Hero Journals

We took another cab to my apartment – the address was in the paperwork Ms. Moreira had given me. It was in Kings Row, and smelled of soot from the factory down the block and old cabbagey cooking smells. A small studio apartment for me and my worldly goods! I put the entirety of my […]

We arrived in Steel Canyon, and Mr. Marcus got us a taxi. I didn’t fit well in the back seat, but it wasn’t too long a trip. The cab driver talked constantly, leaning around to look at us. I wondered how he drove without wrecking the car, but the trip was really without incident. A […]

It took another hour in Ms. Moreira’s office to get the paperwork done. Mr. Marcus came down and helped, and they took care of a lot of things. Most of what I had to do was listen and agree sometimes. It was easy, and I hoped things would continue to go so well. We finished […]

Brighid Moreira took me to her office. We sat down and she told me about heroes. I listened. She is quite a storyteller, when she wants to be, and I was captivated. She talked for most of an hour about what heroes do, and why Paragon City loved them. She told me about Mr. Marcus’ […]

We arrived in Paragon City late at night, after a delay that slowed us down for several hours. At first, the city did not look much different than others, and I was a little downcast. I was expecting another set of worried and distrustful looks at a hotel, and then to be, at best, ignored. […]

We’re going to Paragon City, Mr. Marcus tells me, and shows me on the map. It’ll be a couple more days. He tells me that there will be less trouble there. I wonder why?

I did not understand what was happening after I stopped two men from escaping from the police station’s cells. Everyone was afraid of me, and the policemen asked a lot of unhappy sounding questions. They moved me in to a different cell, one with all concrete walls and only the one door. It didn’t even […]

I woke up from dozing to the sounds of a struggle, and a cry of, “Let go!” An officer, who had been walking through the cells every hour or two was standing outside the far cell, and pulling back against something. I stood up, and tried to see. I could see the one of the […]

Things were good for several days. I found a place to hide and sleep that was dry and warm enough, and I found food to eat. I didn’t even have to chase it. It was being put in a big metal box behind a restaurant, and nobody seemed to want it. It wasn’t long before […]

Free! Free at last! No more being stuck with needles or forced to find and hurt others who were, like me, trapped and unwilling. What a wonderful day! What a long day, too. The usual day of being asked to do incomprehensible things, and having to fight or hide, or simply think the right way […]