The sun has only been out for a little over an hour now. Its bright, radiant and warm beams shine down on everything underneath it, bringing a sense of comfort to all the life that it nourishes. The orange hue that emits from the plasmid orb reflects off the clouds and shines onto my face, causing the wind rushing through my hair to feel even warmer. Through the spaces between the clouds that speed by, I can see the city river below me glimmer like a sea of diamonds dancing in the sunshine. This view is certainly nothing new to me; flown through these skies countless times, but usually I never get the chance to fully appreciate it
to take in all the peaceful sounds and visions. It seems lately that the skies have been more clear than usual, the streets more calm and the people less fearful.
After deciding I should do one last patrol, I change my direction to north and the clouds beneath quickly become smaller and the river becomes longer. The panoramic view is something I wish I could share with everybody. All the sounds of the rushing wind and the ruffling of my cape grow quieter and the suns glow begins to fade as I leave the atmosphere of Earth and enter exosphere. For only a moment, I embrace the silence and close my eyes. Then I enable myself to hear every sound throughout all of Earth, isolating the distressed and anxious. There are so many cries and every one of them deserves my attention, but even I cannot be everywhere at once.
Concentration and patience is only a couple of attributes that Ive become accustomed too in my years of heroism. Continuing to isolate every distress call, I have narrowed it down to only the dire ones; gunshots, crashes, fights, and arguments echo through my mind. The biggest lesson that my father taught me was that I couldnt interfere with all human conflicts, only ones that they cant fix themselves. Ive battled toe-to-toe with apocalyptic monsters, intercepted plans of world domination set out by intergalactic species, and many times Ive stopped an international business man from turning the world into his own guinea pig lab. All these acts and more are totally selfless, they are to show the world that hope still exists and after every time that something such as this happens, I see that hope grow brighter.
Just as I think Ive made a decision to finally call it a night, I hear a radio dispatch that describes what sounds like a riot that broken out into the streets of London. Everything else goes silent when I focus all concentration at the dispatch and acquire its location.
All units to the vicinity, I repeat all units! Shots have been fired and officers are down! Im requesting immediate back up! The officer sounds shaken up, his nerves are causing his voice to crack and he sounds injured. Upon re-entering the atmosphere, I begin to think about all the riots that Ive broken up in the past and how almost all of them are the exact same scenario; confused, innocent people that feel lost or betrayed due to some political movement or stunt
the feeling of hopelessness. I cant help but wish that this one would be different.
The smoke from a fire can already been seen from the height that Im at and even without my hearing, gunshots can be heard ringing through the skies. I zoom in on the scene and spot a man with a gun pointed at an officer thats lying on the ground crippled next to his patrol car. A muzzled flash erupts from the barrel and freezes in motion as I speed toward it. The sound is also frozen in time gets louder as I approach nearer. I land directly in front of the officer and the bullet bounces of my chest.
