by Billy Miner
“Dad!” I shouted as I ran towards him and gave him a hug.
“Good to see you, Angela. Hi, honey, good to be back. So tell me, what’s happening here?”
“Oh, mom and I are just going to the ice cream shop,” I said. “Wanna join us?”
“Are you kidding? I love ice cream!” my dad said. We grabbed the car keys and held the door open for us.
“Ladies,” he said elegantly.
I was so happy! This turned out to be one of the best days of my life!
THE END
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Minecraft Superhero
A Real Minecraft Superhero
By Billy Miner
Copyright @2015
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Contents:
Introduction
Chapter 1: Seeing Is Foreseeing
Chapter 2: The Truth about Fame
Chapter 3: Everyday Life
Chapter 4: A Need for Speed
Chapter 5: Impending Doom
Chapter 6: Panic
Chapter 7: Fight!
Chapter 8: Disaster Is in the Air
Chapter 9: Déjà Vu
Introduction
Rasheed is different. He is special. He has the ability to do things that others can’t. Because of his gift, he wants to contribute. He has a mission. His sole purpose seems to protect others, but his character is tested when something appears that surpasses all the trials he has ever faced.
The complicated unfolding of events has placed Rasheed in a terrible position. He is surprised by his adversaries, something that rarely happens, but this time, he has to solve the puzzle which contains a series of interconnected themes in the past, present, and future.
Read or listen to the story of a superhero who overcomes severe obstacles and comes off conqueror, showing himself and the world what he is made of.
Chapter 1: Seeing Is Foreseeing
He grew up in a friendly environment, with people from all different backgrounds, races, upbringings, religions, skin color, or financial situations. The Coalmine City was a decent place, with a relatively small population. It was peaceful there, and nothing shocking or problematic ever happened, except for on extremely rare occasions.
But things have changed.
A lot.
The inhabitants have changed.
Everything is different now.
Everything is worse than it used to be.
In fact, a lot of things are going terribly wrong.
Skyscrapers decorate the skies like gigantic interrupters of peace, portraying hundreds of lights at night and a chaotic crowd during the day. Sirens are heard regularly, and the state of the city is neglected by the local police, who are in desperate need of a valiant vigilante to come to the rescue when they cannot.
Rasheed is black. His parents were immigrants, as were many others in the previous generation. He is 22 years old and in the prime of his life. He loves being young and energetic, with the freedom to go wherever you want whenever you want. His newfound gift has been incredibly beneficial to himself and those around him.
Recently, he concluded what he sensed all along: He can foretell the future. Not like a fortune teller or some kind of soothsayer. Astrology has never interested him in the least.
No, Rasheed has the ability to feel what is happening before it does. It usually doesn’t include everything, and the future always changes, but a certain intuitive hunch has always helped him understand the connection between what happens in the present and what the consequences in the near future are, more than others who have similar insights. In this way, he can somehow predict some of the most imminent events and the actions of others as a result of their intentions and previous experiences.
Rasheed noticed he was different when he won games and sports, and when people started asking him things like, “How did you know that?” and “Did you just read my mind or something?”
Things that happened were seen before they took place, and the strong hunch he got every time some danger or threat came his way, was more than mere coincidence, or so he figured. Now he is armed with a strong self-confidence and a knowledge of his special skills.
After pondering what he would do with these extraordinary feelings, he decided that he would use it to help out others.
“Anyone with more possibilities should go beyond the regular and use those options for the good of other people,” he reasoned.
Examples abound. He is determined to save some individual here and there, just to make the city a safer place. In order to protect his identity, he wears a mask and a superhero outfit. He doesn’t want his rescue efforts and his heroic endeavors stand in the way of his everyday life as a simple citizen.
Last week, for instance, a block caught fire. The cause of it, they found out later, was a housewife who mistakenly let her dinner burn while spending hours on the phone and forgetting on the frying pan on the stove. The fire spread to various other homes next to her. Fire trucks arrived within a small time period, and panicking individuals ran from the houses.
“Is anyone else in there, madam?” one of the firemen asked another civilian.
“I don’t know. I just came out because of the smoke,” the woman said anxiously. “I thought I was going to die. I’m so glad I am safe, but how terrible.”
The fireman approached another woman.
“Is anybody in those buildings?” he asked.
“Oh, thank goodness. You’re here! Please rescue my daughter,” she cried. “I was trying to get her, but a burning beam fell between us. I told her I would get help as quickly as I could. Please hurry!”
“Understood. We’ll do what we can, madam,” the fireman said. “Hey you, you, and you! Follow me into that building. Bring the fire distinguishers. Quickly. There’s a girl in there. We need to take her out promptly.”
“Yes, sir.”
The four firemen grabbed their equipment and ran towards the building. Inside it was a mess. Smoke was everywhere, and objects w
ere burning all around them. There was only a small chance this girl would be alive anyway, but at least they had to do their best they thought.
Arriving in the rooms, they could hardly see anything, despite their masks.
“There’s no way to get through,” one of them said.
“I don’t even know where to go. We have to watch out or one of us will die here as well,” another said.
“Ugh… ughh… can you guys see anyone?”
“There! It’s a… wait a minute… that can’t be a little girl. Are you seeing this?”
“Hey mister, what are you doing in here? Get out before you can! This place is going to collapse!”
But the shady figure didn’t move. He stood there, waiting as if he expected something to happen within seconds. Then it happened. The ceiling fell down and surrounded the young man with its pieces of burning debris. He still stood there. He didn’t move a muscle.
“No, it can’t be,” one of the fireman said, widening the pupils in his eyes while staring at the scene in front of him.
“Unbelievable,” another said.
“Did you just see that? It was as if he knew exactly where the broken ceiling was going to fall. He didn’t even get scraped!”
“Something’s wrong,” the head fireman said.
Before they could say another word, the young man used the same broken ceiling parts to pull himself up to the second floor and vanish from the sight of the firemen. What he was doing they could only guess, but the smoke was becoming too thick and the flames were about to melt their special suits. They couldn’t stand the heat anymore.
“We have to go,” one of the firemen said.
“We can’t. What about the girl?”
“We did our best. There’s nothing left to do here. I realize how tragic it is to leave her alone, but perhaps we can find another way in. We have to exit the building. Follow me.”
The firemen stepped out of the burning edifice and walked around it to find a different way to enter it. All to no avail. It looked like the building was done for, and with that everyone inside as well.
The mother was crying. There was no consoling her. She refused to be comforted. She felt guiltier than ever. Why did she ever leave her daughter when she was her only hope?
“What kind of a mother am I?” she said in sorrow.
“The kind that tries to save her own life, madam…” the fireman answered. But before he went on, he realized that every word would just add to her depressive state. He didn’t blame her at all. If only there were a way this could have been prevented, he thought. It was too late now. They tried and they failed miserably. This is the part of the job he hated so much.
But then there was a noise.
Everybody looked into the direction of the building, lifting their gaze with a renewed, tiny particle of hope. The vapors were thick, but the image soon became clearer. The young man emerged from the flames and the smoking air, holding the living daughter of the grieving mother in his arms. Mouths fell open, hearts started beating faster, and the mother of the girl came running at this mysterious rescuer, thanking him and feeling grateful she could carry her breathing offspring in her arms.
“Thank you,” she said. “Whoever you are, I will always be grateful.”
“You’re welcome,” the black guy with the mask said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other things to do.”
With that, he ran off.
“Wait,” the mother said, reaching out her one hand.
But the hero had disappeared. However he pulled that off, the firemen would never understand it. The odds were so much against him that they considered it a miracle, and so did the relieved mother.
This was just the first of many important acts to come.
Another case was less adventurous but equally dramatic. The media was all over it. The moment was tense, and the crowd was anxious. Cameras were being held by a dozen people, attempting to get a good angle or a decent shot at the unfolding scene. Oohs and aahs were uttered by many as the masses stared up at a single man on the edge of a building balcony, some one hundred feet above the ground.
“Don’t do it!” they were yelling.
“It’s not worth it! Think about it!”
The shouting voices were nothing but muffled echoes in the distance. The man didn’t care. He had had it. It was over. What else did he have to live for? His wife left him and his dire financial situation was impossible to improve. His self-esteem was shattered, as were his purpose and his perspective on happiness itself. He was going to jump. It would be better this way, he told himself. Nobody would lament the loss of his useless life. He was certain of that.
Coworkers stood helplessly by in the windows, not daring to come near the dangerous edge of the edifice. They wanted to prevent this useless act of despair more than anything they held dear at that moment, but their incompetence had no boundaries. They just didn’t have the guts to jump to the rescue.
However, the same masked hero appeared again in this seemingly hopeless scenario. Determined to save this man’s life, he leaped up the stairs, sprinting as if his own life depended on it. After reaching the distressed man, he climbed on the edge of the balcony and stood there, next to him and beckoning him to grab his hand.
“What for?” the man said. “My life is pointless anyway. I have no reason to live.”
“You know that’s not true,” Rasheed said. “I dare you to name three people who at least care about you enough to live.”
“Are you kidding?” the man asked. “Nobody cares about me.”
“What about all those people down there?” Rasheed asked.
“They don’t care. They just want the news to be spectacular enough to get more viewers to watch their channel.”
“Well, what about your coworkers?” Rasheed asked, pointing at his colleagues in the window.
“I don’t think they would be devastated if I died,” the man said with tears in his eyes.
“What about your children? Do you have any children?” Rasheed asked.
The man paused. He couldn’t control his emotions. He felt abandoned and lonely, but the loving kids who visited him every weekend were crazy about him despite his flaws. He knew that for sure. He broke down and cried.
“You know what? You’re right. Life is tough, but I do have something to live for,” he said.
“Then grab my hand,” Rasheed insisted. “And we’ll get you the psychological help you need.”
The man reached out and tried to grab Rasheed’s hand.
But he slipped.
He was about to fall anyway, but not on purpose.
It was a scary moment for everyone who was watching. But not for Rasheed. His brain calculated every inch that would move in the near future. He knew where the man was going to hold on and where he was going to let go. In an instant, Rasheed bent over and grabbed the wrist of the slipping man, balancing himself and the victimized individual perfectly before pulling him over the edge and helping him back inside.
People clapped. They were happy this possibly tragic scene had ended well, at least in the sense that there was still hope for this desperate soul. People came at the man and embraced him, thanked Rasheed, and organized a way for the man to rest and get help. Rasheed wasn’t going to walk down and give a speech. He knew the price of fame, so he disappeared out the back door.
There is one more story worth mentioning before expanding on the main crisis this hero found himself in, and that’s a bank robbery.
It happened on a Saturday afternoon. He was sitting on a terrace, taking small sips while enjoying a cool glass of juice. The day was bright and warm. Nothing seemed to indicate the threatening circumstances the people in his close environment would soon be in.
Rasheed saw it all happening before it did though. He foresaw the three gentlemen in suits, hiding their faces behind insidious masks as they would barge into the bank on the other side of the street within minutes.
He wouldn’t let them.
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br /> This was his moment of bravery.
Out of the blue he stood up and walked towards the bank.
“Can I help you, sir?” someone behind the counter asked.
“Ssshhh…” Rasheed said, holding his finger in front of his mouth.
He hid behind a pillar of the expensive, luxurious interior of the company, waiting for the anticipated villains to enter the lobby. His predictions were right. Pulling guns out of their bags, the trio announced their reason for interrupting.
Shooting in the air, they said, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are here to take the money which is rightfully ours. Move and you die. Stay still, shut up, and you’ll live. If we can just all cooperate, nobody will get harmed.
The typical thing that always happens was something Rasheed saw before it happened as well.
“Hey, don’t try to be a hero,” one of the robbers would say, looking over and seeing an employee reach for his cell phone.
Tagadagadack!
He would shoot the man in the chest with his machine gun.
It didn’t really happen, but it was about to happen. It wasn’t too late yet. Rasheed knew it. Within a flash of a second, he turned around the sturdy column he was leaning his back against and elbowed the robber in his throat. The startled bandit immediately dropped his weapon and fell over. The other two turned around, but it was too late. Rasheed had already vanished behind another wall.
“Where did he go?” one of them asked in a scared voice.
“Are you playing games? Show yourself!” the other yelled.
Rasheed didn’t need a mirror. He didn’t need a reflecting surface or someone signaling him when it was safe to attack. He knew exactly when the two robbers would turn the other way, and he waited for the precise moment to strike. After about ten seconds, this is what happened and with the back of their heads facing his direction, the way was free to grab their heads and bash them against each other.