"What's wrong with some light stabbing?"
Delving into vigilante-ism, Charlie Redmond has balance everything from her superhero neighbor to her math tests to her inability to talk about her feelings. Unlike her morally righteous co-worker, Spider-Man...
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"Help! That asshole stole my cash register!" Are the words that shook me out of the daze Riptide had put me under. No sooner then they had left the vender's mouth, I jump down from a random dental sign, whip in hand.
The falling sun glazes the streets with orange and the breeze cools the sweat gathered on my neck. A man in all black(just advertise you're up to no good) pushes past the crowd. His barely visible ski mask covered head is the only thing preventing him from being lost in the crowd. I turn onto the street as fast as I can blood pumping through my legs.
Elbows, and legs, nearly clobber me, as I attempt to keep Mr. Thief in my sight. Many paces ahead of me, he jumps into the street. He's so close I can almost taste it. A glint of silver rolls through his hands, keys. I pull my whip and yank it forward. The silver serpent flashes blue as my fingers send a current down its bones. The tail end flicks towards like a viper ready to strike his wrist.
As if the heavens were watching and decided, fuck that. A snot-like substance shoots from the sky killing the snake before it's time to strike, pinning it to the ground. The electricity dissolves into pavement with my joy. My blood boils as Mr. Thief sprints farther towards his black motorcycle. A devil in red and blue fabric falls from the sky, rolling toward my thief.
"Sorry! I'm still working out the kinks!" He calls after me, running at superhuman speeds, but my perp is already on his bike. What the actual fuck?
I yank harder on my whip, but it's almost like it's melted on to the ground. Sticky grey goo smoothers the end of it. Nostrils flared, electricity pulses down my hands shattering the strange putty. I run after the motorcycle with a vengeance, carefully waiving through the few cars on the street. He's too far, and the weird spandex thief-taker is gaining on him.
I glance up at the area around me, shops, cars, and street lights. Bingo.
Flash my whip forward, I leap into the air swing forward as it curls around the street lamp. Air slaps my face and fear mixed with adrenaline flush through me. I drop down to the ground in a less than graceful manner.
Just one more leap, my whip curls around the street lamp sending me forward into the air. He's so close, not more than ten feet away.
"Oh, shit-sorry!"
Everything happens in slow motion, my hands reaching out to grab the perp, premature satisfaction buzzes in my fingertips. So close. Then shit hits the fan. Propelled with the force of a train, a body smashes into mine, flinging me to the left, towards the river.
Tangled in limbs, and the fear of drowning heavy in my mind, I flick silvery material. With a painful yank, it snags on something lessening the fall. But, mass weighs me down sending me crashing towards the dark waters.
Icy chills snap all through my body, cutting like knives. Arms wrap around me like the fear of death, and water steams under the nearly fallen sun. Regret for not taking swimming lessons and water devour me. Calm down. I can't swim. Panic swarms making kick the water in hopes of getting a stepping stone, but the water has other plans.
