Fiction: Group 2
The Heroes
HKBUAS Primary School, Hong, Charmaine - 11, Fiction: Group 2
ook, I don’t want to be a Superman’s daughter.
If you are feeling sick reading this, my advice: close the paper right now. Believe whatever lie your
mom or dad told about your birth, and try to live a normal life.
If you are a normal kid, read on because you think it is a story. I envy you for being able to believe that
none of this happened
But if you feel something stirring inside. Stop reading immediately. Because you are in big trouble, they will
sense you.
Alright, for the normal kids, let’s get going.
I am Alex. I live peacefully with my brother and grandma in an old tiny house in Hong Kong. (Once upon
a time) our mother died in a car accident, and we don’t know anything about our dad. My mom just said he
was lost, lost up in the sky. She never said he died, but in my heart, I know he was dead, she just couldn’t
admit it.
A year ago, when my brother, Tom and I were coming back home from school, we saw a cute little puppy.
It looked at us with his cute little face, and ran away. We followed it for hours and it stopped at the front
door of the Hong Kong International Airport.
We followed him all the way from Kowloon to New Territories. Then he led us to a dark dirty cafe, with
only one light on, and it was at the very end of the room.
“Walk to the light,” came a voice from nowhere. We turned around and saw the puppy’s mouth moving.
"Are you the one who just talked?" I asked
“Yes, it’s me,” the puppy said.
We started walking again and stopped at the light.
“ Step inside,” it said.
We stepped into the light, and jaws dropped opened. We saw Hong Kong, but you would never believe
what had happened to it. We heard the tick- tack sound, and BOOM! All the places in Hong Kong, broke
into half. After that thing went back into the dark again, we were also back in the coffee shop.
“That’s what will happen in Hong Kong three weeks later. So the two of you will be the ones who can save
it,” it said, and pointed to the dagger and sword in the corner. “Here is your magic weapon. The dagger is
for Alex, and the sword is for Tom.”
We took the weapons and were about to run out of the coffee shop, but we suddenly stopped and asked,
“How are we going to do this?”
“Oh, it is easy! All you do is to go to every famous building and find ten bombs in each building.
“ You call that easy?” muttered Tom, under his breath.
“Well, it is easy for me,” said the puppy.
We ran as fast as we could to the Bank of China building. We ran all the way up from the ground floor to
the top floor. When we were on the top floor, I was out of breath. Immediately, I fell onto the floor, and
fainted.
“Ah!!!” I screamed as boiling cold water poured on my face.
“You have to wake up. You have already slept for three days, and we still haven’t found any of the bombs
yet! While you were in a coma, I found out that your dagger can show the floor of where the bombs are. I
tried to take your dagger and find the bombs myself, but it sticks to you like magnet,” said Tom.
“Alright, let’s find the bomb together then!” I said
I took out my dagger and it read, “Building: Bank of China Building, Floor: 30”
We ran back down to the thirtieth floor and found the bomb, which was a piece of cake. But when I was
about to press the stop button on the bomb, a huge monster, which no one seemed to notice except us,
appeared. I took a look at my dagger to see if it had some information about how to kill the monster. But it
didn’t. All it said was, “No one could see it because of the mist.”
I can’t think of how to kill it, so I made a simple decision. I threw the dagger straight at it, as if my dagger
was a dart and it flew straight through its head. Dead. It then turned into golden sand.
“Haha - unto dust,” I said playfully.
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