"nnnnggg…"Trembling on the ground, the 7 year old you is holding back the tears, hurt and completely helpless.
"Hey, look, the little baby is going to cry, are you scared of the doggy, little baby? Go on, cry, cry little baby!" The neighborhood 10 year old boys had you trapped in the alley behind the Mickey D's. They had blocked the only exit with their pudgy bodies and their pit-bull, which was barking, snarling and snapping at you, tugging tightly at the flimsy excuse for a leash.
You had multiple scratches and bruises already, but you didn't mind them. What had you actually scared was the giant gash on your knee that was caused by the dog. You hated this, you always seemed so weak, you were so scared. (Where are the superheroes?)You wondered. You read about them in your older brother's comics that you would with and without his permission read. Stories about valiant heroes, that would always sweep in and save the day, protecting the innocent and bringing bad guys to justice. Strong and brave, like you always wanted to be…but you were too weak…but maybe…
You bite your lip and clench your hands into fists, swallowing your little pride, "HELP! PLEASE! MR. HERO! I NEED RESCUING!!!"
The bullies blink, startled. Even the dog shuts up for a second at your outburst. "BWAHAHAHAHAHA! 'Mr. Hero???' Are you stupid??? The little baby is crying for help! That's-"
"HEY!!!" You look up, to see the light coming in from the entrance of the alley lighting up the silhouette of the mysterious voice. As the voice walks closer, you see that it is a blonde-headed boy, who seems about your age, but bigger than most 7-year-olds. A fierce ,determined look boiled in his baby blue eyes as he walked over, conviction in every step."LEAVE. HER. ALONE."
"PFFFFFT, or what?"The boy's voice was full of confidence, but his tightened grip on the leash and his shifting feet revealed that he was unnerved by this kid who actually tried to confront him. You looked back and forth between the new boy and the bullies. This kid looked brave but…these 10 year olds were HUGE, and they had the dog…
You almost missed what happened by blinking, but quickly the mystery kid rushed up and the next thing you knew one of the bullies was on the ground. "Why, you little-" Another bully ran at the kid, prepared to fight, but that ended as abruptly as the first. The mystery boy stood up straight, wiping his mouth as he turned to the last, main bully, who was visibly frightened now."Uh…Uh…Dangit!!!" The last bully runs away, past the mystery boy, the other bullies scampering after him. But, upon escaping the bully let go of the leash and the dog bounded toward you, teeth bared. You immediately turn away, flinching and bracing yourself for the attack.
But nothing happened. You look up and see the body of the mystery boy in front of you, arm in the dog's mouth. You let out a slight gasp and the boy looks back at you, smiling brightly. "You alright, miss?"
You only look at his arm, eyes full of concern as red begins growing on his sleeve. "Y-your arm….!"
He blinks and looks down at his arm. "Oh..hold on." He then flips the dog over, much like he did with the bullies, his arm being released as the dog then runs away. You only look on at this whole scene in disbelief, your legs giving out under you.
The boy silently sits down next to you, and sees your knee. "…" He pulls out the American flag handkerchief from his back pocket, and gingerly lifts up your leg."Those horrible boys. How could they do this to a girl…good thing I was nearby. My mom says the reason I'm so strong and big for my age is because of the chemicals they put in the animals for McDonald's food isn't that crazy?" As he wraps you leg and rambles on about how McDonalds is the food from Heaven, your eyes are transfixed on this angel-like boy. Even more so than before, his golden hair seemed to light up his face with a caring expression as he concentrated on his task. He glances up, catching you staring at him, which makes you turn away, your little cheeks blooming red. He chuckles, flashing a charming smile at you, despite missing some teeth. "All done."
"Uh-umm.." You look around in your shorts pockets, searching for something to wrap his arm; finally to pull out a Captain America shield handkerchief. You hesitated, this is the one you found in the park on your birthday. You treasured it as a symbol of the strength, bravery and heroics you admired and dreamed about. Then you look down at the boys arm, then at your leg. "…"(Maybe…I have a new hope)Embarrassed to be actually touching a boy willingly other than your brother, you tentatively take his arm in your hand and wrap it.
When you finish, he stands up, then offers you his hand and helps you up. "Can you walk?" He asks, looking down at your leg.
You take a few steps, then nod up at him reassuringly. "Yep," You smile cutely, "I'm fine…But can I ask a question?"
He smiles. "Go ahead, shoot. But not for reals. We aren't old enough for real guns."
This makes you giggle. "Who are you?"
He grins broadly at you, "You don't know?" He leans over and taps your nose. "But you called for me remember?" You tilt your head, very confused. Then, he stands up tall, puffing his chest out, and assuming a heroic stance. "I AM MR. HERO, PROTECTOR OF JUSTICE AND DEFENDER OF THE WEAK AND INNOCENT!"
You stare at him, incredulously, then smile sweetly. "Thank you Mr. Hero." It was hard to tell in the light of the setting sun, but it almost looked like he was blushing.
He then quickly grins at you. "Anything to be of service." He kurtly nods and runs away. When you tired to follow him, but he was gone…
You blink out of your dazed stupor and shake your head for good measure. You couldn't help it. Days like this, remind you of that day. You would have thought it to be a dream if it weren't for the American flag handkerchief tied to your bag. But you knew better. You grew up. In the real world, Heroes don't exist…