Subject = Superhero

Pairing = Adults, Voyeur, M/F, M/M

Sexual Content = Allowed for the contest. XD
Number of POV's = 1 (third person)
Word Count = 5366

Kenneth is a man that lives a double life. This short story

tells you about his past as you explore what is his present.

Sexual content was allowed and that gave me the chance

to include some, but there is hardly any and I mostly use
it to tell you something(s) else.
Not Alone
By JemGirl

“Ira,” Amy laughing called out as she was pulled onto the roof of their apartment building.

“Watch your step,” Ira informed her. He smiled back at this woman who he just spent two weeks playing in the
sand and surf with on their honeymoon. At least during the daylight hours. Ira looks at her now and can still see
the shade of a coconut tree as it covers half her face during another great sunny day.

“Ira?” Amy asked with a smile on her lips as he looked at her with a faraway look in his eyes.

“This way Mrs. Bass,” Ira said as he held her hand, and lead her around vents and skylights to the other side of
the building that had a clear, high view of the city.

Two rooftops away a shadow in humanoid form slowly floated from the top of one building to another. It was
soon leaning against the side of a stairwell as it continued to watch the happy couple as Amy squealed in
delight and amazement as she was shown her surprise.

“Oh honey,” Amy said as she lowered her hands from her face. The shadow's eyes sparkled as they focused in
on what could be seen from this new angle. A few tallish plants that looked tropical. Part of a wooden lawn
chair and possibly sand underneath it all. The sand was confirmed when the couple moved to get a better view.
There was also something of a picnic spread out between two wooden chairs that could now be clearly seen.

The interested viewer adjusted his aspect of the scene so he was able to take in their part of the roof without
having his vision too tunneled. He watched as they sat on the rose printed cloth and started to look through the
cooler as they ignored the chairs, at least for now. As much as he liked looking at how the normal people got
along with each other, he was starting to consider this boring and not worth his time. But that wasn't why he
was there.

There was always something going on in alphabet city. There should be at least three crimes around there for
him to stop before calling it a night and getting some sleep before work.

Now that he has made up his mind to find something to fix instead of someone to spy on now that he was
mostly recovered, he floats up and backwards as he kept his eyes on the happy couple. He glided on the air
current that carried him past the parapet of the building.

Slowly the man sinks into the darkness that hides his descent to street level. One booted foot touches down
before the other stepped out allowing him to walk away. He turns the corner with his hands knuckle deep in the
pockets of his black jeans. His black turtle neck was tucked into his pants giving him a very none threatening
look. Just what he was going for.

He looked up as two people walked towards him. It was another couple who were holding hands. They held
hands like they were told to and not because they wanted to. Their faces showed nothing, almost resigned in
appearance. He stops and watches them as they walk by. They just looked off into space as they continued past

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him. That was a dead relationship if he ever saw one and he had seen plenty.

He reached the bus stop just as the bus rounded the corner two blocks away. He stands alone under the shelter
and flexes his shoulder covertly to slightly adjust his mending bones. The bus arrives and pulls to a stop five feet
past where he is standing. He slides out his bus pass and walks towards the now open door. One person got off
before he made his way inside. He taps his pass against a small red screen before turning to see who was on the
bus with him.

There were eight people in total with all the single seats taken. He moves to the back and finds the darkest seat
he can to sit in. He presses his back into the seat for a count of five as the bones finished mending. He now
waits for his muscles and skin to finish knitting themselves back together. He closes his eyes as he waits for his
stop that will either be thirty minutes away or forty-five minutes away. He wasn't sure if he was really up to
going to the alphabet tonight. His body would be restored by then, but his heart wasn't in it and that has
caused him unexpected problems before.

He closed his eyes to concentrate on what he really wanted to do. Instead, he saw Amy and Ira back on the
rooftop. He saw how they smiled and clearly loved each other. This leads him to remember an old memory. A
very old memory. Lisa. His first girlfriend. They were both sixteen when they were able to confess to each other
how much they liked each other. They professed their love for each daily. But it took a move on his family's part
for it to become undying.

Most of their alone time was spent holding hands and blushed every time they kissed. Their hands started to
explore more and more until that day. He was still giddy from when she allowed him to grope her breasts, after
she flashed her chest at him, when they found out about his move. Being the kids they were, they wanted to
have sex before he moved. There was a week left before his family would be leaving for the city in another state
when they planned on doing it. Lisa picked him up in her mom's car and they went to see a movie around four
in the afternoon.

Afterwards they got something to eat from the new Burger King down the street. Next, Lisa drove them out to
the cliff overlooking “Red Man's Pass”. She was able to stop the car before it hit the three-foot-high concrete
wall that had been built the year before after another driver wasn't able to stop before going over the edge.
Their day together had been great so far and he was kinda happy to know that this wasn't one of the bad ways
it could have ended.

His eyes had been bothering him all week, but they seemed to be working correctly that day and for that he
was grateful. They looked out into the night when they weren't looking at each other with help from a flashlight
that they had aimed at the floor. They wanted some light, but no too much. They both believed that it would
have ruined the mood to have such a bright light washing over them. They talked about how they meet, stuff
they did with their friends, and how they survived their latest semester.

They somehow got around to the topic of sex and their non-talks that they had with their mom or dad. They
laughed at how they could spend so much time not saying anything to them while talking at the same time.
They also marveled at the fact that they both ended saying the same thing.

“If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask.”

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He had stopped laughing first and he looked at her as she still found it so funny. He remembered how he
thought about her being his world before he reached out with both his hands to hold her face before kissing
her lips. She kissed back and he leaned forward, covering her body with his. Lisa had always been embarrassed
at how much her mom loved the 50's style of things down to her powder blue Cadillac. The front seat was just
that. One big seat. But tonight it was perfect.

They hadn't gone all the way yet since it was harder than they expected it would have been for either of them
to get their hands on a condom. The countdown of his move gave them an extra push to make it happen sooner
than later. The sexual freedom of the age hadn't reached their small town and from the look of things, they
never thought that it would. But Kenneth was in luck earlier in the week. He was walking past the town's drug
store and it was delivery day. He happened to look around since he wasn't in a rush to go anywhere and he saw
an open box of condoms. He looked around each time he inched closer to his target.

He jumped when he heard footsteps moving towards him. A delivery guy walked past, and nodded in Kenneth's
direction, to move some stuff around in the back of his van before walking back into the store with a small box
on his shoulders. This time Kenneth nodded back and waited until he didn't hear any more footsteps to dig into
his pocket for the price of the condoms that he was going to take. By the time the delivery man came out again,
he found the box closed with three dollars sticking out of it to cover a missing packet of the same number.

The box was home under his pillow while one condom was tucked into his back pocket as he kissed Lisa in the
front seat of her mom's car. They had at least petted before, so he did something that they were both used to,
to start with. They were breathing hard as each touched and rubbed the other from outside their clothes. Lisa
was the brave one and started to unbutton his pants before he followed suit and slowly slid her dress up her
leg. He was rubbing her through her panties when he felt her starting to tug down his boxers and jeans. He
stopped what he was doing and lifted himself to help them both out. She pushed them as far down as she
could with her hands before he watched her blush as she lifted her legs and used her feet to push them down
to his ankles.

He would have finished taking them off if she hadn't grabbed his hand and placed it back over her panties that
now had a wet spot that confirmed how turned on she was.

His eyes snapped open when the bus came to a violent stop causing him to look around and figure out where
he was. He hadn't reached or passed any of the stops he was interested in. In fact, he hadn't gone that far yet.
He was in much higher sprites than when he first boarded the bus, so he made up his mind to get off in
alphabet city after all.

Kenneth settled back in his seat and looked outside as he got back to his memory. When it manifested, his hand
was on warm hairy skin. He moved his fingers a little and found something pushing up and Amy whimpered
under him. He moved his finger over it again and she moaned as he felt a boot touch his ass and her hand
squeezed him hard before she went back to sliding it up and down.

It was the first time that she had ever touched him like that. He wondered if she felt as good as he did as he
continued to rub his finger over that bump. With each whimper, moan, and jolt that she did, he thought that
she was, if not more than he had himself and they were both beyond contented to stay that way. He was
breathing to hard to kiss her and she couldn't keep her head still to kiss him. They rocked and slid against each
other and anyone on the outside could guess at what they were doing in there.

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They were the only ones there when they started, and even in hindsight, he doesn't know if having other cars
there would have stopped them from doing what they did. For when he looked up, he saw the eyes of another
boy's face looking at them through the door window. His face hung above Lisa's and he knew that was the
reason he came in her hand. It was the best big O he had to date. His eyes were frozen wide, so he knew that
the boy was there until he closed his eyes in relief.

“Don't stop,” Lisa whimpered into his darkness. He opened his eyes and no one was there, like no one had ever
been there, so he didn't stop. Now that he was free of her hand and the distraction it caused, he tried new
things. He rubbed it in circles. He used more than one finger. He found a wet hole and pushed his thumb into
her and got new cries out of her as he literally pushed her button also.

She was shaking before, but now she just broke under him as she tried to hold on with her legs around his waist
and ass. His thumb got stuck then half his hand became wet. He didn't know what was going on, but since she
looked like how he felt, he believed that she was alright and that this was normal for girls. He watched her lay
there for a second or two with her eyes closed before he looked out the window trying to see that boy again. It
was a small town, so all the teenagers were in the same high school causing everyone to know each other. Even
if that wasn't the case, and the boy did attend another school, he would have recognized his friend Brian
anywhere.

Kenneth first looked for his friend's bike, but he couldn't see it in the dark. What he did see was that there
weren't any other cars out there. At least not on that side of their vehicle. He turned his attention back to Lisa
as she warped her arms around his back and pulled him down over her. He kissed her cheek then her lips
before he adjusted both of them for her to end up laying across him as he laid on his back with one hand under
his head. Just like how he saw it in the movies. They were cool, and they were in love.

At least that is what he thought for four more years until he ended up in college with Brian. He did move a week
later after that night with Lisa. She cried the day he told her good-bye, and he felt choked up himself as he
walked home. His friend Brian lived a block over and he came by the day they were leaving to say good-bye
himself. He said that they didn't have to say good-bye because they were guys, and they had done it in a more
civil manner the day before when Kenneth returned a few things and Brian did the same. Brian was just being
an errand boy for his mom who sent over some cookies that she made earlier that day just for them. Brian left
the cookies and Kenneth walked him out and to the end of the block. He didn't walk with him all the way back
to his house since his folks were still packing and they needed his help.

They hugged when they were sure no one else was looking and promised to write, and they did. For the first
month, there was a new letter every two days. Then it became one every week, before long a month would
past and only one letter traveled each way. Kenneth told Brian of his plans to go to college, while Brian said that
he wasn't sure if he would be able to go to college. Things had gotten hard for them after his dad died from
lung cancer. He had been smoking since he was fifteen, but forty-five was too young for anyone to die, whether
they had a family to take care of or not.

They met again at the start of Kenneth's third year in college. It turned out that Brian was able to attend college
after all. He went to the local community college before transferring to Kenneth's on a scholarship and financial
aid. They were able to become best friends again despite Kennith's misgivings over their dwindled
communications over the years.

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Then it changed one day a year later. One night honestly. It was the first time Kenneth had gotten drunk and it
was the last time he ever drank anything with alcohol in it. They were bringing up old memories from home as
they celebrated it being Friday in Brian's dorm room. They laughed and even cried as they shared a bottle of
something between the two of them.

“I remember seeing your face,” Kenneth said out of nowhere.

The memory faded for some reason and Kenneth looked around to realize that the bus was pulling away from a
stop. A stop that was two past where he wanted to get off. He quickly stood and walked towards the front of
the bus. It didn't escape his attention that he was now one of only four passengers. After quickly apologizing to
the driver for falling asleep and explaining that he missed his stop, he was standing on the sidewalk in the cool
late evening air.

I'm not that far outside of alphabet city, he tells himself before he starts walking back and sees how the
buildings change from lovingly maintained to a more rundown state. There were a few completely abandoned
buildings by the time he crossed over to Avenue B. Those were the ones he paused in front of that much longer
to hear what was going on inside.

He listened for sounds of something that wasn't consensual, cries of abandonment, for the combination of
several normal sounds that meant something completely different when heard together. The first structure had
rats. The second one had some squatters and rats. The third one had one dog, five squatters, and even more
rats. They must have been living off of the squatters' food supply. The next two houses were absent of anything
living except the weeds and a few flower bushes that defined the word wild. The streets seemed to be free of
the time wasters that he expected to see on almost every other corner. Kenneth decided to blame the weather
for such a poor turn out. He could only hope that it also meant that they were keeping themselves out of
trouble. But until he finished his walkthrough, he wasn't going to hold his hopes up too high.

And there they were. Five of them, under a street light, sticking out like the sore thumbs that they were,
wrapped in colourful hoodies. Before they saw him, he slipped into the dark walkway of the house that was to
his right. He walked to the back of the building which was one of the few well-kept houses in the area. He was
about to float up to the roof when he heard something coming around the corner. A yellow lab walked up to
and sat as his feet. It looked up at him without showing any concern of Kenneth being a threat to his home or
anyone living there.

“That's a good boy,” Kenneth whispered before he ascended. Once he got to the top, he went about two
meters higher and crossed over the next three buildings so he could land on the one that was behind the guys
who were hanging out. He hung back in the shadows as he watched what they were up to. A car had just driven
off, and he saw one of the older men, around his mid-thirties he would guess, wrap a five-dollar bill around a
roll of others that he quickly placed back into an inside pocket of his jacket.

This could be an easy night, Kenneth thought as he recognized three out of the five of them. He then wondered
where the new blood came from. They weren't that young. The ones he had run into before, shouldn't put up
much of a fight other than Hector D, since he was the one making the most money from this, and had the most
to lose if caught again. As Kenneth was thinking of ways to render them unconscious until the police showed
up, that mix of sounds that he was listening for earlier came to him now along with a very distinct smell.

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He was standing on a meth lab and they were sitting on the porch selling it to junkies like it was lemonade on a
hot July afternoon. This just made things that much harder. He was standing on a bomb that could easily go off
once a fight breaks out. Kenneth pulls his phone from his pocket and calls the local meth lab clean up crew and
nearest police precinct. As he started to levitate up from the roof another car pulled up to the light. The guys
turned their attention to it allowing him to float across the street unseen. He knew what alcohol did to him and
he didn't want to know how close to death meth would get him.

When he landed on the flat roof, he walked over to the patio chair that someone had left up there and sat
down to watch them until the police got there. At being brought face to face with a weakness, so to speak, of
his, he remembered what he was thinking of on the bus ride there. Brian. He smiled as he remembered the
young face of his best friend. Brown curls that fell everywhere when he hadn't cut it for a month. He had blue
eyes that made you believe that life was good and worth living.

Another car drove up and that is when Kenneth realized that their customers were the only ones driving along
these streets. It wasn't so late that most people were in bed leaving the streets open for the dealers and their
customers. Even in this neighborhood. He got up and jumped over the side of the building to slowly land on his
feet still hidden from view. He was more than content to just watch and enjoy seeing them being carried off,
but there were going to be runners so he had to be ready to run himself. He wasn't all that suited to fighting
since his abilities lent themselves more to a silent rescue, but at times, you have to do what you have to do.

The second thing that tipped Kenneth off that the cops had arrived, even if they weren't parking their flashing
red and blues in front of him, is that there hadn't been any more drive-by-johns in a while. A car had been
showing up, almost like clockwork, every ten minutes. He looked up and down the street and saw a couple of
people turning the corner of the block every minute. They were evacuating the neighbors from either side of
the meth lab before they moved in. For a moment he was concerned that they would be on his side of the
street soon, but there was no way to move anyone that lived here without tipping their hand.

Kenneth flexed his muscles, braced his feet for a quick start, and waited for the men with guns on each end of
the block to make the first move. They sneaked up in expert fashion and quietly got everyone to surrender
without anyone inside knowing what was going down five meters away from them. That was until Hector D
started a wide swing and Kenneth saw that he was reaching for a gun that was hidden in the back of his pants.
That was his clue. He shot across the street leaving pebbles to continue falling in his wake as he took the gun
from Hector D's hands, pulled his hoodie down to his hands and tied it into a knot at his back before making his
way to the back of the building to wait without anyone really seeing him.

Silence hung in the air as they slowly realized what was going on. The police were the first to react by
handcuffing the suspects and moving them, along with a stunned Hector D, to one of the vans they had just out
of sight. They then made their way up the steps and into the building. As they cleared each room on each floor,
their occupants were cuffed and taken out of the building.

“Clear!” was shouted from the rooftop fifteen minutes later letting Kenneth and the rest of the squad know
that no one was left in the building but them. As much as Kenneth would like to think of staying to save anyone
who might set something off, he really couldn't come into contact with anything that was in the building. And
on that note, he was ready to call it a night. He slipped through the broken fence at the back of the building and
made his way back to the bus stop he got off at and sat on the bench as he waited for some form of public

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transportation to show up.

Home. He was ready for a shower. Ready to eat something. Ready to crawl into a warm bed before getting at
least five hours of sleep before having to get up for work. Upon hearing the newer, cleaner, running engine of
the bus, Kenneth lifted his head and opened his eyes. The weight of the night was starting to show now that he
had really made his mind up to go home.

“Hello Teach,” the driver called out as he stepped onto the bus.

“Night Ed,” Kenneth greeted him as he hit his card to the screen again. He speared a smile for the man before
finding himself a seat. He lifted his feet over something that had split on the floor in front of his preferred seat
and reclined across the back seats of the bus. There were plenty of other seats so it didn't bother him to take
up three of them. That was until the smell of alcohol kept invading his nap causing him to get up and move to a
seat that was further away from the mess.

He sat next to a window and just watched the darkened city as it rolled by. Some streets were emptier than
others, while some seemed to be where all the parties were at even if it was a Wednesday night. Fifteen
minutes later, they didn't look crowded or empty, just familiar. Kenneth stood and moved towards the front of
the bus to get off at his stop before Ed looked back to see if he was still awake.

He pushed the Stop Requested tape to make sure he got off at the stop he wanted in case Ed thought to drop
him off in front of the Chinese take out place that he stepped off at just as much.

“Night Teach,” Ed told him as he got off.

“Bye Ed,” Kenneth told him before walking directly ahead and up the steps of his modest townhouse. He fished
out his keys and unlocked the door. Lights were on in the hallway but none of the other rooms on the first floor,
but that didn't stop him from turning off the hall lights after re-locking the door and putting on the night latch.
He made his way into the kitchen where he flipped on the light before stripping out of turtle neck to toss the
bloody shirt down the laundry shoot. He opened the fridge to see if there was something quick inside to eat. He
found half a subway sandwich and kept it in its wrapper as he popped it into the microwave for forty-five
seconds.

Kenneth toed off his boots and pulled off his socks as he waited. He was reaching for the handle of the fridge
again as the microwave beeped. He pulled out a store brand jug of orange juice and turned to get a cup from
the rack on the counter next to the sink. He drank half a glass to refill it again before putting the jug back into
the fridge. He placed the cup on the table before retrieving his late dinner from the hot insides of the
microwave.

He enjoyed every bite and every sip until he had no more. He threw the wrapper into the trash and he placed
the cup into the sink. Kenneth was ready to leave but ended up turning back to get the sponge from the sink
and wiping down the table. Now he picks up his shoes and socks before turning off the lights and making his
way up the stairs to his bedroom. He opened the door to a mostly dark room and slides his shoes under his bed
before walking towards the bathroom where he changes his mind about not washing his jeans and sends them
down the shoot along with his boxers.

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Next on his list was a bath. A nice long stand under warm water to wash away sweat and blood and most of the
concerns he carried with him that night, if not all day. A little bit of soap to prove he really did bathe and he was
soon drying his feet on the mat that covered his tiled floor. He stood there and dried the rest of himself along
with his hair before walking over to the sink naked to brush his teeth. As he rinsed the last bit of minty foam out
of his mouth Kenneth was grateful for the fact that he gave himself every other night off from patrolling.
Granted there were other reasons, but he was looking forward to not being this tired tomorrow.

He turned off the only light he had turned on as he left the bathroom before finally and happy sliding into bed.
The sheets were just a little cooler than his skin, but as he pulled Brian backwards into his arms he quickly
forgot about them. Kenneth took mental comfort, as well as a little bit of the physical kind when he absently
rubbed Brain's arm in his sleep.

He was the reason why Kenneth was able to go out on the nights he did and watch other people live their lives
and be filled with loneliness. To stop criminals so this part of the world was safe for him and the students he
taught. Sleep didn't take that long to find him and the film of his memory skipped and faded in and out before
he was reliving that night all over twenty years ago.

“Who told you that?” Brian demanded from Kenneth.

“It's a known fact,” he insisted. Superheroes, like spies, didn't have normal lives. They didn't have a family to
come home to at the end of each workday.

“Then you will just continue to be the exception to every rule that could have been applied to you,” Brian said
as he started to raise his voice. He turned away and walked three paces before coming back and holding
Kenneth's face in his hand. “You don't have to live a life of 'Look, but don't touch',” Brian said as his voice and
eyes pleaded with him. “I'm staying with you, so you better get used to it. You will have a life, you are going to
have it with me. You will not be alone.”

Brian's voice sounded so sure even as his eyes continued to plead with Kenneth to not turn him away.
Kenneth's arms rose as his decision continued to sink in. He wanted to keep Brain and the life he offered. He
only tried to break it off because it was something he was suppose to do. He was suppose to try and save Brian
too.

After twenty-one years and one relocation of their home, they were still together. Brian gave Kenneth the life
that he deserved and Kenneth did all he could to improve the future of both their lives together.

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