“Mommy don’t cry, they are coming to save us! I’m sure!”

The woman couldn’t get up.  The fire didn’t stop. A huge concrete block was over her body, preventing her from breathing. She felt that her organs had been severely affected, her blood was looking a way out through her mouth. However, what left her in despair, was the sight of her son, struggling to give her any strength.

The frail boy refused to give up. They would come at any moment, saving his mother. After all, heroes do that.

“Boris, run away! Get out of here while there’s time!” The pleas made to her son had no effect, and the hell around them was getting bigger and bigger.

He wouldn't leave. The courage of the heroes always appeared in moments like this. To become one who would protect the people from wickedness, he should be able to save his own mother.

All that Emerald, a widow, struggled to achieve, melted in front of her eyes. Her last vision was Boris's, inconsolable. Life had been ungrateful to her, she just wished that the same didn't happen to her son.

"No-no ..." She closed her eyes. He fell under his knees. He didn't have the strength to lift the weight off his mother. The smoke quickly affected his small body, as he didn't have the energy to leave, and even if he had, he wouldn't leave her alone.

…

A tragedy.

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The total count was four bodies. Two were building employees and a family of mother and son.

The headline in the local newspapers made use of the dead child's age of 6 years. Regardless of which newspaper, everyone condemned the 'demonstration' of power that happened there. A theme of heroes and villains never went out of style when it came to drawing attention.

The building was totally unrecognizable.

On the terrace of a building two blocks away, two curious individuals mourned what had happened.

"It only happened ... because we followed the rules." Dressed in a luxurious suit, the tall, blond man kept distorting his expression. A great contrast to his usual arrogance.

An old lady with a walking stick was at his side, hump and 1,50m tall, she wouldn't look in the direction of the destroyed building.

"Don't blame yourself Maximus, that was necessary. Just one of the pains of this profession. You have to focus on the end result."

"Result?"

"What fucking result ?! 4 people died, including a child! A 6 year old kid!

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before continuing to appease her combat partner.

"Despite everything, we managed to capture Elvex, one of our biggest targets. Remember how many people died by his hands, you're doing it justice. "

Before he jumped more than 10 astounding meters and fled from that place, he murmured to himself, "That ... just isn't right."

Odetta feel sorry for the young hero. Despite his ambition and arrogance, he was a good man. He would have to settle for the damage done. Such was the life of a superhero.

In an instant, they had disappeared.

…

It was weird. Boris didn't know where he was. It seemed to be nowhere.

Everything was confusing. His memory returned in parts, and when it did, he would be back sleeping.

This process was repeated many times, until he remembered the whole.

Finally, he slept one last time.

Losing consciousness, he remained trapped to a single thought.

He waited for them with all possible hope. Yet, Esmeralda lost her life.

They didn’t come, and somewhere in the future, they would pay dearly for it.