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HYBRID ANGEL
By Justin Frank
What does it take to be called a hero? Some brightly colored cape, super powers, or even perhaps just the will to punish evil? Whatever the case it really doesn't matter. I'm nothin' but a lowly security guard, no family, no friends, just the shirt on my back and this job. I ain't got no one to comfort me, no one to say "hey look at how good a man you are" I just got me.
Women really don't find me attractive anyways. When I was a kid half my face got burned in a fire when a man tried to break into our house. The man tried to hurt my mother so I tried to stop him. most of the house was already on fire. The man grabbed me by the collar and shoved my face into the fire. The entire right side of my face was scarred. He threw me out on the street after that.
The cops said my momma didn't make it and that she didn't die by being burnt to death. The man had his way with her and then shot her through the head;.they said it wasn't a pretty sight. I lost everything in that fire. I lost my mother, my face, and my life. It's been about fifteen years since it happened. My mom said I would always amount to great things but here I am a damn security gaurd for a freakin' Warehouse in the middle of nowhere. It figures. Fate always hands the low man the even lower end of the stick.
I was almost done with my rounds. What was that. I heard a noise and figured I oughta check it out. This damn place. It was so dark and there was nothing but stacked crates around me. I think I saw something moving, but I wasn't sure. It was just all in my head, or maybe it wasn't. It wasn't; four of them and they'd surrounded me.
Maybe I should've just give up and let them kill me. The world might be better off. Nah that would be too simple. The first came at me with a metal baseball bat. He beat me down with it. I got right back up, grabbed the bat and bashed it into his face. I thought about my mom and how bastards like these killed her. I thought about that one scumbag. That man who burnt half my face away, scaring away any woman who ever thought of coming near me. I took the bat and rushed at another one of those bastards and bashed him in the head till I could see his freakin' brains oozing out. The other two ran. I called the cops and told 'em about the break-in and gave 'em a description of the last two. I called the morgue, too.
It don't take no fancy cape, or any type of freakin' superpowers to make a hero. It just takes a selfless man with nothing else to live for. A man who remembers what hell has put him through. I gotta say though, a little bit of super human genetics helps a bit too. The scum of these streets call me The Hybrid, the avenging angel that fell from the heavens with the tainted heart of a man.
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