He Was A Hero I Just Couldn't See It Novels & Stories

I hate to admit it but, no matter how hard I look at it, I just couldn't see anything dangerous about him. He seemed like a kind soul to me, one that I am grateful to have. My dark hero, the one who saved me from my impending doom and death. I just wouldn't tolerate it if someone said something bad about him in my presence. I wouldn't want anything to make him sad or feel any negative emotion.

Who is that Lieutenant and just how powerful is he to cover the crime that he did on Iris’ family? Does Iris really had that ability that Pavo Hatcher inflicted on her? He could remember all the inexplicable times when he really thought that were only an effect of the medications he’s taking. He remember the very first time he saw Iris do it, the second day after she came in St. Valen’s unit. He definitely saw at the corner of his eyes when Iris was facing him as he talked with an officer about the case of the Westons’ murder. He saw how a small black thing float up in the air behind her, while how her hands were hidden at her back and her face all in distress. But he didn’t really gave that

They kept coming, quiet and unrelenting. “I thought I was being a hero,” he whispered. “But I was just a scared kid pretending to know what I was doing. And now someone good… someone who didn’t deserve any of this… might die because of me.” I leaned forward and gently cupped his face in my hands. His skin was clammy, the stubble on his jaw rough beneath my fingers.

he said finally, his voice tinged with pride. My eyes widened in surprise at his words. "Heroism?" I echoed, feeling a surge of admiration welling up inside me. "What did you do?" Alex shrugged, trying to downplay his actions. "It's nothing really," he said modestly. "I just helped you get to the hospital in time, that's all." But I could see the seriousness in his eyes, and I knew that it meant more to him than he let on. "Thank you," I said softly, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there."

"Sarah, why don't you ever talk about what happened in the alley?" Sarah was caught off guard. She stammered a reply, "I . . . I just thought you'd talk about it if you wanted to." "Okay, let's say I want to. Do you buy into all this 'hero' nonsense?" "What you did for Paige was the most unselfish thing I've ever seen," she said firmly. "You were lucky to come out of it alive. If that's not being a hero, I don't know what is." "I want to say something, but I don't want you to get the wrong idea." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts, "I don't think I'm a hero and in some ways I'm ashamed of myself." When he was greeted with shocked silence, Jeff continued.

He reached out, his thumb grazing a clean spot on my forehead, his touch incredibly light, as if he were afraid I’d shatter. "I told you I’d protect you," he whispered, and for the first time, I saw a tear track through the grime on his cheek. "I failed. I was so busy feeling like a hero for fixing the photo that I didn't see the real monsters standing right in front of us."

ZARA POV "Hero," I began softly, my voice close to his ear, "you truly believe that after everything I've endured here, things can simply return to how they were before? I'm sorry, but that's utter nonsense. There's no way we can pretend this never happened. This mountain, these hurtful shared experiences you put me through... they've changed me. I can't unsee what I've seen and heard, or unfeel what I've felt. I’m different now, Hero, irrevocably different.”

I strained my ears to listen to what he was saying. “A hero my foot! God-damned chicken general, should have fucking let him die!” I chuckled under my breath. So like Theo…

He looked like he hadn’t slept. “I saw the coverage,” he said, setting the tray on the bedside table. “You’re everywhere. And they’re painting you as… a hero.” I accepted the coffee, letting its warmth ground me. “Are you angry?” He shook his head slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed but keeping respectful distance. “No. Proud. Heartbroken. But mostly proud. You were magnificent last night. Even when I made it about me. I’m sorry for turning your moment into a spectacle. I was desperate.”

“I didn’t have a use for it until six months later when I pulled my squad out of a wadi after an IED flipped our Humvee. I thought you should know that your old man was my hero and he saved lives.” My throat closed and I managed to nod at him completely at a loss for words. I stared at the man in front of me, seeing not just a guard, but someone who had known a version of my father I hadn’t. And it was warming that the implication was a reflection of the image I had of him, a hero.