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The hero looked at the world he called home, wiped his brow of sweat and sighed.... "Another Day Saved."

And then he turned to walk home as he was so beaten down he could hardly fly. As he walked the people on the roadways noticed him an began to shout.

At first he was so tired the words were meaningless. Then as his mind cleared enough to think through the weariness, he heard what they said.

"You &%$# get the $#@!out of here".... "B!@#!#@ your nothing, you only do it for the fame"...."!@#$!@#$%&@# we dont need your help stuck up !@@#@$%".... "Go away we never needed you to begin with, we can do it ourselves"

The hero's mind was shocked for an instant as he stood still an made sure he heard every word and every insult.

He started walking again a moment later an in a little more than an hour he was home and had snuck back unseen to his little room and into bed to rest.

.....tomorrow there would be no hero, the world and the people in it had decided they didn't need Hero's anymore.

He went to sleep.