Hero of the Day

I had enough. I don't want to be kept back. As I opened my eyes this morning finally understood what Arnold said. You can be the king of the Aquilonia! You can be the leader of the realm! And that is what - deep inside - I always wanted. To show the world that I am the HERO. To stand out and shake the city to wake up: hey, I am here!

That was in my mind while I was walking the street. I don't know , somehow I felt that this day is mine. The sun seemed to be brighter and warmer. I felt a kind of a strange strength in my limbs. I looked around, but nobody appeared to observe that. Hey! A hero is walking here! I can fight a whole army of witches! I killed dozens of skulking monsters! Don't you see that?

And than I saw the two men. I saw their arms as they used the baseball stick to hit something. Or somebody. I stopped for a moment. I stopped and I kept looking at them. Than I heard the scream. There she was, a teenage girl. I approached. The image that came to me was horrible. They were beating a dog with baseball sticks. The girl, I assumed the owner, just kept on screaming, when she got a slap in her face and she fall down. Oh, thank you God, my time has come, now I can really do something! I approached the two men. They were so busy beating the dog, or what it was left of it, that they didn't observe me. I approached them and asked calmly about the weather. They stopped. One of them raise his stick and shouted to go away, if I don't want to get hurt. But I stood still and asked them to tell me what's the time. They silenced, and started to walk through to me. That was the moment when I took out the gun. Two fires. They dropped the baseball sticks.

I don't understand why they imprisoned me. I only wanted to protect the girl. On court she said that I threatened her. It was a nightmare. And the TV reportersÉ. They said that I walked the streets stoned waiting for the opportunity to take out my gunÉ Maybe I should have left the girl to wait for the tall, muscled limbs, deep of chest, bronzed skin, scarred, fighting-man to save her. Yes, I forgot that a hero has to look like that. Maybe I don't qualify? I don't have the muscles. I'm not tall. Just had the gun. And a bad decision.