Not Your Average Heroes

"Ugh...I don't know who you all are, but thanks." I say, as I raise myself to my feet, carefully watching the three figures who remain in the shadows.

 

"Yes, thank you." Mom echoes as she lightly dusts herself off, showing no ill-effects from the brush with the two would-be muggers. She puts an arm around my shoulder, the three figures remaining silent as if watching us. "Well," Mom continues, clearing her throat as she takes a small step forward, "There must be some way we can repay you all for helping us out."

 

"Think nothing of it m'am. All in a days work." The lead shadow figure replies as he takes a step forward into the dim light of the alley mouth.

 

"Really, I must insis-.." My mom's breath catches in her throat as the three figures emerge. I feel my own heart rate pound on my chest as the identity of our rescuers is revealed by dim yellow street lighting.

 

"You....you're not human!?" Mom gasps.

 

"I guess you could say that." Admits one of them.

 

"You..you're...I-I can't handle thi-unghhhh...." With a soft sigh my Mother slumps against me as she passes out. I just about manage to catch her limp form before it hits the wet tarmac.

 

"Mom! Mom!"

 

"Aw, she's no fun! She fainted!"