Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 45

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 45

Prof Jane steps back then, and a look of horror crosses her face, but I stop it, before she can say anything.

“No one knows what happened in here,” I assure her. “Our secret is safe.”
She looks at me dubiously, “How. . .?” then shakes her head, and gets dressed in rapid order.
Once Jane is fully presentable, I lean into her ear, and whisper, “I expect you to keep teaching. You won’t regret it.”
She looks me deep in the eyes, before blinking, and seeming to come back to herself. “I expect you won’t miss any of my Math Club practices, Mister Smith?”
I smile as the professor façade returns. She’s going to be alright. I wish her the best of luck, and leave her office. I get a few glances from some of the students, but am quickly forgotten when there is a commotion outside the classroom.
Running out, I have to grab someone to find out what’s going on.
“Something’s happening outside,” is all the response I get, before I’m swept along in a tide of students heading for the exterior doors.
The sun hits my eyes, and combining that with the white snow all over the ground, I’m momentarily blinded, as a communal gasp sounds around me. Blinking to clear my eyes, I start looking around to see what the fuss is about.
And almost Shtt myself.
Floating a few feet off the ground are a couple of older teenagers, maybe eighteen or nineteen, one boy, and from the familial resemblance, I’m guessing his sister. In one of his hands is a floating fireball. She is scanning the crowd, and her eyes look odd, as if. . . yes, her eyes are the color and reflectiveness of chrome. Around each of their necks is a necklace that appears to be made of some type of clear gemstones, each one about the size of my thumb. They both have on white shirts and white pants, with matching shoes. Her hair is red, and tied back into a ponytail, his dark brown and cropped close to his head.

The girl’s eyes land on me, and I shiver. It’s almost as if I can physically feel her gaze. Her hand lifts and she points at me, and then both siblings are looking at me, and there is no mistaking the s£nsat!on that spreads across my skin.

They land softly on the ground, and start walking towards me. The smile that graces their lips would look peaceful, if not for the flickering glow of the man’s fireball reflecting off of them.
There is no possible way that even I could predict what they do next.
“Prepare for trouble,” says the girl.
“Make it double,” the boy follows up.
I groan, as the rest becomes predictable.
“To protect the world from devastation,”
“To unite all people within our nation,”
“To denounce the evil of truth and love,”
“To extend our reach to the stars above,”
“Emmanuella,”
“Emmanuel,”
“Team rocket blasts off at the speed of light,”
“Surrender now or prepare to fight,”
I stumble mentally when I don’t hear the final line delivered.

That can’t really be their names, can it?
“Pokemon?” I ask, trying to keep the derision out of my voice. “Really?” I can tell they’re dangerous, and likely another one of the alien’s experiments.
“We’ve been given god-given powers to cleanse the world of evil-doers like you,” Emmanuel snarls at me. I try hard not to laugh at the way he worded that statement.

Emmanuela fingers the necklace around her neck, before saying, “Each of these is a fallen soul. Each one is someone who’ve gained their powers from the devil.”
Great, I think, religious fanatics.

“Submit to us now, and we will make your death painless,” Emmanuel spouts, and I realize these lines are rehearsed. If what she said is true, and each clear gem is another person with the gene that the alien’s were activating, then they’ve already taken out quite a few people.

Only now, do I realize that there is a large gathering surrounding us, and that I’m no longer on the edge of the group.
People are looking from the Rocket twins to me, and back again.

Most of them likely think this is some performance being put on by the drama department. They don’t know the danger they’re in. Before I can think to warn the crowd to get away, Emmanuela speaks up.

“Answer our demand now, or we will assume your response.”

I start to form a switch, in an attempt to turn off their abilities, but the girl with the strange chrome eyes shouts,
“Watch out brother, he’s attacking!”
Without any further warning, Emmanuel throws the fireball he’s been holding at me, and I have to dodge to the side, landing hard on the snow packed ground. I also lose the switch I’d been preparing.

The crowd “oohs,” as a tower of flame goes up where I’d just been standing. Don’t they understand the danger? I can see that those closest to the pillar are backing away uncertainly, shielding their faces from the heat.
“It’s not too late to come to the light,” Emmanuel informs me, and I can see him preparing another fireball.