Post by disneywinxheart on Nov 8, 2016 21:15:15 GMT
Time seemed to slow down. Nothing else mattered. The voices of concerned people were muffled and their words blurred together. They weren’t going to matter. Nothing mattered.
Daddy, it hurts.
It’s okay baby, just hold on for a little longer. The doctors will be here soon.
Daddy….
Kotetsu didn’t seem to notice anything at all, his mind blank and eyes sullen, no longer filled with life as they had been hours before. Now it was asthough the life had been sucked from them. It had been an accidentally shooting, or so people claimed.
No one was meant to get hurt. Then why? Why was his daughter cold in his arms? Why wouldn’t she wake up? Why was she bleeding? He didn’t know what to do, just held the little brown haired girl close to him, rocking her back and forth. His gaze went to the robber that was being pulled away, by the police. The fighter in him wanted to run and beat the shooter until he was unconscious.
Give her back! Give me back my daughter!
“Sir?” a voice sounded next to him. “Sir, I am going to need to take her from you.”
No. Please. Don’t take her from me.
She’s all I have.
GIVE HER BACK!!
He didn’t move as the paramedic took Uraraka from his hands, and carried her away. His feet wouldn’t obey him. Nothing mattered. The little girl who was his pride and joy, was gone. She was so small and looked like a doll. A policeman helped him up and eased him out of the bank. He didn’t speak and Kotetsu appreciated it. Words wouldn’t help ease his pain anyways.
The other hostages tried to talk to him and offer up an apology. Kotetsu didn’t hear any of it. He was alone now. There was no family left. His walk back to his apartment was a long one, and the rain made his mood worsen with every step.
I wasn’t fast enough. I should have saved her.
Opening the door to the apartment, he stepped in and went straight for her room. The room had always been neat and tidy and full of life and sunshine. Stuffed animals filled her bed, and pictures of her and Kotetsu plastered along the walls and in frames.
Welcome home Daddy.
One day Daddy, I am going to be a police-officer, a hero.
Kotetsu could almost hear her voice, see her smile. Before he knew it, he was sitting on her bed, holding her favorite toy. A small bear that he had given her after she was born. The apartment was empty. With no one around, it was the best perfect time. For the first time in years, Kotetsu broke down into tears.
-Years Later-
“You broke up another hostage situation.” The chief inspector looked a little impressed this time. He wasn’t just a training coordinator after all. “That’s your third one this week.”
Kotetsu couldn’t help but be a little relieved, he wasn’t a big fan of Cinch to begin with but to get praise was something unexpected. “I do my job Chief.” He said seriously. “That’s what a hero does.”
Cinch raised her eyebrows. “Hero huh?” she sighed. “Never heard that one before, as long as it gets me results I don’t care what you call yourself.” She rubbed her eyes, many piles of papers on her desk.
“You may go back to work. Be sure to keep my officers in tip-top shape.”
“No problem.” He waved her off before she could object. A sigh escaped his mouth, as he made his way back to the desk he was assigned. Training the recruits wasn’t a bad job, he just hadn’t expected kids to be getting involved in this kind of work.
He would make sure that no one ever lost their lives again. No one would ever be victim to violence again.
I’m making the world a better place Uraraka. One step at a time.
Daddy, it hurts.
It’s okay baby, just hold on for a little longer. The doctors will be here soon.
Daddy….
Kotetsu didn’t seem to notice anything at all, his mind blank and eyes sullen, no longer filled with life as they had been hours before. Now it was asthough the life had been sucked from them. It had been an accidentally shooting, or so people claimed.
No one was meant to get hurt. Then why? Why was his daughter cold in his arms? Why wouldn’t she wake up? Why was she bleeding? He didn’t know what to do, just held the little brown haired girl close to him, rocking her back and forth. His gaze went to the robber that was being pulled away, by the police. The fighter in him wanted to run and beat the shooter until he was unconscious.
Give her back! Give me back my daughter!
“Sir?” a voice sounded next to him. “Sir, I am going to need to take her from you.”
No. Please. Don’t take her from me.
She’s all I have.
GIVE HER BACK!!
He didn’t move as the paramedic took Uraraka from his hands, and carried her away. His feet wouldn’t obey him. Nothing mattered. The little girl who was his pride and joy, was gone. She was so small and looked like a doll. A policeman helped him up and eased him out of the bank. He didn’t speak and Kotetsu appreciated it. Words wouldn’t help ease his pain anyways.
The other hostages tried to talk to him and offer up an apology. Kotetsu didn’t hear any of it. He was alone now. There was no family left. His walk back to his apartment was a long one, and the rain made his mood worsen with every step.
I wasn’t fast enough. I should have saved her.
Opening the door to the apartment, he stepped in and went straight for her room. The room had always been neat and tidy and full of life and sunshine. Stuffed animals filled her bed, and pictures of her and Kotetsu plastered along the walls and in frames.
Welcome home Daddy.
One day Daddy, I am going to be a police-officer, a hero.
Kotetsu could almost hear her voice, see her smile. Before he knew it, he was sitting on her bed, holding her favorite toy. A small bear that he had given her after she was born. The apartment was empty. With no one around, it was the best perfect time. For the first time in years, Kotetsu broke down into tears.
-Years Later-
“You broke up another hostage situation.” The chief inspector looked a little impressed this time. He wasn’t just a training coordinator after all. “That’s your third one this week.”
Kotetsu couldn’t help but be a little relieved, he wasn’t a big fan of Cinch to begin with but to get praise was something unexpected. “I do my job Chief.” He said seriously. “That’s what a hero does.”
Cinch raised her eyebrows. “Hero huh?” she sighed. “Never heard that one before, as long as it gets me results I don’t care what you call yourself.” She rubbed her eyes, many piles of papers on her desk.
“You may go back to work. Be sure to keep my officers in tip-top shape.”
“No problem.” He waved her off before she could object. A sigh escaped his mouth, as he made his way back to the desk he was assigned. Training the recruits wasn’t a bad job, he just hadn’t expected kids to be getting involved in this kind of work.
He would make sure that no one ever lost their lives again. No one would ever be victim to violence again.
I’m making the world a better place Uraraka. One step at a time.