All it takes is a glimmer of hope.

Soaring high above the clouds on my holiday route is where I reluctantly welcomed death. That was until I at last saw you - my city’s flawless hero.

Rows of seats were trembling with weary passengers. The threatening revolver held by our captor stood out like a blazing fire in hauntingly deserted woods. He placed himself centre stage in the end of the aeroplanes walkway, owning a boy no older than my own with an inescapably tight grasp.

“NOBODY MOVE OR THE KID GETS IT!” Screamed the culprit. His itching finger cautiously stroking the feeble trigger. The muzzle forced against the young boys temple. His weary eyes seeped discreetly as he hesitatingly cried out for his mummy. Scared of infuriating the insane man restraining his person.

That’s when you came.

The door fronting our villain crashed open for your dramatically relieving entrance. The comic-style crimson-red suit appeared

“I’ve never met anyone like you before!”

“You should be grateful for that.”

The End.