"Look daddy! There she is, there's Lady Asyr!"

Connor looked in the direction his adoptive daughter was pointing. "Yes, Ellie-girl, I see her." Ellie's beautiful blue eyes reflected the sight and her blonde hair waved in the wind. Lady Asyr was her role model, and she always imagined what it would be like to soar through the skies. Ellie was happy... and safe... that's all that mattered to him. Playfully speaking, Connor told her "if only we could fly, then we could be heroes too, huh?"

Ellie just looked at her dad and smiled with her perfect grin. "It's not about flying or being strong daddy. It's what you [i]do[/i] that makes you a hero."

A shudder of pride echoed throughout Connor's body. "Oh? And who told you that?"

"No one told me that daddy," she replied, "[i]you[/i] can't fly, but [i]you're[/i] my hero."

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[i]Plow![/i]

Connor hopped off the dirty couch, reaching for his pistol, as the basement door burst open. "Oh," he said, once he realized the 'intruder' was Miranda, his confidant, "it's just you." Connor fell back on the couch, tossing the pistol back on the table and burying his head into his hands. His dream made him happy, it let him relive his past. Waking up was the worst part - watching the memories of his deceased baby-girl vanish.

Miranda walked in and slammed the door behind her, "I've been trying to call you for the past six hours, Connor, why didn't you answer? I thought something happened to you."

"Uh, I've been [i]sleeping[/i]," Connor replied, "remember: I had a rough night." Indeed it was a rough night, but the thought of mutilated and beheaded kidnappers brought a maniacal grin to Connor's face; he [i]needed[/i] the rest. "Killing folks is busy work."

Miranda sighed before replying, "well, turn on the TV, there's something you need to see." Connor slowly extended his arm, reaching for the remote and flipped on the ancient TV. It was on the news channel, as it always was. Images of destruction and battle was shown within a city. The headline read: [i]"Lady Asyr - Defeated?"[/i] A surprised Conno turned the TV up loudly:

"...after being defeated by the villain calling himself 'The End'. Authorities and heroes alike, including Skeritt, scour the scene for more details. We are all standing by, awaiting what many believe will be the inevitable death of our beloved Lady Asyr-"

The TV flicked off. Connor's breathing had picked up and his blood began to boil. "Damn it!" Connor chucked the remote across the room, causing it to break apart as it hit the concrete wall. He and Asyr would have never gotten along, and both had two very different moralities, but knowing that Ellie's role model would die somehow made him feel responsible.

"Connor..." started Miranda, trying to calm him down, "don't get worked up about it-"

"Damn it, Miranda, you don't know-"

"I [i]do[/i] know!" Miranda had raised her voice. "Now I have something back at the lab that you need to see," she continued. "Will you come with me? It's urgent."

"Sure," Connor said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Let's go."