Savior - Jordan Wilson (top 5 books to read TXT) 📗

I keep some bottles of Coke in the back. How bout I pour one of those into a glass for ya?”
Jason smiled, handed his menu to the girl, and said, “That would be wonderful.”
The waitress disappeared into the back and reappeared a few minutes later. Jason sat with his drink looking at one of the many televisions on the wall. Most of them had either baseball or football on them. Jason sipped his Coke and watched as a replay of a home run caused some customers to cheer. As Jason sat there, he overheard three guys at a booth behind him. They, unlike the other customers, were not talking about sports. In fact, they were talking about something that Jason was quite familiar with. Him.
“But still I just can’t believe it!” one man exclaimed in a hushed voice.
“I know, it’s crazy! And to think, we have an alien hero living amongst us!”
“I heard he caught a car with his bare hands!” the first man said.
“I heard he can fly!”
“I know I feel safer at night knowing that someone is out there looking over us,” The third man said.
“Yeah, but he’s all the way in Indiana!” the first said.
“But if he’s here, then maybe there are more like him?” said the second.
“Who knows.” the third said finishing his coffee, “It’s just nice to know that we aren’t alone. We have someone or something looking out for us.”
Jason was a little shocked at first that the word of his actions had traveled so far, but at the same time, he felt good inside. He was making a difference. He was helping the people of Earth feel safe. The duty his uncle had entrusted to him was being fulfilled. He was finally living up to his destiny that his uncle had always spoken of. Suddenly, every channel in the room changed to a breaking news broadcast. A man sat at a desk with an image of an airplane behind him.
“We interrupt this broadcast to bring you ‘breaking news’. Nearly fifteen minutes ago, the white house received a distress call from the president’s personal aircraft. The plane’s engine began to give and now the air force is dispatching aircraft to try and escort the plane to safety. The plane is currently over central Kansas. Anyone in this area, please remain indoors. We ask you all to remain calm in the event that the worst comes. God be with us all.”
Panic struck through the room. Everyone began talking. Fear was in all of their hearts. The air force wouldn’t be able to land the president’s plane. If something wasn’t done, the country would lose their leader. Jason knew there was only one thing that could be done. He took a last gulp of his Coke and made his way to the waitress. She looked frightened by everything that was happening. Jason reached into his pocket and found about twenty dollars. He took the girl by the hand and gave her the money for the Coke and a generous tip. She looked at him, confused.
“Don’t worry, miss.” Jason said in a reassuring voice, “Everything will be alright.”
Before she could reply, Jason walked outside and looked up at the blue sky. The stormy weather was still all down south. He was about to make an impression on the country, but not for himself. He was going to be a hero for everyone else. Jason walked to the street and closed his eyes. He was scanning his memory for a path that would take him to the plane the quickest. He reopened his eyes and masked his presences from anyone who could possibly see him. He crouched down to his knees, took a deep breathe, and shot into the sky. He must have looked like a blur as he ascended high into the air and soared off into the distance. Jason pushed himself to fly as fast as he could. There was no way to tell how much time he had. Not only that, but he also had to find the exact spot of the plane. As he sped through the air, he began to look for the plane’s heat signature and listen for any kind of sound that would aide him.
Jason heard the plane before he felt its heat. He looked down to see the plane losing altitude and struggling to stay in the air. He could hear the engine making a grinding noise as it tried to spring back to life. Jason flew after the plane. It was moving quickly, but its speed was nothing in comparison to his. He moved to the front of the plane and, through the front windows of the plane, could see a few heat signatures franticly moving around in the cockpit. In the back, he felt another twelve heat signatures. He wasn’t sure who was who, but that didn’t matter to Jason. He was going to save them all. Before Jason could do anything, the plane tried to pull up, putting pressure on the wings. The sound of bending and breaking metal screeched from the right wing, when it suddenly broke from the plane, causing the plane to begin a downward spiral.
Jason reacted quickly and applied heat to the left wing. His burning power melted the other wing off, allowing the plane’s weight to stabilize. Jason darted for the front of the plane and positioned himself in front of the nose. He stopped and braced himself for the impact. He held his hands out, ready to catch the plane. The force of the plane hit hard. Jason began to exert all of his strength to try and slow the plane. His arms were pushed into the metal of the nose. Jason broke one of his arms free and aimed it behind him. He released his power in the opposite direction, attempting to get resistance against the planes force. Jason could feel it slowing quickly now. The plane’s speed dropped until its front was almost at a complete stop. The forward movement of the plane stopped and the tail end began to drop. Jason quickly dove under the plane and caught it at the middle. It was much easier to hold now that it wasn’t moving. He used his flame again to silence the engine, making the plane a forceless weight. He could feel all of the heat signatures still in the plane. Everyone was still alive. He began to ascend from the air with a tight grip on the bottom of the plane. He had to punch his hand through the bottom part of the metal in order to get a safe grip. As he descended, he found an open field below that seemed like a decent place to set it down.
When he dropped to about thirty feet above the ground, he began to lower the tail end of the plane. He carefully lowered it to the ground as he moved back to the front of the plane. When he finally set the nose down safely on the field, he looked into the cockpit to see the piloting staff starring back at him in amazement. He hovered to the right end of the plane and sensed for the heat signatures. He found a spot clear of any people and heated up two of his fingers. He jabbed them into the side of the plane and cut an entrance. Once a large square had been cut, he pulled the side of the plane off and entered the plane. He looked around to see all of the passengers looking back at him with the same shocked expressions that the pilots had. He knew that all of them saw the same thing. They could see him for what he was except for his face. Everything lower than the eyes was like a blurred image on TV. He wasn’t going to reveal his identity, but he knew that his eyes and hair wouldn’t reveal anything.
“Is everyone alright?” Jason asked.
A girl ran forward from the crowd and hugged Jason’s leg. When he placed his hand on her back, the whole group cheered. Within five minutes of Jason landing the plane, vehicles and helicopters arrived at the scene. Jason, one by one, had begun to lower each passenger to the ground below. From there, the rescue crew took over. Flashing lights surrounded the area. The president had insisted on being the last to leave the plane. As Jason finally lowered the president of the United States to the ground, everyone cheered and clapped for him. The president turned to Jason and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Son, I have no idea what else to say to you except that the nation and I are in your debt,” President MacMillan said.
“Mr. President, It is my duty to help everyone in this world that needs me. You looked like you could use the help.” Jason said with a concealed smile.
“Tell me, son, why do you hide your face?” MacMillan asked.
“It is best that I am not known by my real face. But I assure you, I look just like the next guy.”
“Well you surely aren’t like the next guy,” MacMillan laughed.
Jason laughed and said, “I just have a gift that I chose to use by helping others.”
“Well, that is very heroic of you, my boy. I owe my life to you. As my hero, if you ever need a favor, anything at all, let me know.”
“Thank you, sir, it’s time for me to leave though.”
“Wait,” MacMillan said, “what should I call you?”
Jason slowly hovered a few feet above the ground and said, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
Macmillan smiled and said, “alright, Savior. I will never forget your actions today.”
Jason ascended into the sky, with all eyes on him, and soared away from the scene. He began to wonder if the news crew was there or not. It didn’t really matter now. Jason knew that everyone would know about what he had done here today one way or another. He flew until he reached his home. When he returned home, he found a letter at his front door. When he saw the letter, Jason knew exactly who it was from. He had seen the strange parchment before and knew that it was from none other than his new teacher.
He opened the scroll-like paper and began to read Sollamance’s letter.
Jason,
Your actions today have made you know to the humans. This is something that could be used to our advantage. Jackson will have fear struck into his heart. He will know that you are becoming stronger than he is. Although, I would have done things differently, you have done well. We will meet again on three nights from now. Do not be late. We have work to do.
Sollamance

Jason felt good inside to know that even Sollamance was pleased with him. Everything was going great. Jackson would see his actions and know that he was becoming a better warrior. Jason would defeat him and now Jackson would know there is nothing he can do to stop him. Jason had become what his uncle had always wanted him to be. He was brave. He was strong. He was the hero of the humans. He was their Savior.

A Night to Remember


Jason yelled out in fury as he engulfed his fists in flames. The night was young as the sun began to drop below the horizon. Jason lunged at Sollamance and swung his fists. Sollamance dodged and shot backwards to avoid the heat. Jason cupped his hands together and slammed them into the ground. Flames shot out from below Sollamance, dealing some damage to his hands. He shrouded himself darkness. Through his lessons with Sollamance, Jason learned some of the power Quixons had. One of them was much