The Shadow of a Hero (Work In Progress)

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The Shadow of a Hero (Work In Progress)

Tips: 0.50 INK Postby FunnyGuy on Mon Dec 31, 2018 1:59 pm

In short, I just want to write a little something as a hobby. It'll involve superheroes, but will aim to keep them grounded with every day stresses and issues.

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Re: The Shadow of a Hero (Work In Progress)

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Looking forward to seeing what you come up with!
Alvin Toffler wrote:The illiterates of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write but those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn.

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Re: The Shadow of a Hero (Work In Progress)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby FunnyGuy on Sun May 26, 2019 9:50 am

Dawn

Slow. That is how every day began for Lex for as long as he could remember. It was something that could not be helped however due to the nature of his abilities. At the moment, his joints felt stiff and the air gently blowing from the overhead vent was almost too much to bear. He let out a groan as pushed himself up and slid his legs off his bed only to stare into the dark of his apartment. His eyes were fixed on the window across from, waiting.

As he waited, his thoughts focused on his expectations for the day. How far he would have to travel, who he may encounter, how much love versus how much hate he would receive this time, the questions, and lastly, the end. A premature sigh of relief escaped his breath at his relief of duty, if he could think of it as that in the comfort of his own mind. The trivialities of each day were harsh at times, he would admit, but he was well compensated, something he would not admit. Like his “siblings”, his job was to play a role. Lex was known as one of the most prominent of the nation’s heroes, known to the public as Sol. Many loved him just for his presence. He was young, handsome, strong, and he had a cool golden glow that only added to appearance. On the other hand, Lex was ridiculed due to his absence. The every day person wondered what such a spectacular hero was doing during the night. Lex always answered, by playing on his more human side. Sleep. It was an excuse, but not the whole truth. Lex was not the perfect being many viewed him as, and that was something he paid to accept. Was money enough though?

And there it was! The deep orange hue from the sunrise appeared, it’s light quickly lighting the city. As the sun rose from the horizon and allowed its thin beams of light to reach between buildings and through Lex’s window, Lex underwent a change. His hands opened and closed continuously until he tightly closed them as if he were crushing something within them. Then came the rush. As the sunlight touched his skin, he felt a flow of energy course through his body. His vision was sharper, his breaths deeper, and cold he previously felt seemed absent to his skin. Lex rose to his feet and smirked at the rising sun.

“Hello today... here I come.”

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Re: The Shadow of a Hero (Work In Progress)

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Today was meant to be like any other day. Wake up, take in power from the sun, clock into work, save a few people, talk to the media, sign autographs, clock out of work, sleep. Those were just the main events in Lex's day to day life. It's what one might expect from a public figure. The clocking in and out was bizarre, but the man's life was far more interesting and mind-boggling than that.

"Gregoryyy! I'm up!" Lex said this in a mocking tone as he looked up at a black glassy dome on the ceiling. Lex smirked the moment he heard the sound of Gregory clearing his throat from the dome. "Clocking in."

"Suit up. Then you're clocked in." The voice ordered. Lex sighed in annoyance like a disgruntled teen and walked across his apartment to his closet.

"Can't give your brother a few extra minutes?"

"Can't take a few extra minutes to suit up before you try to clock in? You're not the worst, but you know the rules. Suit up, then you clock in. It's simple. It's your uniform."

"I get it. No need to be my dad about it." Lex snapped as he walked into the center of the apartment adorned in a shiny gold colored carbon fiber suit. It covered his body, but stopped at his neck. Showing his face helped with the whole hero image he needed to uphold.

"I'm your manager!"

"Clocking in. Thanks." Lex took a few steps forward and looked up as the ceiling opened up to reveal a long tunnel leading out into the world. His face was a bit more hardened. He liked messing with Gregory from time to time, but it got annoying when the guy tried asserting whatever dominance he felt he had. Under most circumstances, Lex could put the man in his place and they both knew this. Gregory was just in a good position right now.

Lex floated up into the opening in the ceiling. His levitation was slow and smooth to prevent damage to his apartment. As he elevated up, he heard the sound of the opening beneath him shut. This was his queue to accelerate without repercussion. First came the glow of light that outlined his body, then there was the takeoff. Lex shot out from the roof of the building, rising like a second sun. Clocked in, he was not Lex, he was now Sol, the hero of the people. The second sun.

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