Another piece I wrote when thinking about dreams, and how some times they can change people’s lives.
In this case, Mirran Vyx used hers to save lives. This seemingly average 27 year old has the power to make people see, hear, and feel her dreams. Years after discovering this power she reluctantly has decided to use it for a good cause ,to protect ,but soon she realizes that being a "Superhero " is not all it makes to be .
Finally, here is the introduction to her whole story of which I call "Night Valor".
What would you do if you had the power to bring light into the world?
What if every little bump you heard in the night you could turn in to starlight?
What would you do?
I save lives.
I’m not bulletproof or forever living.
It doesn’t take a super strength to kill me or kryptonite to bring me to my knees.
I’m human but I’m not.
“This is a robbery! Everybody on the floor!” one man with a mask on shouts
while the other raises a gun over his head and fires.
“this isn’t a joke get on the floor!” the other shouts as two different men jump
out of a van in the parking lot and run into the bank with large burlap sacks
and a gun.
“Fill these bags before the cops gets here or everyone’s dead!” one of the two
men from the van shout at clerk as she fumbles around with the bag, sobbing
hysterically. None of the men realize I’m still standing.
I turn slowly to the nearest one who seems to be the leader from the nervous
sweat on his brows but look of cold confidence.
“Before you point that gun at me let me ask you one thing .do you really
think for a minuet that stealing money is anyway to make your place in this
world?” I say in a cool gentle voice. He whips around and points the gun
straight at me but he hesitates before he pulls the trigger with a look of
sadness on his face, perfect.
I kick his left ankle back, grab his armed hand, and yank it forward, leaving
him a in breathless heap as I swing my leg up and slam it down , a solid blow
to the back.
“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to rob a
bank.” the other man in the room was not armed while the other two were but
they were behind the counter harassing the clerk. He met the same treatment as the other
but no question asked this time, I had no time to deal with the rookie while there was still
two armed men in the back . However, from behind the glass I can tell that they were
shaking as they held the two guns toward the clerk. These two would have to be
disengaged different then the first ones but how I need to think quickly they were so
nervous I couldn’t sneak up on them, they might shoot her on reflex. How can I get her
out of there alive? I thought before I heard a, I hear a shrill scream as the two men tell
the clerk to get on the floor and they hold a gun to her head, milliseconds from pulling
the trigger.
No! I scream in my mind. As I jump over the counter and hold out my hands, the men
fall two the ground writhing in pain. I kick the guns away from them and help the clerk
up
“Are you Ok?”
I ask with a soothing voice .the clerk turns to me with a shocked and scared look.
“ye….yeah….I...I’m fine... I... t..t..tripped the silent ...a..a..alarm b…but one saw” she
then rushed into my arms sobbing even hard then she already was.
“They were going to k…k... kill me weren’t they?” she asked shaking as I made her
walk around the counter and sit with the other victims. When I hear the police car pull up
I wave my hand and the two in the back stop crying out in pain.
I turn to everyone, wave my hand with a brief gesture, and gently say,
“I have to go now, but if some one asks I wasn’t here”. I straighten myself up and walk
outside battered and tired, but to everyone else I unfurled a set of wings and soared into
the cold December night.
