him.
Immediately I heard the door break down. I was already coughing up my lungs at that point. I looked up and through the smoke I saw a dark silhouette. It was big, brawny; for a moment I actually thought it was Superman. From that point on it was all just a blur. It wasn't until I woke up at the hospital that I found out it was Mr. Galloway.
Mean old Galloway, the guy was 56 at the time and still has a heart of stone. I remember one time he yelled at me one time for almost touching the fire alarm. He was always so cold, so distant from everyone. It still amazes me that of all the people who could have saved me; mom, Dad, Action Man, it was him who did it.
Nobody really cared for Mr. Galloway; hell I'd be lying if I said I did. But for some reason he just caught my eye ever since that day. I've never really spoken to him about the time he saved my life and he never really talked about it.
Now, ten years later and even though my family moved out, I still see old Galloway coming and going from the fixed building. Despite it being ten years, I still say there was something about this guy. And I was right, sort of. A week ago, I followed Mr. Galloway. The guy makes grass interesting. He went to the mall and just walked around. He walked to the pharmacy to pick up some meds and he went to the store to buy some milk. I thought I was wrong until he turned a corner and disappeared. It was insane, the guy just disappeared. Suddenly I felt something tapping my shoulder. I turned to who turned out to be Galloway. I stood cold as he glared at me until he finally said that if I wanted to come along, I should have at least helped. Someone then tried to pickpocket him of his wallet in that moment of distraction. Mr. Galloway broke his arm for just trying to reach into his pocket and knocked him out cold with one punch.
I was shocked. All Mr. Galloway did was look at me and walked away. I don't remember how long I stood there frozen, but all I remember is my mom asking me on how my day was.
The next morning I stood by Mr. Galloway's building, waiting for someone to open so I could sneak through. I finally did and went toward Mr. Galloway's apartment. I wanted to talk to him, and try to find out something about him.
I knocked on the door and no one answered. Before I left, I saw a small crack in the wall, it was more like an outline of a compartment hidden behind the wallpaper next to the door. I opened it up, even though I tore the thing off and found a key. I opened the door with it. I guess Mr. Galloway didn't trust his key to anyone. Big shock.
I was careful in getting inside, I didn't want to break anything. I walked around. The hallways had a couple of pictures of Mr. Galloway with a really pretty woman, it turned out to be his wife; I didn't even know he was married. There a bunch of photos, all black and white. They travelled everywhere. Norway, Canada, the Grand Canyon, Cancun. He was an adventurer.
I went to his bedroom. The room was dark and I immediately turned on the nearest light switch. my eyes widened at the sight. Yellow tinted newspaper clippings were all over the wall; they were uneven, unkempt. Some of the titles were covering another, some articles were even ripped in parts. Titles repeated from all sorts of different newspaper companies; none of them I even heard of.
HE DOES IT AGAIN!
MAYOR GREETS HERO!
A bunch of the same thing on one side of the wall. Looking closer, I realized they were talking about Mr. Galloway. I turned around and the same thing appears: untidy newspaper clippings that talk about Mr. Galloway. But there was only two newspapers that were neatly placed and framed. There directly across his bed.
FIRE TAKES HERO'S HOME
I looked closer at the first headline. His wife was on the cover. Mr. Galloway turned out to be a fireman. The tragedy was the reason why he wanted to be alone. I got that.
I left his bedroom and immediately saw another door, how I missed it I still can't say but I went toward it but was locked out. Just for fun I looked for the key. Nothing was in the apartment, I guessed that Mr. Galloway must've taken it. I tried using the key at hand and it worked to my surprise.
The room was dark inside, I looked for the nearest light switch and turned it on the moment I found it. I stood frozen at the sight. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was confused, shocked. The world news today always talks about them; they're all over the place; Spain, Venezuela, Japan. But what I saw?
I heard someone speak right behind me in a stern tone, it was Mr. Galloway. I saw his shadow climb up on the wall where the painting stood among all the pictures and magazines. Galloway said something about the police or something, but then he said something about his life and secrets. But I ignored him as my eyes stuck on the painting that was on the wall.
"What?" he said in a gruff tone, "You didn't think the heroes thing just happened now did you?"
TO BE CONTINUED.