Hero of the Day Chapter 1: Prologue, a real adventures of jonny quest fanfic

THE REAL ADVENTURES OF JONNY QUEST

HERO OF THE DAY

Disclaimer

Oh yeah, I haven't written a fanfic in AGES. Please be gentle when you're ripping it apart like savages. I'm more accustomed to writing technical papers or term papers. –Adam

P.S. You might want to get something cold to drink. This can get pretty grim.

Never Alone by Barlow Girl

I waited for you… today…

But you didn't show…

No… no… no…

I needed You… today….

So where did… You go?

You told me to call…

Said You'd be there…

And though I haven't seen You…

Are You still there…?

I cried out with no reply and…

I can't feel You by my side so…

I'll hold tight to what I know

You're here… and I'm never alone…

And though I cannot… see You…

And I can't explain… why…

Such a deep, deep… reassurance…

You've placed… in my life…

We cannot separate…

'Cause You're part of me…

And though You're invisible…

I'll trust the unseen…

I cried out with no reply and…

I can't feel You by my side so…

I'll hold tight to what I know…

You're here… and I'm never alone…

We cannot separate…

'Cause You're part of me…

And though You're invisible…

I'll trust the unseen…

I cried out with no reply and…

I can't feel You by my side so…

I'll hold tight to what I know…

You're here… and I'm never alone…

Prologue

February 14th, 2004

I've never been to North Carolina before. Daddy said that he once trained at Fort Bragg during the summer months of his enlistment. He always enjoyed it here; thought about moving to the mountains someday after he retires, if ever. He may protect Dr. Quest until he can't even protect himself anymore. I looked down at the crashing ocean waves below the Cape Hatteras lighthouse. Here, it was peaceful, serene. Some kids were collecting clams and seashells before the sun completely set. Earlier I had walked by two small boys building a sand castle that encompassed several feet.

"We're making Charlotte!" one of them said.

I simply smiled at them and moved on.

If only I could be that carefree.

I leaned forward onto the railing and reached into my coat pocket. Jonny given me a Valentine's Day card when I wasn't looking – sneaky bastard – now was a better time than ever to see him spill his heart out. The word "Jess" was written across the front; the flap was neatly taped down to keep prying eyes from seeping in. I ripped off the tape and smiled at Jonny's forgetfulness to remove the 2.93 Wal-Mart sticker from the back of the card. I read through the whole thing. Twice. Three times. Three became four. Four became one too many. Subsequently, I slipped the card back into its envelope and threw it out to sea like it was a Frisbee. The item of love floated on the surface and drifted off. In my hand I clutched the picture of Jonny that was enclosed inside the card. I looked down at it one last time: he wore a casual business attire to give him a more "adult" look. The photographer at the Sears portrait studio said he looked nice. I agreed.

I wiped my jade eyes dry and put the picture back into my pants pocket where it belonged. I thought about jumping. But then I realized that it wouldn't solve anything of whom or what I had become. Daddy would be proud in a sense, I guess, since my nerves became steel (like my fists), my wits were abundant, and my emotions were stone. I figured Jonny would end up being heartbroken before too long. Hadji would remain steadfast and confident in what I would do with the rest of my life.

This is what I am now.

This is what I will always be.

Alone.