I really don’t remember when all this started. Anyways it has been some while now. It has affected our lives so much. After it came, we lost everything we had. I never proposed to that girl who smiles at me everyday when we meet at the flower shop. I don’t see her now. It has been long since I stopped my job hunting. We stopped the hunt. We are in a different hunt now.
No luck again. We are on a mission. A mission to make this world a better place. For everyone. Someone is showing us the way. But we don’t know how. we don’t know who. However I can say that he is from a different dimension. Maybe a fourth dimension which is beyond our understanding. We have split into teams now. It is a matter of life and death. Our life. Maybe Somebody else’s also.
All this started for me when I moved into this house some time back. I was looking for a job then after my not so successful academic career. The fact that I am a superhero with a hockey stick doesn’t help me a bit. They don’t have a job for a superhero who saves the world. According to them, I will end up taking too many leaves and there will be mysterious disappearances. We never signed any pact to be superheroes. But the people expect us to be there when they need us. They expect us to know everything that is happening here…
Kids are shouting “Look, there, they are, the [Beep]
In a way we change the world. We change it everyday. We prevent anything bad that is going to happen to this world. Someday all those theories of physics and those theories of existence will come up against us. This world will not survive if we the FireFighters turn up everywhere and fight the fire that threaten to consume this world. We might be going against the laws of nature but as I always say, we are on a mission. A mission to make this world a better place.
We have it now. No one has any clue but about what it is. No one needs to know. Its our secret. This is just a part of our day. A daily routine. One day it might blow up.We might pull the wrong wire and it migh all end. We can even end up right in front of them waiting to pull the trigger. But its not today. Today we live!
It is not me. It is not my friends. The house is not haunted Atleast we think it is not haunted. The problem is the newspaper. The only edition. We get the only edition everyday. It is printed for the next day. It is printed even on National Holidays. It reaches us even if we don’t want it to reach. We tried everything. Watching from roof top, Surveillance cameras, watch dogs, everything. No luck. We got to find out where it comes from. We are hiding in the bushes now. Not together. We are in strategic positions. We have our own signals. We think we are as good as SWAT. We have our hockey sticks.
