Chapter One

Hero (plural heroes): a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or ability; figuratively, a metahuman who has chosen to go into heroics. Synonyms: super, superhero, mask, cape.

Jolson's Superhuman Enchiridion

-NOAH

I rode into the war party on the Ashland Expressway like a bat out of hell. An armored bus carrying armed men had its doors open and the men were discharging their weapons on a paddywagon escorted by a police car. Two squad cars, one lying on 21st Abbey and the other on East Hoover, both burning brightly served as evidence to the havoc of the men. I only managed to save the officers inside. It was a bad time to be one of those cops.

My night actually started on a high note . I was having coffee and scorched for dinner with a beautiful lady I hoped to start something with. We were at the homely confines of the CC Legolas. The fresh scent of cappuccino filled the air.

I was making my moves on the racy brunette when the call came. It was about Ulfrich Blake, a mobster who agreed to testify against his crime boss, Arkadin Lyakhov. The so called 'Big Head of crime' now wanted him silenced. The mob enforcers were sent to intercept his transport paddywagon.

"Okay, I'm on my way," I pocketed my phone and stood up. My date had a scared look on her face.

"I gotta go, Nancy."

"Noah, you're ditching me on a first date?" My eyes turned to meet her sad ones. She held my hand while we made eye contact.

"It's an emergency, I need to be on the crime scene," I wasn't lying, being a Private Eye for a day job made sure of that.

I still can't recall the number of times and women I've used this excuse on. Nancy let go of my hand, I dipped my the hand into my coat and dropped a wad of dollar bills on the table. I started making my way out of the brightly lit cafe. Deep down, I knew lovely Nancy would never give me a second chance. It was a price I had to pay. It's a shame how superheroes don't often end half of their dates. This was my responsibility as the Totem. Although the city had a couple of emergency teams with supers on them, My identity name was always the first to pop up when there was a crisis.

The September chill nipped around the edges of my coat the sooner I got out. The coat went flying off, into a garbage can where I would pick up it up. If a homeless person didn't take it as a parting gift. That was a nice coat, Bernini. I broke into a run headed for my parking spot. My uniform was exposed. A couple of people caught sight of the sleek looking two piece supersuit. The black top was a body fitting Kevlar top suit on which an outstretched brown 'T' sat, it was attached to a pair of brown spandex shorts by a silver utility belt. My impressive physique added a powerful tone to it. They simply awed, I was the man they recognized as Totem.

What possesses a person, already a freak to begin with, to put on a special suit and mask and let people give him a funny name? Alright, I will agree that there are good reasons for the mask. And the codename. But the rest? What are we, ten?

I jumped on my gear laden motorcycle, put on my black mask before disappearing into the night.

"Totem, I have eyes on the armored bus and paddywagon, what's your status?" A female voice asked through the comm on my mask. I christened her Eyeball. She was my guide, monitoring me through a series of screens from our supposedly secret base. I learned the hard way that it wasn't wisdom to blindly rush into danger.

"I'm in their midst, Eyeball. Gimme the breakdown," I replied as I maneuvred my bike in between the two warring parties. Saturday traffic gave us some well needed space. I don't want to worry about motorists. Not when I try to stop the enforcers.

"The cops have completely surrounded the end of the tunnel. You have to hold off the enforcers while the paddy gets there. Oh, there's a speeding truck on your twelve."

"Get out of the way!" I was so focused on gaining head way. I almost missed the honking of a dump truck. I swerved out of the way at the last second. My cat-like reflexes saving me. The gaps between the buildings narrowed. The highway quickly descended into a tunnel supported by many pillars. The night sky disappeared as we went under concrete.

The Enforcers didn't seem to be getting any headway of their own in killing Ulfrich. The men fired concussive blasts from advanced weapons. I knew the Big Head's men always get cutting edge equipment but how did they get those? The paddywagon didn't bulge though, it was too well built for that. At this rate, stopping the enforcers would be easy. I was forced to eat my thoughts when the leader of the gang, a man wearing a blank face mask grabbed a rocket launcher and aimed it at the wagon. I instantly recognized the mask and knew who he was. He was Solomon Faust, one of the Big Head's main men. He chuckled wickedly and fired a missile past me.

Bang.

The paddywagon immediately slowed down to create a gap and the missile sizzled pass it by mere inches. The missile crashed against a pillar and took out that section of the tunnel. These hoodlums were going to bring the roof down on us like the pharoahs of olden. The escort had been lucky to escape unhurt. I wasn't going to let the luck run out.

Solomon Faust regained his posture and steadied his aim. The armored bus changed lanes before I could get aboard. Solomon picked his spot and I knew he was going to hit home this time. For a man with the ability to summon the abilities of any animal, I couldn't think of anything in the animal kingdom to handle the stunt I was about to pull.

The African Elephant.

There was a loud trumpeting and the brown outline of a mammoth could be seen around me as I mimicked the heavy land creature. Mr Solomon fired the launcher. I was about to get blasted to thy kingdom come. I jumped off my bike before my weight could crush it and threw myself in front of the bus to meet the missile in mid air.

I've never felt so much pain.

The explosion swallowed me and the thirty kiloton force sent me flying across the highway. I would have gotten smashed to bits on the tunnel walls if I hadn't reacted fast.

The Peruvian Jaguar.

I growled like a big cat and quickly used my imaginary claws to catch the Paddywagon before I was flung unto the walls. The wagon wobbled as my weight gave it trouble. I struggled blindly to stay on the wagon, almost upsetting it. I couldn't bear to open my eyes because of the heat. The abilities I summoned were mostly exaggerated when I used them 'cause I didn't see how an elephant would be able to take a thirty pound missile to the chest and live to tell the tale.

"We got shot at with a bazooka. We should be dead Marko," said the officer who was riding shotgun in between gasps.

"Man in black and brown jumped and took our missile to the chest. Should be Totem, he saved us," said the driver.

I felt dizzy and was losing my grip on the paddywagon. I have to stay on but my strength was failing me. I wanted to return to my human state, that would actually kill me but it would take the pain away. You are better this, Noah.

Pieces of shrapnel ripped into my skin, I had multiple cuts, broken bones, sixth degree burns and a badly torn body suit, my mask was also broken. It's a miracle I survived. I let go of the wagon and hit the ground. The wagon was too fast for me to hold onto. It gained some speed on the armored bus. They were almost out of the tunnels now.

The cars plying the lane where I laid mostly came to a stop. Motorists gathered round me to take a look. Some medics arrived in an ambulance. I was seeing three and six of them at the same time and I couldn't move. They placed an oxygen mask over my mouth and pumped. The crowd started clapping and rejoicing on hearing that I was still alive.

It felt good. I began to drift into unconsciousness but I wasn't afraid. I summoned the healing powers of the Australian Blue Tongued Lizard with the last atom of energy I could muster. I wasn't afraid of losing my motorcycle, it was mechanically rigged to come get me from the press of a button on my suit. I wasn't afraid of being cut up or the doctors discovering who I am. I trust these people and they love me. For me, these are the moments that make a hero.


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[quote author=DaVinci24 post=48488698]Chapter One

Hero (plural heroes): a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or ability; figuratively, a metahuman who has chosen to go into heroics. Synonyms: super, superhero, mask, cape.

Jolson's Superhuman Enchiridion

-NOAH

I rode into the war party on the Ashland Expressway like a bat out of hell. An armored bus carrying armed men had its doors open and the men were discharging their weapons on a paddywagon escorted by a police car. Two squad cars, one lying on 21st Abbey and the other on East Hoover, both burning brightly served as evidence to the havoc of the men. I only managed to save the officers inside. It was a bad time to be one of those cops.

My night actually started on a high note . I was having coffee and scorched for dinner with a beautiful lady I hoped to start something with. We were at the homely confines of the CC Legolas. The fresh scent of cappuccino filled the air.

I was making my moves on the racy brunette when the call came. It was about Ulfrich Blake, a mobster who agreed to testify against his crime boss, Arkadin Lyakhov. The so called 'Big Head of crime' now wanted him silenced. The mob enforcers were sent to intercept his transport paddywagon.

"Okay, I'm on my way," I pocketed my phone and stood up. My date had a scared look on her face.

"I gotta go, Nancy."

"Noah, you're ditching me on a first date?" My eyes turned to meet her sad ones. She held my hand while we made eye contact.

"It's an emergency, I need to be on the crime scene," I wasn't lying, being a Private Eye for a day job made sure of that.

I still can't recall the number of times and women I've used this excuse on. Nancy let go of my hand, I dipped my the hand into my coat and dropped a wad of dollar bills on the table. I started making my way out of the brightly lit cafe. Deep down, I knew lovely Nancy would never give me a second chance. It was a price I had to pay. It's a shame how superheroes don't often end half of their dates. This was my responsibility as the Totem. Although the city had a couple of emergency teams with supers on them, My identity name was always the first to pop up when there was a crisis.

The September chill nipped around the edges of my coat the sooner I got out. The coat went flying off, into a garbage can where I would pick up it up. If a homeless person didn't take it as a parting gift. That was a nice coat, Bernini. I broke into a run headed for my parking spot. My uniform was exposed. A couple of people caught sight of the sleek looking two piece supersuit. The black top was a body fitting Kevlar top suit on which an outstretched brown 'T' sat, it was attached to a pair of brown spandex shorts by a silver utility belt. My impressive physique added a powerful tone to it. They simply awed, I was the man they recognized as Totem.

What possesses a person, already a freak to begin with, to put on a special suit and mask and let people give him a funny name? Alright, I will agree that there are good reasons for the mask. And the codename. But the rest? What are we, ten?

I jumped on my gear laden motorcycle, put on my black mask before disappearing into the night.

"Totem, I have eyes on the armored bus and paddywagon, what's your status?" A female voice asked through the comm on my mask. I christened her Eyeball. She was my guide, monitoring me through a series of screens from our supposedly secret base. I learned the hard way that it wasn't wisdom to blindly rush into danger.

"I'm in their midst, Eyeball. Gimme the breakdown," I replied as I maneuvred my bike in between the two warring parties. Saturday traffic gave us some well needed space. I don't want to worry about motorists. Not when I try to stop the enforcers.

"The cops have completely surrounded the end of the tunnel. You have to hold off the enforcers while the paddy gets there. Oh, there's a speeding truck on your twelve."

"Get out of the way!" I was so focused on gaining head way. I almost missed the honking of a dump truck. I swerved out of the way at the last second. My cat-like reflexes saving me. The gaps between the buildings narrowed. The highway quickly descended into a tunnel supported by many pillars. The night sky disappeared as we went under concrete.

The Enforcers didn't seem to be getting any headway of their own in killing Ulfrich. The men fired concussive blasts from advanced weapons. I knew the Big Head's men always get cutting edge equipment but how did they get those? The paddywagon didn't bulge though, it was too well built for that. At this rate, stopping the enforcers would be easy. I was forced to eat my thoughts when the leader of the gang, a man wearing a blank face mask grabbed a rocket launcher and aimed it at the wagon. I instantly recognized the mask and knew who he was. He was Solomon Faust, one of the Big Head's main men. He chuckled wickedly and fired a missile past me.

Bang.

The paddywagon immediately slowed down to create a gap and the missile sizzled pass it by mere inches. The missile crashed against a pillar and took out that section of the tunnel. These hoodlums were going to bring the roof down on us like the pharoahs of olden.
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