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   the hero☆

Breyden was very bored.

It wasn't a very hard thing to achieve to be perfectly honest, almost everything bored him now days. Even Ellie with the huge hair and the equally high voice who had been a novelty to him and all his friends just a few weeks back had now become a painfully boring chore for him.

He would have broken up with her if he had actually something substantial to do after.

So he sat opposite his supposed girlfriend, under everyone's envious stares at the one decent cafe in the sad excuse of the town he lived in.

"-so I told Jason to like back off you know?" Ellie continued,"I mean it's nice and all but still totally wrong, right Breyden?"

"Err yeah totally Ellie." He said.

She scrunched her nose,"It's Emma you jerk!"

Oh right, because Ellie was last week. He could have probably thought of a way to apologise to her, kissing worked very well in situations like these but he just couldn't get himself to care.

Yeah that had been happening a lot lately. So Ellie-Emma whatever walked out dramatically in slow motion obviously hoping that Braden followed her.

She was sorely disappointed.

The old him would have probably cared more but right now he couldn't be bothered with anything other than finding a way to end this never ending torturous boredom.

And trying to get her back would just be as tortorous.

Breyden sighed.

According to his shrinks he was depressed suffering from other various kinds of tongue twisting names of disorders and diseases that Breyden couldn't be bothered to remember because he knew exactly what he was suffering from.

He was suffering from being stuck on this godamn planet with humans whose only redeemable quality was that they invented noise cancelling headphones so he wouldn't have to listen to the other members of his species all the time.

The ride home was an uninteresting one, most things now days were. Even his car which was an impressive 2012 Camaro failed to excite him anymore.

Which in turn was just sad.

"Dad B is home!"

Before he had even a chance to react his little sister had pounced on him making him stumble back. He had to scramble to get a grip on her so that she didn't just slide of.

"Darcy." He said blowing her brown hair off his face and trying to balance her on one hand while using the other to position her correctly in his arms,"I am not an amusement park ride. This so totally not cool."

Darcy huffed as Breyden carried her up to the house. It didn't take Breyden much to carry her. She was a nine year old who barely weighed anything.

"No its awesome B!" She said excitedly.

Breyden inwardly noted that her word of the day had switched from cool to awesome.

"Dad I'm home!" Breyden called out as he entered the hallway of the house. Despite being big there was one thing he had always liked about his house, that it never felt empty.

His mother had made sure of that.

Pictures documenting almost every moment of both Breyden and Darcy's lives plastered the walls in neat elegant frames telling a story.

The one in the front hall previously used to be a montage of Breyden's greatest hits but when Darcy came along he had insisted that her pictures be put instead.

His father appeared giving Breyden his usual, you're home, I'm glad you're not dead yet look.

For most people this would be a cold interaction the kind where they barely tolerated eachother but for Breyden and his father this was a way of communicating in their own language.

While Breyden had clearly inherited his mother looks, her copper colored hair and bright blue eyes, he had most definitely gotten his father's personality.

A reserved personality that was usually interpreted as rude to others along with very little regard to personal safety. It was a cliché overused, loner bad boy stereotype personality which the numerous amounts of complains from his teachers and shrinks nor his bike helped improving.

But he'd seen his father and just how deep his loyalty and love lay for the both of them and Breyden could only hope to scratch the surface of that.

"How was school?" His Dad asked as they all went to the dining hall. It was a tradition for the three of them, to convene around their large dining table and talk about Breyden and Darcy's day at school. Their father usually worked from home apart from the monthly buisness trips he had.

Darcy started immediately about school, she chattered on about the tough life of being a fourth grader while both Breyden and his father did their best to keep up with her.

Breyden's doctor may have called him cold and withdrawn with an inability to emphatize (she wasn't impressed when he told her that she made him sound like Darth Vader using the voice and all) but he didn't care to be honest because deep down he knew he cared, though he didn't care for far too many things, he cared about the things that mattered.

And the two things that really mattered were right in front of him.

"B how was your day?" Darcy asked looking up at him her blue eyes shining hopefully.

Breyden let out a grin,"It was awesome.  Had the best day ever."

Darcy was young but even she wasn't dumb, she had this uncanny ability of seeing right through him just like his mother did. If she was here she would give him her famous, don't you dare bullshit me look.

But she wasn't. 

His father knew he was lying but he wasn't the pushy, you should open up to me type and Darcy well, even she had learned by now that Breyden had this annoying habit of painting the picture as perfectly as he could in front of her for her sake.

So they talked about other things, with Darcy leading conversations.  They steered off the obvious topics, mom, Breyden and his various issues and who would win a fight a giant spider or a giant lizard.

You would not believe the arguments that one had caused.

The rest of the day went as any other day in the Parrish really went. They all went to their different rooms each settling into their own way of dealing with their obvious grief.

His father usually went over to the library saying that he was going to get some new material to read. But he fooled neither Darcy nor Breyden with his excuse when they both knew that he would only be poring over either one of two books, both of them their mothers favourites. 

Darcy would go play with dolls. More specifically she would play with a barbie whose hair was falling out and whose one eye was gouged out. She had an entire dollhouse filled with prettier better dolls but no, she treasured that one over all others because it was the gift that her mom who had given her on her sixth birthday a mere day before she had died.  So Darcy had been through a lot with that doll, she had taken her frustrations out on it, she had cried in front of it and she had secretly wished on it to give her back the one thing she couldn't have.

Breyden never told her this but her babysitter had broken her doll three months back. It was a mistake but the damage had been done.  That had been one of the only days that they had deviated from their usual day to day routine apart from their usual family outings over the weekend.

Breyden and his dad had plotted quickly and his dad had taken Darcy out to distract her while Breyden hunted down a similar doll.

After a long tedious afternoon filled with toy stores with incredibley annoying toddlers he finally found the right doll and rushed home to carve out its eye and pluck it's hair so that it looked exactly like her doll.

Darcy still hadn't been able to tell the difference but none the less Breyden had kept the broken pieces of the original doll at the back of his cupboard.

Breyden's usual day would probably go to his room practice his basic kickboxing moves out on his punching bag to try to get his anger out. Then very pointedly ignore his guitar and piano and then go out to do something incredibley stupid and dangerous. It would mostly involve his bike or his skateboard or maybe even both. But he always backed down in the last moment thinking about his sister and his father.

So he would go back to being bored.

But sometimes only sometimes he would let himself admit it that the relief he saw on his father's eyes everytime he came home in one piece was worth it.

And that was how like any other ordinary day the fairly uneventful day of November 23rd passed. 

That was until three am in the night.

"B."

"B."

"B!"

Groaning Breyden pulled himself put of his slumber to stare at his little sister standing in front of him.

"Darcy why are you awake right now?" Breyden said groggily.

"I think an angel fell."

That got his attention. He quickly switched on the lamp and turned his gaze back to his sister who was still in her pink Minnie mouse pajamas.

"An angel fell?" He asked confused. His sister was young but she was smarter than most people her age if not all of them. Sometimes she picked up on things even Breyden failed to.

"From the sky." She said and then repated,"An angel fell from he sky into the woods."

"Darce there is no such thing as-"

"B I know what I saw, please can you take me to it?" She begged,"Please. They say that you can ask a fallen angel for a wish and they have to grant it. "

Immediately Breyden knew what she would ask,  hell if there were such things as fallen angels all three of them would only ask for one thing 

One totally impossible wish.

"Darce I know it's hard to hear but things like that aren't real, like we talked about this. When I told you about Santa Claus?"

She scoffed,"Obviously Santa Clause is not real. Dad is a terrible Santa Clause plus we don't even have a chimney. But this time I know what I saw B!"

Breyden sighed.

"Please B! Please! I still have hope and mom always told me to have hope and believe in myself. So please believe me."

If there was one thing Breyden could absolutely not say no to it was was when his sister begged him to do something. He just couldn't.

Which was why when she pulled out the big guns he was already on his feet getting ready and then ushering Darcy into her room so that she could get into some warm clothes.

Dad would probably kill him for their unexpected night stroll but there was no backing down now.

"Darcy one hour." He said,"Okay? Only one hour and you hold my hand at all times and if we don't find it we come home."

She nodded.

So they set off on their late night/it's to early to say it's morning stroll.

And it turned out Darcy was right. Something had fallen from the sky creating a huge crater just a mile south in the woods from their house. 

"Look B!" She said excitedly,"It's an angel."

Breyden sighed tightening his grip on her so that she didn't go closer to the edge. There was still plenty of smoke and dust which made visibility minimum.

"It's just a rock from space Darce." He said carefully.

"Oh yeah?" His sister challenged,"Then how do you explain the girl who is currently glowing lying right at the bottom,"

"Wha-"

But Breyden couldn't complete his sentence because a faint glow at the bottom had caught his eye. And when the dust and smoke cleared just the slightest bit he saw the figure of a girl lying inside the huge pit.

Well, he certainly wasn't bored anymore.