Chasing Lady Midnight - Chapters 1 and 2
Okay I got a request to post my little superhero story here as well. I'll be posting on Thursday, if you want to catch it earlier it will be on my personal blog www.shortmysteriesandtalltales.blogsp... on Wednesday. Anyway, this week you get Chapters 1 and 2, after this it's one a week. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1 - Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them – Whether They Like It Or Not
Look, I understand the whole concept of sibling rivalry, but when your superpowered baby sister wants to clean your clock I call that a bit extreme.
Not that she knows it’s me she’s trying to blast to kingdom come, and who can blame her? I am wearing a mask and my hair and eyes are the wrong color. Also her older sister (she always stresses the “older” part) is not supposed to have superpowers. It’s a long story, which I would be happy to relate in detail, except just at the moment I’m too busy running, trying not to get blasted again and figure out what to do next.
My sister (superhero handle Protostar) is flying, which is not the advantage you would think in a busy city street during morning rush hour. Now I can’t fly, but if I could get a minute to think I could use the shadows to make an escape. But that’s not as easy as it sounds….again long story I do not have time to go into right now.
I’ll get back to it, if I live that long.
At first I was a bit shocked that Protostar (man that’s a dumb name) sucker punched me the way she did starting this whole chase. It is just not the type of behavior you would expect from the heir apparent to the title of America’s Sweetheart of Superheroes.
Isn’t there some super rule discouraging attacking from behind when the attackee hasn’t done anything wrong? Especially seeing how she’s a member of The Protection Platoon, one of many the junior divisions of the supposedly squeaky clean Mighty Superhero Security Squad.
The names just keep getting worse so get used to it.
Makes you wonder what they’re teaching her in that fancy superhero school she attends. But why am I asking silly questions? I do know, and I can tell you it’s not all Truth, Justice and The American Way.
But back to the chase.
I’m sure my sister and her teammates have a plan for the new unknown costumed supergirl on the block which I think I’ve figured out. I’m just not sure if it that will do me any good.
I’ve noticed that Protostar is now aiming her shots wide, thus missing civilians, who are all sensibly running for cover, and minimizing property damage. It also keeps me going forward, driving me somewhere, I think, not so in the public eye. Although how they think they’re going to lose the media who are hot on our tails is a mystery. Where do those guys come from anyway? You’d think they had superpowers.
That is a scary thought.
Anyway, I figure once Protostar and her crew get me where they want me there is an ambush in my immediate future to neutralize and take me into custody on some pretext or another. None of which sounds particularly appealing and I hope to avoid it.
To accomplish that I’m going to have to stop and fight which means coming up with my own plan, on the spot, against at least three superheroes, one of them my own sister, not hurt anybody and make a clean getaway.
No problem.
I guess you’re wondering if I’m not a supervillain, which I’m not, how did I get on the wrong side of all these superheroes?
Well this is what happens when you don’t join the union.
Chapter 2 – Fight Or Flight, When You Can Only Flight For Long
Okay I suppose now would be a good time to come up with a strategy. However, having stunk at the game of chess my whole life in a family of chess enthusiasts, strategy is not exactly my strong suit. I can’t even win at checkers!
But I need a plan, and the only one that comes to mind is taking the high ground. Seeing as I’m up against a flyer that one doesn’t seem very practical.
Okay Plan B, pray! Please God, a little help down here. If you’ve got any ideas…
Silly question.
Because then I see it. A small alcove in one of the buildings I’m running towards. Okay, note to self, make praying Plan A.
Although officially I suppose it’s not an alcove, but I’m also not architect, and anyway who cares what it’s really called. That weird thing in the wall, whatever! I have other things to concern myself with at the moment. Like NOT GETTING AMBUSHED!
True, it will box me in, but that also means it will protect my back and my flanks. Also it’s too long and narrow for Protostar to get over my head and aim with any accuracy. Her team members are earthbound so that means they can only come at me from the front, and only one at a time. This is good because as a team they are as green as I am. Trust me, these people have been my house, well my parents’ house, I hear all about their trials and tribulations being superheroes in training.
Logically speaking this is a good battleground for me because it’s my battleground choice not theirs. Meaning they will have to adapt along with me. But it begs the question...
How am I going to get out?
I know God knows what He’s doing, but I can’t figure this one.
So going on faith I duck into the alcove, weird thing in the wall, whatever. Not anticipating the move Protostar actually overflies my position and has to flies back. She fires her force blast, which everyone calls Star Blasts. Hey the lame names just keep on coming.
Fortunately my shields come over me like a dome…
Wait, I have shields? Cool.
That must have been a defensive instinct on my part because right now my instincts are way better at controlling this new power of mine than when I try on purpose. It’s all part of that long story I mentioned earlier.
Anyway, the shields are not only deflecting Protostar’s power surges, but they are also acting like giant filter against the sun which is blaring in my eyes. That's good, what's bad is the sun's position also means there are no shadows near enough that I can use as an escape route. They are all in front of me and to get to them I would have to lower my shields and be right back where I started.
What all that means is that now that I have a defensive position, I will need an offensive plan to get out of this mess.
You know, this superhero stuff involves way too much thinking.
God, a little more help would be greatly appreciated, if it’s not too much bother.
For her part, Protostar looks downright disconcerted behind her cute little blue mask that goes with her cute little white and blue outfit...uh-oh, here comes the back up at full speed.
In the lead there’s Ballistic Attack, who resembles a human tank with a ton of muscle. An effect only enhanced by his orange and yellow costume. Whoever chose that outfit was not into subtlety. But when you’re a guy who’s seven foot tall, has muscles that Mr. Universe would envy and could pound everyone and everything that gets in his way into a pulp if he wanted, I don’t think subtlety would help. By the way, don’t let the bulk fool you there are brains behind all that brawn. This guy does geometry problems for fun.
Just behind Ballistic is Metallica Max, he’s the leader of the junior superhero team, you can tell that from the flashy red and gold costume. Guess you got to see your leader in battle. He can change his skin into any metal from platinum to tin. Now if he only had a heart. Sorry the guy gets on my last nerve, which is kind of too bad since he was my best friend growing up. That is until he discovered superheroes weren’t supposed to mingle with the common folk.
Now there’s irony for you.
Wait a minute, there’s another one? But the junior teams are always in threes. Who…Tracker??? What the heck is he doing here? He’s on the A-list team. Don’t let the simple, and not lame, name or understated costume of brown leather and fancy sunglasses for a mask fool you. This guy is seriously scary. Heightened senses that a blood hound would envy, a practically unbreakable bone structure, and a tactical mind (which I could use right now) that works faster than the speed of light. I’d rather face Colonel Courageous and Wildcat Woman together than this guy. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like I’m going to get that option.
In the immortal words of Ed Grimley, I am as doomed as doomed can be.
Chapter 1 - Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them – Whether They Like It Or Not
Look, I understand the whole concept of sibling rivalry, but when your superpowered baby sister wants to clean your clock I call that a bit extreme.
Not that she knows it’s me she’s trying to blast to kingdom come, and who can blame her? I am wearing a mask and my hair and eyes are the wrong color. Also her older sister (she always stresses the “older” part) is not supposed to have superpowers. It’s a long story, which I would be happy to relate in detail, except just at the moment I’m too busy running, trying not to get blasted again and figure out what to do next.
My sister (superhero handle Protostar) is flying, which is not the advantage you would think in a busy city street during morning rush hour. Now I can’t fly, but if I could get a minute to think I could use the shadows to make an escape. But that’s not as easy as it sounds….again long story I do not have time to go into right now.
I’ll get back to it, if I live that long.
At first I was a bit shocked that Protostar (man that’s a dumb name) sucker punched me the way she did starting this whole chase. It is just not the type of behavior you would expect from the heir apparent to the title of America’s Sweetheart of Superheroes.
Isn’t there some super rule discouraging attacking from behind when the attackee hasn’t done anything wrong? Especially seeing how she’s a member of The Protection Platoon, one of many the junior divisions of the supposedly squeaky clean Mighty Superhero Security Squad.
The names just keep getting worse so get used to it.
Makes you wonder what they’re teaching her in that fancy superhero school she attends. But why am I asking silly questions? I do know, and I can tell you it’s not all Truth, Justice and The American Way.
But back to the chase.
I’m sure my sister and her teammates have a plan for the new unknown costumed supergirl on the block which I think I’ve figured out. I’m just not sure if it that will do me any good.
I’ve noticed that Protostar is now aiming her shots wide, thus missing civilians, who are all sensibly running for cover, and minimizing property damage. It also keeps me going forward, driving me somewhere, I think, not so in the public eye. Although how they think they’re going to lose the media who are hot on our tails is a mystery. Where do those guys come from anyway? You’d think they had superpowers.
That is a scary thought.
Anyway, I figure once Protostar and her crew get me where they want me there is an ambush in my immediate future to neutralize and take me into custody on some pretext or another. None of which sounds particularly appealing and I hope to avoid it.
To accomplish that I’m going to have to stop and fight which means coming up with my own plan, on the spot, against at least three superheroes, one of them my own sister, not hurt anybody and make a clean getaway.
No problem.
I guess you’re wondering if I’m not a supervillain, which I’m not, how did I get on the wrong side of all these superheroes?
Well this is what happens when you don’t join the union.
Chapter 2 – Fight Or Flight, When You Can Only Flight For Long
Okay I suppose now would be a good time to come up with a strategy. However, having stunk at the game of chess my whole life in a family of chess enthusiasts, strategy is not exactly my strong suit. I can’t even win at checkers!
But I need a plan, and the only one that comes to mind is taking the high ground. Seeing as I’m up against a flyer that one doesn’t seem very practical.
Okay Plan B, pray! Please God, a little help down here. If you’ve got any ideas…
Silly question.
Because then I see it. A small alcove in one of the buildings I’m running towards. Okay, note to self, make praying Plan A.
Although officially I suppose it’s not an alcove, but I’m also not architect, and anyway who cares what it’s really called. That weird thing in the wall, whatever! I have other things to concern myself with at the moment. Like NOT GETTING AMBUSHED!
True, it will box me in, but that also means it will protect my back and my flanks. Also it’s too long and narrow for Protostar to get over my head and aim with any accuracy. Her team members are earthbound so that means they can only come at me from the front, and only one at a time. This is good because as a team they are as green as I am. Trust me, these people have been my house, well my parents’ house, I hear all about their trials and tribulations being superheroes in training.
Logically speaking this is a good battleground for me because it’s my battleground choice not theirs. Meaning they will have to adapt along with me. But it begs the question...
How am I going to get out?
I know God knows what He’s doing, but I can’t figure this one.
So going on faith I duck into the alcove, weird thing in the wall, whatever. Not anticipating the move Protostar actually overflies my position and has to flies back. She fires her force blast, which everyone calls Star Blasts. Hey the lame names just keep on coming.
Fortunately my shields come over me like a dome…
Wait, I have shields? Cool.
That must have been a defensive instinct on my part because right now my instincts are way better at controlling this new power of mine than when I try on purpose. It’s all part of that long story I mentioned earlier.
Anyway, the shields are not only deflecting Protostar’s power surges, but they are also acting like giant filter against the sun which is blaring in my eyes. That's good, what's bad is the sun's position also means there are no shadows near enough that I can use as an escape route. They are all in front of me and to get to them I would have to lower my shields and be right back where I started.
What all that means is that now that I have a defensive position, I will need an offensive plan to get out of this mess.
You know, this superhero stuff involves way too much thinking.
God, a little more help would be greatly appreciated, if it’s not too much bother.
For her part, Protostar looks downright disconcerted behind her cute little blue mask that goes with her cute little white and blue outfit...uh-oh, here comes the back up at full speed.
In the lead there’s Ballistic Attack, who resembles a human tank with a ton of muscle. An effect only enhanced by his orange and yellow costume. Whoever chose that outfit was not into subtlety. But when you’re a guy who’s seven foot tall, has muscles that Mr. Universe would envy and could pound everyone and everything that gets in his way into a pulp if he wanted, I don’t think subtlety would help. By the way, don’t let the bulk fool you there are brains behind all that brawn. This guy does geometry problems for fun.
Just behind Ballistic is Metallica Max, he’s the leader of the junior superhero team, you can tell that from the flashy red and gold costume. Guess you got to see your leader in battle. He can change his skin into any metal from platinum to tin. Now if he only had a heart. Sorry the guy gets on my last nerve, which is kind of too bad since he was my best friend growing up. That is until he discovered superheroes weren’t supposed to mingle with the common folk.
Now there’s irony for you.
Wait a minute, there’s another one? But the junior teams are always in threes. Who…Tracker??? What the heck is he doing here? He’s on the A-list team. Don’t let the simple, and not lame, name or understated costume of brown leather and fancy sunglasses for a mask fool you. This guy is seriously scary. Heightened senses that a blood hound would envy, a practically unbreakable bone structure, and a tactical mind (which I could use right now) that works faster than the speed of light. I’d rather face Colonel Courageous and Wildcat Woman together than this guy. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like I’m going to get that option.
In the immortal words of Ed Grimley, I am as doomed as doomed can be.
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Hey! Great story Cindy!! As you know, I'm no comic book fan (or superhero fan - aside from "The Incredibles") but you've got me interested. Great job!! I'm so proud of you, you do a terrific job with these stories and books. Keep going...
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