Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 79

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 79

“I understand you’re the man in charge,” SergeantDawson states more than asks.

“Um, yeah, I guess.” Great job, I think to myself. Way to act confident.
I can see that the one-time soldier has his doubts in me, but he doesn’t voice them. I like him already.
“Mind if I get this group in some kind of order?” I nod, and he turns and starts yelling out orders. The sports teams ‘Fall-In’ in quick order, likely because they’re used to taking orders from coaches. The various friends see what’s happening, and figure it out as well. Once everyone is lined up in loose rows, Dawson turns back to me and salutes.
“They’re all yours, sir.”
I return the salute better this time, and say, “Thank you, Sergeant Dawson.” I look past him, and see that 144 eyes are looking back at me. In the back of my mind, I realize that that’s twelve squared, but focus on the right now.
Yeah, right now, with all of those people waiting on me to say. . . something. My mouth goes dry, and I have to swallow to get enough moisture worked into it to speak.

“I don’t know what you’ve been told,” I start out, and think that as far as speech beginnings go, it sU-Cks, “but an alien race of bokoharms will be here in a few days to destroy the human race.” Murmurs break out, and I have to lift my voice to be heard over them. “Another race has come to help us, and has already helped us. Some of you may have heard, or seen things happening around me, that didn’t make sense at the time.”

Everyone grows quiet, and waits for me to continue. “I have the ability to change the quantum state of things around me, and I plan to use that ability to stop the bokoharms, before they get to Earth.”
Thank you Emmanuella for that terminology.
“Prove it!” someone yells from the crowd, and there’s a general sound of agreement from many others.

Dawson seems embarrassed from the behavior of his formation, but I know that they’re not trained soldiers.

“Who said that?” I call out, and people start to shuffle, but no one moves forward. “If you don’t have the courage to face me after yelling that, how will you find the courage to fight the bokoharms?” Calling someone a coward is the best way to stiffen their backbone.

A large man, who I think is from the hockey team, finally steps out, and I look him up and down. He is easily twice my width and a good foot taller as well. He’s also ugly as sin.
“What’s your name?” I ask, smiling up at the big man.

He glares down at me, trying to intimidate me, but he doesn’t scare me.

“Daniel Forbes,” he growls.

“Are you by any chance related to Special Agent Forbes?” I ask, already able to see the resemblance. He grunts affirmatively. “Good,” I tell him, and uncertainty enters his eyes. I’m tempted to do something mean to him, in retribution for the way his mother treated me, but I know that she was only doing her job. “Your voice sounds like you’re a basso.” He nods again, and I make an easy switch, and flip it up.
“Why don’t you tell everyone about that great win in your last game, and how you helped pull it off?”

Getting a jock to brag is the easiest thing in the world, I think, as he turns to the group.
“Paul passed me the puck. . .” he trails off, as his new falsetto voice comes out. “What did you do to me,” he literally squeaks.

I flip his voice box in the opposite direction, further than where it had originally been, and say, “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”
Grabbing the front of my shirt, he actually lifts me off the ground, and brings my nose up to his. His brows are knit together, and I know he’s angry, but I don’t let my smile slip.
“I want you to change my voice back!” a very deep baritone rumbles from his chest, and he drops me in surprise.

I change his voice back, well, maybe keeping it a little deeper, just for the embarrassment I’ve caused, and tell him to get back into the formation. “Anyone else want to test me?” I ask, and am met with only silent, wide-eyed stares and attentive readers….
“Good. Now, then, as I was saying, I’m going to use my ability against them. What I want from you, are boarding parties. Your job will be to infiltrate their ships, and take them over.”
“How do you expect us to do that?” someone else yells.

“With the help of these other aliens, you will be trained, and become proficient in what you’ll need to do, within a couple days.”
“Like, how do we know we can trust these other aliens?” A feminine voice rings out, and I recognize Serena William’s snobbish tone. I also hear Richard trying to shush her, but she has a valid question and am very well ready to answer any sort of question coming from any of my HERO TEAM members.