Hero (under repair, bear with me)

The day was calm, the air was thick with humidity, and there was a subtle tapping noise to be heard. A young man had his legs hanging out from the belly of a car, fixing up his pride and joy.
He tapped away, knocking things in place, tightening nuts and bolts.
He placed his ratchet on the ground, slid out from under the car. Retiring from a solid day of fun, he got up and walked towards the fridge, opening it up, and grabbing a Blue powerade. He took in the sight of his beautiful car, running his hand along the curves, inspecting the paint, and admiring his handy work. He pulled out his measuring tape and measured how far it sat off the ground. 9cm's. Perfect.


He didn't notice, but in his daze, a beautiful young lady tip toed in through the open garage door. He turned around, only to be startled by the lady, who had not made a single sound. The young lady stopped, looked around nervously and enquired
"Are you by any chance, Ben?" her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.
"Why yes, that'd be me. What can I do for you?" he asked, not skipping a beat.
"I was told by a friend... that you might be able to help me out..." The young lady said, nervously
"Who is this 'friend' you speak of, and why come to me?" he grew worried, this wouldn't be the first time somebody had entered in such a fashion. Last person to do so, was a spy for his rival, a mean racer from the south. A Mr. Martin Foreshank.


The girl looked around as if she were being watched.
“I… It…” she mumbled, still looking around.
“Well? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me the problem.” Ben said, growing impatient
“J-Jennifer… She… She said to come to you…” his eyes widened… Jennifer…

-Two years prior-

Jennifer was your typical popular blonde, beautiful, nicely dressed, surrounded by her clique. Every time he saw her, Ben became speechless. Her light blue eyes, they reflected the skies infinite beauty. He was in love, or so he thought.


One night, whilst walking back to his dorm, Ben heard a scream, followed by a loud bang. He sneaked up to a corner, and peeped around it. Infront of him lay his dream girl. On the ground. He watched as a man crouched down, whispered in her ear, and started undressing her. It took him a few seconds to notice the giant black bruise on her face. Had he hit her? He watched as the man pulled up her top, and attempted to have his way with her. Anger filled Ben’s mind. He wanted to barge in there and stop him, but he couldn’t… Could he?


Before he realized what he was doing, he had come around the corner and was advancing on the man. He had a wrench in his hand, from his earlier automotive studies. The man turned around, it was Jennifers boyfriend… Mark… What? Why would he do such a thing? Doesn’t he love her? Many questions filled his mind, he wanted to save her, he wanted to end his life for hitting her. The rage built up.


“What do you think you’re doing, punk?” Mark said, standing up. “You come here to steal my prize? I worked my ass off trying to get to that bitches pussy.. and the damn slut wouldn’t let me near it.” Ben was horrified… he hated violence, but he hated this guy more… He lifted the wrench above his head.
“Oh look, monkey’s got a wrench. What’re you going to do? Hit me on the head? Pah. You’re just a big pussy” Mark stepped forwards, trying to intimidate him.
“You… you hit her…” Ben stuttered
“Yeah, so? She’s a damn slut anyway. She Deserved it”


“You… You’re going to pay for what you’ve done. I love her.” Mark laughed in a manic fashion. The idea of somebody else loving his girl was just.. well, it was inconcieveable. Everyone knew Mark would kill anyone who tried it.
“Come on then fuckstain, try me.” Ben trembled, lowering the wrench, he looked down. Mark stepped forwards, Ben swung.


Jennifer slowly opened her eyes. She had a massive headache, as if she’d just been hit by a truck. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. She turned and saw Ben swing his wrench. He hit Mark in the side of the head. Mark fell to the floor in a heap, blood pooling under him. Such a sight, it was beyond belief.


Ben was frozen with fear. Millions of thoughts rushed through his mind, prison, life on the run, life without his little civ, a life where he was a feared man. He looked over to where Jennifer lay, the sight before her, scaring her, causing her to faint.
He Picked her up, walked back to his dorm, and lay her on his bed. Her bruise had defined. A once small black bruise, was now a large purple monster. Ben pulled the sheets over her, and went and sat on the couch. He thought over what had happened, He grew tired. So much had happened, so much to think about.


Ben sat up on the couch in a rush, he'd forgotten about Jennifer. He looked around the room, trying to look for a sign of the girl of his dreams. Nothing.
On the bed was a newspaper with a piece of lined paper sitting on top of it. A note? Ben sat down to read the note;
Dear Ben,
I'm sorry... It's just... What you did, Thankyou... But... I don't think I could... I'm sorry.
Jennifer.
Ben hunched over, as if about to cry. Why? He had saved her life. As he put his hand down to support him, it hit the paper, folded perfectly in half on the bed. A heading was circled in blue pen. Mark had been found, dead. He dropped the paper and held his hands to his face. No... No...

-March 14th 2010, 3:31pm-

That name... Jennifer... He cringed, he didn't want to remember that.
"Well, I don't help people anymore. Find yourself another man" Ben said with a cold tone. He put the tape measure down on the bench and grabbed his keys. Advancing towards his car, the girl screamed.
"SO YOU'RE JUST GOING TO WALK OUT ON ME, JUST AS YOU DID TO JEN? YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A COMMON DOUCHE."


Ben's hand was resting on the car's door handle. A wave of anger flashed over his face, he tried to suppress it.
"I didn't walk out on her, She left me, all alone. I was left to deal with everything by myself, you have no right to come in here and acuse me of walking out on ANYBODY" He opened the car door, got in and pulled it hard behind him. He put the key in the ignition and turned the car over, It's engine purring beautifully. He pushed the throttle in, revving the engine, ready for his exit.


The passanger side door opened, and the girl leaned in.
"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't know... At least let me come with you?" Ben sighed, thinking nothing but thoughts of hatred. At least she oppologised.
"Fine, get in." She jumped in, and no sooner had she done up the seatbelt, had the car launched out of the garage. Ben reached down and pressed a button under his handbrake, shutting the garage door.
"Thankyou..."

-March 14th 2010, 3:59pm-

There was an awkward silence in the car, neither party wanted to say anything. Ben sighed.
"Now what is it you need help with?" His eyes not breaking contact with the road ahead. The girl bit her lip and thought about what to say next.
"I... There's this guy,



To be continued... >< might end up making chapters, but i dunno..

The day was calm, the air was thick with humidity, and there was a subtle tapping noise to be heard. A young man had his legs hanging out from the belly of a car, fixing up his pride and joy.
He tapped away, knocking things in place, tightening nuts and bolts.
He placed his ratchet on the ground, slid out from under the car. Retiring from a solid day of fun, he got up and walked towards the fridge, opening it up, and grabbing a Blue powerade. He took in the sight of his beautiful car, running his hand along the curves, inspecting the paint, and admiring his handy work. He pulled out his measuring tape and measured how far it sat off the ground. 19cm's. Perfect.


He didn't notice, but in his daze, a beautiful young lady tip toed in through the open garage door. He turned around, only to be startled by the lady, who had not made a single sound. The young lady stopped, looked around nervously and enquired
"Are you by any chance, Ben?" her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.
"Why yes, that'd be me. What can I do for you?" he asked, not skipping a beat.
"I was told by a friend... that you might be able to help me out..." The young lady continued. Ben was intrigued.
"Whatcha need help with?" he replied in a cool, calm and soothing tone.
"I... He... I need protection"


"Come in, there is a couch in the corner, sit down and we'll talk about what's happened" He replied, his smile slowly changing to a look of worry and disdain.
The pair walked over to the corner, where an old couch lay, next to a recliner and opposite a tv. He beckoned her to sit, waiting until she sat before sitting himself.


"Tell me everything." His eyes locked onto hers
"Well... I was at home, minding my own buisness, when Gerry threw open the door, walked up to me, grabbed my face and said 'It's all your fault! you're the reason he died. you bitch slut' he then threw me on the ground, spat on me and walked off into our room" She wiped a tear from her eye, remembering the painful events that had occurred. Ben kept quiet, allowing her to finish her story
"I was in shock..." She continued "I don't know what caused him to snap like that... I've never done anything wrong by him before... I didn't want to be treated in such a way, so I yelled out 'IT'S OVER!'... He... he came back out and punched me in the face, grabbed me by the throat and tried to choke me. I was lucky his best friend came by and stopped him... else I wouldn't be alive. I ran off..." She burst into tears, hating her ex, but most of all, hating herself.
"You think he'll come after you?' Ben asked, keeping as much hate in as he could
"Yes..."


He stood up. Fists clamped shut. His eyes, filled with hatred, darted around the room, looking for something to use for protection, in case of the inevitable. His eyes landed upon a collectable sword, hanging from the wall. 'Perfect' he thought to himself.
"Lets go, before he finds us" He said, grabbing the sword, and ripping his keys out of his pocket. He opened the door and sat down. The freshly installed suspension was stiffer than what he was used to, but felt secure. He turned the key, and the cars motor rumbled to life. The vintage four-pot motor purred like a brand new car. He quickly glanced around the room to make sure everything was where it should be, he shoved the gear stick into first, and pulled his foot off the clutch. Smoke poured out from the front wheels. He grinned, loving the feeling of his car picking up speed.


He looked up into the mirror, to see another car trailing him.
"OH MY GOD, IT'S HIM, HE'S FOUND US!!!" She screamed, regretting everything
"Shit. Hang on, things are going to get quite painful from here on" He slammed his foot down on the accellerator, the car lurched from 110km/h to 190km/h. The steering wheel started wobbling, the car wasn't built to go this fast.
"You're crazy!" She yelled, trying to make her voice heard over the roaring engine. Ben Grinned, holding on for dear life. Adrenaline pulsed through his body, the thought of losing control at this speed plagued his mind, but he had to keep going. If they caught up, they'd kill her.


He saw a slip lane ahead, indicated and sped around the corner. His rear tyres screaching, struggling to keep a hold of the road. He looked up to see if they were gone. Success.
"By the way, since I'm protecting you and all, shouldn't I at least know your name?" Ben glanced over to the girl, her face tuning a bright shade of red.
"I'm so sorry, I completely forgot.. Please excuse my rudeness" She bit her lip in an anxious manner "My name is Alexandra. But please, call me Alex" Ben grinned, trying to look as suave as possible, whilst having his arms vibrate ferociously.
"Nice to meet you Alex" He slowed down, and turned off onto a main street. His tailers would be long gone by now.


The car purred as it cruised down the street, it looked almost perfect. The houses were all modern, and the grass and trees were bright green. The car pulled up onto a brick driveway and it's purring engine died. The pair arrived at Ben's house. 44 Harley parade.
"This is your house? it's very nice" Alex said whilst looking stunned
"Just wait till you get inside..." Ben said grinning.
He opened the front door, and crouched down, ready for the incoming ball of fluff. *BOOM* a cat ran into his arms, curled up and started purring.
"Aww, guess somebody has missed me"
Inviting the girl in, he quickly sat her down, released the cat, and offered her a beverage.
"Wow, look at all these games... there must be hundreds" She gazed upon the wall, covered in hundreds of games, varying from Playstation to Xbox 360 to Nintendo 64.
"Wow, I've never met somebody else who likes games this much..." She turned to face him in awe. He smiled, handed her the drink and sat down.
"Feel like playing anything in particular?"


She looked at him, and with a lustful tinge in her eye, walked over to him.
"I'm grateful that you're looking after me.. after experiencing such driving skill, I know I'm in good hands... please, allow me to reward you for your efforts" she took her jeans off, and sat on top of him, leaned in, and gave a passionate kiss to her hero. In a chivalrous manner, he removed her top, and undid her bra. He slowly kissed his way down her neck, and onto her nipples, the sensation gave her shivers. This was the first time anyone had been so gentle with her. He carefully caressed her breasts whilst licking her nipples, ensuring it felt good.


She reached for his crotch, and unzipped his jeans. In a fluid movement, she pulled down his pants, and underwear. Before her eyes lay his penis, it seemed almost bigger than her previous encounters. She stared at it, thinking about what it'd feel like, before slowly moving her face closer to it, and giving it a kiss. She carefully stroked it, whilst sliding it into her mouth. it tasted salty with a hint of soap. She stopped, looked up at him, and made her way to his face.


She sat her legs around his, and aimed the penis towards it's destination. With a quick breath, she slowly sat down, feeling it enter her, feeling it all the way in. It felt good... no, great. She started moving, feeling better with every movement. Her mind started to go numb, she started moaning, enjoying it more and more. Until finally, she reached her climax. She looked over towards him, her eyes meeting his. Putting his finger on her lips, he whispered "I'm going to make sure nobody ever harms you again."

The day was calm, the air was thick with humidity, and there was a subtle tapping noise to be heard. A young man is seen, legs hanging out from the belly of a car, fixing up his pride and joy.
He taps away, twists bolts and nuts tighly up, and rests his ratchet on the ground. Retiring from a solid day of fun, he gets up and walks towards the fridge, opens it up, and grabs a Blue powerade.
He didn't notice, but in the time it took him to open the fridge and obtain his beverage, a beautiful young lady tip toed in through the open garage door. The man turns around, only to be startled by the lady, who had not made a single sound. The young lady stopped, looked around nervously and enquired "Are you by any chance, Ben?" her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. "Why yes, that'd be me. What can I do for you?" he asked, not skipping a beat. The young lady continued with "I was told by a friend... that you might be able to help me out..." Ben was intrigued. "Whatcha need help with?" he replied in a cool, calm and soothing tone. "I... He... I need protection" Ben's smile slowly changed to a look of worry and disdain. "Come in, there is a couch in the corner, sit down and we'll talk about what's happened"
After a lengthy discussion about how her currently, ex boyfriend, threatened to kill her, punched her, and walked off, Ben stood up. Fists clamped shut. His eyes, filled with hatred, darted around the room, looking for something to use for protection, in case of the inevitable. His eyes landed upon a collectable sword, hanging from the wall. 'Perfect' he thought to himself.
With one swift movement, he picked up the sword, dashed for his keys, and beckoned for the girl to get in his car. The freshly installed suspension was stiffer than what he was used to, but felt secure. He turned the key, and the cars motor rumbled to life. After a quick glance to make sure everything was where it should be, he shoved the gear stick into first, and dropped the clutch. Smoke poured out from the front wheels, his car launched forwards, picking up speed at a dangerous pace. His eyes saw something in the rear view mirror.. another car.. it was fast approaching. "Shit. Hang on, things are going to get quite painful from here on" He slammed his foot down on the accellerator, the car lurched from 120km/h to 190km/h. The steering wheel started wobbling, the car wasn't built to go this fast. "You're crazy!" The lady yelled, trying to make her voice heard over the roaring engine. "By the way, since I'm protecting you and all, shouldn't i at least know your name?" Ben glanced over to the girl, he face went crimson again. "I'm so sorry, I completely forgot.. Please excuse my rudeness" She bit her lip in an anxious manner "My name is Alexandra. But please, call me Alex" Ben grinned, trying to look as suave as possible, whilst having his arms vibrate ferociously. "Nice to meet you Alex" He slowed down, and turned off onto a main street, realising the followers were long gone.

After a short 20 minute drive, the pair arrived at Ben's house. 44 Harley parade. "This is your house? it's very nice" The lady said whilst looking stunned "Just wait till you get inside..." he said grinning. He opened the front door, and crouched down, ready for the incoming ball of fluff. *BOOM* a cat ran into his arms, curled up and started purring. "Aww, guess somebody has missed me"
Inviting the girl in, he quickly sat her down, and offered her a beverage. "Wow, look at all these games... there must be hundreds" She gazed upon the wall, covered in hundreds of games, varying from Playstation to Xbox 360 to Nintendo 64. "Wow, I've never met somebody else who likes games this much..." He smiled, handed her the drink and sat down. "Feel like playing anything in particular?" The girl looked at him, and with a lustful tinge in her eye, walked over to him. "I'm grateful that you're looking after me.. after experiencing such driving skill, I know I'm in good hands... please, allow me to reward you for your efforts" she took her jeans off, and sat on top of him, leaned in, and gave a passionate kiss to her hero. In a chivalrous manner, he removed her top, and undid her bra. He slowly kissed his way down her neck, and onto her nipples, the sensation gave her shivers.. this was the first time anyone had been so gentle with her. He carefully caressed her breasts whilst licking her nipples, ensuring it felt good. She reached for his crotch, and unzipped his jeans. In a fluid movement, she pulled down his pants, and underwear. Before her eyes lay his penis, it seemed almost bigger than her previous encounters. She stared at it, thinking about what it'd feel like, before slowly moving her face closer to it, and giving it a kiss. She carefully stroked it, whilst sliding it into her mouth, it tasted salty with a hint of soap. She stopped, looked up at him, and made her way to his face. she sat her legs around his, and aimed the penis towards it's destination. With a quick breath, she slowly sat down, feeling it enter her, feeling it all the way in. It felt good... no, great. She started moving, feeling better with every movement. Her mind started to go numb, she started moaning, enjoying it more and more. Until finally, she reached her climax. She looked over towards him, her eyes meeting his. Putting his finger on her lips, he whispered "I'm going to make sure nobody ever harms you again."