by Lois Lane
Earlier today, I was held at gunpoint by a serial murderer.
I had been sitting in my office when I heard the news on TV: the Excelsior Academy had been taken over by armed men, and its students were being held for ransom. Like every other reporter in town, I showed up at the school to try and "get the story." But when I got there, all I could see was yellow tape and flashing lights. Even though every sensible fiber in my being told me to stay put, my instinct told me otherwise. I found an open air vent on the side of the building, and snuck inside when no one was looking. I crawled my way through the ventilation shafts, trying to get even a small glimpse of what was going on. By the time I got to a place where I could see anything, I was found. A man reached up and pulled me right out of the vent, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. I was dragged across the hallway, and I couldn't do a thing.
Eventually, the mercenaries decided to make an example of me, and their leader—Floyd Lawton, a man with at least thirty-five murders to his name—turned his gun on me. In all honesty, I thought that I would die, right then and there. Before the bullets could hit, however, a miracle happened.
It's been said that the youth of today is lazy, self-obsessed, and ignorant. After today, I can honestly say that this is most definitely not true. Today, I saw the youth of Metropolis fight back against injustice. I saw young men rise up and beat back those who would threaten their peers—for no greater reason than their own moral fortitude and selflessness. Yes, they acted rashly. Yes, they took a risk. But I am alive today because of it. In a situation that seemed devoid of all hope, hope surprised me. In this modern age, so often filled with cynicism, we can take comfort in the fact that there truly are heroes in this world.
I had been sitting in my office when I heard the news on TV: the Excelsior Academy had been taken over by armed men, and its students were being held for ransom. Like every other reporter in town, I showed up at the school to try and "get the story." But when I got there, all I could see was yellow tape and flashing lights. Even though every sensible fiber in my being told me to stay put, my instinct told me otherwise. I found an open air vent on the side of the building, and snuck inside when no one was looking. I crawled my way through the ventilation shafts, trying to get even a small glimpse of what was going on. By the time I got to a place where I could see anything, I was found. A man reached up and pulled me right out of the vent, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. I was dragged across the hallway, and I couldn't do a thing.
Eventually, the mercenaries decided to make an example of me, and their leader—Floyd Lawton, a man with at least thirty-five murders to his name—turned his gun on me. In all honesty, I thought that I would die, right then and there. Before the bullets could hit, however, a miracle happened.
It's been said that the youth of today is lazy, self-obsessed, and ignorant. After today, I can honestly say that this is most definitely not true. Today, I saw the youth of Metropolis fight back against injustice. I saw young men rise up and beat back those who would threaten their peers—for no greater reason than their own moral fortitude and selflessness. Yes, they acted rashly. Yes, they took a risk. But I am alive today because of it. In a situation that seemed devoid of all hope, hope surprised me. In this modern age, so often filled with cynicism, we can take comfort in the fact that there truly are heroes in this world.
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