New Heroes

The mysterious figure's future nonscence does not affect me as I continue staring into space. It is now dark and a feeling of belonging rushes over me. I find it silly to think that this morning I awoke at the brink of sunrise, feeling out of place in a most unusual place. Now I go to sleep with feelings of being at home - even when I am nowhere near where I started this tale.

We were quick to get a hotel room before the sun went down, and make the purchase of a set of keys before it were to be too late. "The hotel room was nice enough," I would've thought before passing out in a small bedroom, right next door to this mysterious figure - this stranger thats become so familiar. I do not know what dreams I conjured, just as I do not remember what life was like as a new born - my mind simply did not hold the information.

I look to the clock. Suddenly now awake, I see the time is 7am. I hear thumping from the other room. I assume its the mysterious figure and set off getting dressed. I find a new set of clothes set on the table standing before my bed. While I get changed, I find my chance to look around the room.

My room is L-shaped with the door to the mysterious figure's room on the bottom left and my bed at the top. A window sits opposite the door. It is in a way so that my bed and the window had a couple walls in between in between the two of them. The table, however, was laid in the center of the room, able to be seen from both the window and the bed.

I finish dressing and get a good look at the window. Blinds cover the duel-sided glass door contraption, yet the orange light of the morning sun finds its way through. I open the blinds and see the city. It is bustling and active, full of life old and new. I laugh, this reality in which I live in has become a sci-fi fantasy with time travel and evil villains. It is all I've ever wanted: a dream come true; however, it is not what I had expected. I find myself scared for my life, not immersed in the thrill. What was it that I did to make things come to this? When had I made a deal with the devil? When was it that I made a wish to a melovalant genie?

The door calls to me, a quick break from these thoughts that plagued my mind. I approach, expecting the mysterious figure, and so there the mysterious figure was. Five or so inches from my face he stands, his face looks beaten and his expression is one of having been in a struggle. At this I startle and jump backward.

"There is not much time, we must-"

The mysterious figure's words are cut short as a tall woman kicks him and he falls flat face-down onto the floor. She does not don the uniform of the space police. My eyes widen in the realization - the realization that she must be of the people who planted the asteroid magnet thingamajig - The villains.

"Follow me and whatever you do, do not stray. Trust me, it will make things easier for the both of us."

Her tone is stern, and I oblige. What other option is there? I saw what she could do to the tall, skinny yet strong, man that was the mysterious figure. We make our way down the desolate hotel stairway. She makes sure to keep an eye over her shoulder, staring me down every few seconds. Her opposite shoulder holds the mysterious figure. It is dark down the stairs, almost feeling like I'm being dragged down a long deep void. We finally reach the bottom, but to my surprise that didn't mean the reception room, but instead a floor bellow. The hotel basement is as dark as the stairway, if not darker. I stop moving and hear the door behind me shut.

A blinding light turns on, filling the room in pure white. The mysterious figure is layed on the floor before me and the tall woman is nowhere to be found. The room is purely empty with exception to me, the mysterious figure, and a lone coffee pot in the corner that I had not noticed earlier.