I'm a block away from the library when something peculiar happens.
Living in a town with supers makes one pretty much immune to odd occurrences. So when I say this is peculiar, it means I am actually fazed for once.
It looks like... someone is... falling out of the sky? Hang on, is it a super falling out of the sky? Maybe they're flying.
As traffic comes to a complete halt to watch what's happening, I groan aloud. Seriously, people, just stay in your cars. Okay, yeah, pull out your phones to record it, that's cool. It's not like other people don't have anywhere to be in three minutes.
I roll down my window to hear the worried chatter of those who are standing around.
"She's going to die!"
"We need to help!"
"It's... It's Jenga!"
The last outburst makes me suddenly more alert. Jenga is falling? And hasn't changed her odds?
When everyone starts to scream and I can't see her falling anymore, I begin to tense up. What the heck is going on?
I stick my head out of the window to see her bright blue suit just a few feet in the air above my truck. Oh my gosh! She's going to land on my truck!
The screams around me have become a background of cacophony. My heart is about to beat out of my chest and I can feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. What do I do?!
Her body is a foot away from the truck when I close my eyes and press my hands to my window and the steering wheel. I hold my breath as I prepare for her body to slam into the hood.
But it doesn't come.
I open my eyes to see she's unconscious and floating a few inches above the truck.
"She can't be dead!"
"She's unconscious!"
"Look at the force field!"
Whoa, what? Force field? Did I do that?
I slowly pull my hands away from the window and steering wheel and watch her limp body collapse into the hood. I wince as I watch her face plant into my truck.
Ouch.
Jenga's eyes begin to flutter open, and then she peels her face away from the truck. She survived all of that? Her sapphire eyes are filled with panic as she looks me in the eyes. Her hands immediately fly up to make sure her mask is still on and in place.
She scrambles off of my truck and leaps over the stopped cars. I watch, amused, dazed, and bewildered. Did that really just happen?
All of a sudden, a figure in all black flies down and lands in front of my truck. I squint to get a closer look, but he shoots across the street to run after Jenga. They're both gone and out of sight in a few seconds. I'm going to make an assumption that he pushed Jenga off a roof or something, but that's just a guess. What I really want to know is who Jenga's masked opponent was.
But I have to go study.
Or do you? You could go chase down Jenga and put an end to all of this...
She took off in an alley! How am I supposed to find her? Plus, it seems unfair to double team her.
Some villain you are.
I really need to ditch the devil on my shoulder.
As traffic begins to move again, I decide to go through with the tutoring. For today, at least.
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A- Villain
AdventureBeckett Coleman didn't have to be a villain. All he had to do was study a little harder. But if you were almost failing your college psychology class, and your professor offered you a guaranteed A for bringing down the local hero, you might jump at...
