Main idea: Tell us about a wounded/abandoned hero’s last stand. Make us feel.
They all saw him fall. He took so many of those poisoned bullets, but he managed to kill so many of them before he fell.
We never thought that when aliens will come a superhero will be our only hope. We had no idea we had one of those. The aliens were surprised too, and for a while they had no idea what to do with him. They threw everything at him: plasma guns, laser guns, some weird remotely controlled mines. He kept finding a way to evade those and cause damage. His skin was not steel he was seen bleeding a few times. But he was fast and strong and he was healing fast.
We would have beat them probably, if he would have had more time, but the aliens managed to find some of his blood, analyse it and managed to develop that poison that was killing him now. He fell in my yard and messed up my vegetable garden. As if that mattered, if not for him, that garden would have had no purpose anyway. I ran outside with my father and brought him in fast. He was not heavy for a superhero, his weight was normal. He had lost a lot of blood. My father is a veterinarian so he was able to take the bullets out. But he was not healing. That’s when we knew that he will soon be dead and so will we. All of us. He was burning with fever and he was coughing blood. It was terrible to see him like that and I would have given my life to save his. His heart stopped at some point and my dad pumped it up with adrenaline and he brought him back. Don’t ask me where and why my dad had adrenaline, I know it is illegal, but we all did all we could to survive, stash all we thought we would need.
After the adrenaline shot he seemed to get better, he seemed to stop bleeding. He opened his green eyes and spoke to us. He asked for more adrenaline, because it made him feel better for a while. And he did not need much time, he just needed enough time to destroy their queen. You see, he got so close and risked getting shot so he can figure out how they functioned. And they functioned like a bee hive and his suspicion was that if he killed the queen, they would be easy to defeat after that.
So my dad gave him the adrenaline shot and asked him if he needed help. He said he was already thankful for the help and that our part was done. “You know you will die right?” my dad asked with some tears growing in his eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this? Maybe there is another way.”
“No there is not, if we wait too long there won’t be anything left to save and fight for. And do not worry about me. I was lonely in this world anyway, always the weirdo, always the misfit. I am glad I can finally have a purpose. This is where I fit in this world.” He said all that with a calming sadness in his eyes and left. And he saved us and he died, because that’s what superheroes do, they sacrifice themselves for others.