The Last Six Seconds of A Hundred Power | By : roryheadmav Category: +S to Z > Tiger & Bunny Views: 1202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial work of fiction based on the anime series TIGER & BUNNY. Trademarks & Copyright © 2011 by SUNRISE, T&B PARTNERS, MBS. Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work. |
DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial work of fiction based on the anime series TIGER & BUNNY. Trademarks & Copyright © 2011 by SUNRISE, T&B PARTNERS, MBS. Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work.
THE LAST SIX SECONDS OF A HUNDRED POWER
By Rory
PART TWO
Christmas Eve, NC 1979, 8:30 pm
"Mother Adeline? Won't you please rest even for a minute or two? I have a cup of hot chocolate here for you."
Through bleary eyes, the Mother Superior Mary Adeline of St. Vincent's Orphanage turned to see Sister Karin Rose with a steaming cup in her hand. She chose not to sit in the carved wood chair being offered to her, but she gratefully accepted the chocolate.
"How are the others holding up?" she inquired, sipping her chocolate daintily so that the beverage would not scald her tongue.
"Not so well, Mother," Sister Karin Rose reluctantly confessed to her. "The children are terrified by this storm and are difficult to soothe. Even the Sisters are just as afraid. Assembling everyone in the hall seemed like a good idea at first, but the old structure is making frightful noises. No one is in the mood to sample our humble holiday fare, much more to celebrate Our Lord's birth."
"It's all because of this blizzard. If such foul weather can be called evil…"
"You couldn't have chosen a more apt adjective to describe this storm, Mother. It seems that its strong winds can blow away all hope, leaving only despair. The children weep, and the Sisters are close to tears as well. Maybe we should all offer prayers that this storm would spare our city."
Mother Adeline set down her cup on a table. "I'm afraid that's the only thing we can do, Sister Karin Rose. Come. Let us go to the hall."
The two nuns walked through the corridors of the orphanage, pausing from time to time when the wind and snow would pound against the boarded up windows and shutters.
But as they approached the doors leading to the hall, they were surprised to hear the delightful laughter of children coming from within. Before they could open the door, a novice peeped out, her face brightening at the sight of them.
"Mother Adeline," she said excitedly, "one of Stern Bild's fine Heroes is here. He brought with him a little group of street children whom he had saved from the storm outside. I hope you won't mind. He asked if we could give the children shelter and we said yes."
The Mother Superior patted the novice's shoulder reassuringly. "That's what St. Vincent's is for. A refuge for lost children. Now, how about introducing me to this Hero?"
The nuns entered the hall, just in time to see the other nuns and all the children burst out laughing at a funny story that was narrated to them. A tall, handsome brown-haired man stood in their midst, his laughter booming above that of his audience's. Because of the green and white domino mask he was wearing, Mother Adeline recognized him instantly.
Wild Tiger. He who was also known as the "Crusher for Justice".
Approaching the Hero, Mother Adeline greeted him with a polite bow. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Mr. Tiger. It's not every day that a Hero visits our humble orphanage."
Taking off his hat and pressing it over his breast, Wild Tiger scratched his head as he grinned at her sheepishly. "Actually, I should apologize to you for the imposition, Mother." He gestured to the kids – a dirty-faced teenage girl and three little boys, one of whom could not be more than five years old. "I found them wandering in the streets, so I decided to bring them here."
You found them or you searched for them? That thought quickly entered the Mother Superior's mind, seeing how drenched the Hero's clothes were. Even his hair was dripping wet. She also could not help wondering if the unhealthy pallor of his face was not entirely due to the stormy weather he had emerged from.
Mother Adeline did not give voice to her thoughts, however. Instead, she smiled in reassurance. "They are most welcome to stay here."
Unknown to them, the gusty winds had uprooted the elm tree outside. As it fell, the tree toppled over an electric post. Both tree and post crashed against the wall of the hall, the thundering noise and bright sparks of electricity causing nuns and children alive to shriek in terror. Thankfully, Helios Energy chose that moment to shut off the entire city's power, plunging the orphanage – and the whole of Stern Bild – in darkness.
All at once, the children began to cry.
"Are we going to be okay?"
"Is the storm going to blow us all away?"
"The other Heroes will be coming here, right?"
But there was one little boy whose heartbreaking queries wrenched the old nun's heart.
"Why are we alone like this? Doesn't anyone care about us? Doesn't anybody love us?"
Then, Wild Tiger's strong voice pierced the darkness like a beacon of hope. "Of course somebody loves you! I'm here right now, aren't I? And I'm very sure that the other Heroes care about you too. Here. Let me show you."
As Mother Adeline and the nuns looked on, Wild Tiger began to glow with a bright blue aura. In his hands, he held a glowing blue ball of light.
For three seconds, the blue ball showed flashing images of a scene from Wild Tiger's memory, prior to his visit to the doctor. Stern Bild's beloved Heroes were packing gifts for the unfortunate orphans of St. Vincent's. All the kids gaped with teary eyes as Blue Rose and Dragon Kid expertly wrapped dolls, action figures, and other toys. Sky High and Rock Bison weren't faring well, having gotten tangled in rolls of ribbon, eliciting amused chuckles from the nuns. Origami Cyclone gave each present his own personal touch by sticking colorful folded animal figures on top.
Then, Fire Emblem barged into the Hero Training Center, bearing more gifts. "Barnaby and I have succeeded, my dear fellow Heroes. At midnight, the children of St. Vincent's will receive the greatest surprise of their lives!"
All waited with bated breath to discover what the Heroes' surprise would be. But then, the blue ball burst into twinkling stars, each one descending upon the orphans' brows like blessings.
Curious, Mother Adeline couldn't help but ask, "What surprise do the Heroes have for my children?"
"Cling to the hope offered by that promise, Mother," was Wild Tiger's tender answer in the darkness. "Let that hope be your light during this stormy night, until the dawn breaks on the morrow with wishes fulfilled."
And then, there was silence. Sister Karin Rose had the presence of mind to light a vigil candle. The Mother Superior did not need that soft flicker to know that Wild Tiger had disappeared, his hat lying on the floor the only sign of his brief but meaningful visit.
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