katie-the-writer

[katie-the-writer]

Manic Mayhem and The Golden Comet Short Story

        I had been looking forward to this night for weeks; it was my version of date night. I had been scoping out the bank for the last month; taking note of guard shifts, pick ups and drop offs, and seeing when the bank was least busy.

        Timing was everything, I had to hit during a slow period, but also when she had a free night. And tonight was it! I pulled out my phone to update my status. Totally robbing the bank on 3rd ave!

        I hit send and waited a few minutes. Someone had to have alerted her by now. Focusing, I summoned a psychic field and blasted the front doors out and towards me. I blew a gentle wind around myself, tossing my hair around my face, and strode into the building. I loved the pageantry of being a supervillain. 

        "Hello everyone! This is a robbery! Please, no one move. I wouldn't want to have to hurt anyone." I smiled at the tellers behind their counter. They all had shocked faces. I loved it! I had never actually hurt anyone during one of these little things, I wasn't evil after all. Just a little villainous.

        Without being asked, all of the tellers started emptying their drawers and putting the cash on the counter. This was really too easy. Not to toot my own horn, but I was definitely the most powerful villain I had ever heard of. It did have it’s down sides though; the Villain League kept trying to recruit me and other heroes try to stop me sometimes. 

        None of them get it. This isn’t about the infamy or the money, I only started villainy because I was bored. Working a nine to five job was never for me. Then I met her, and it added a whole new level of excitement to this. I decided that having an archnemesis was really fun! Our little back and forths and fights were a total joy. And she was so good, I tried to fight it for a while, but it was hard not to fall for her. I had even tried to find out her secret identity once, but decided against it. They do say never meet your hero, and I decided to take that to heart, at least for now. 

        I slid the money into my bag, quickly scanning the stacks for hidden dye packs. It was all clean. This would make for a nice shopping spree later. Just on time, I heard a thud as she landed in the doorway.

        “Step away from the civilians!” She called out. The Golden Comet had come to stop me. It was a ridiculous name, really. Whichever journalist came up with that one should be fired. I had at least been able to name myself. I quite liked it, Manic Mayhem. 

        Turning towards her, I gave her a brilliant smile, “Now why would I do that, Goldie?”

        She clenched her jaw as she ground her teeth, “Don’t call me that.”

        “But it fits so nicely, what with your golden locks and all,” She did have absolutely gorgeous hair, it was naturally curly and so bouncy. The kind of hair that you want to poof up in your hands. It was nothing at all like my long, dark, and pin straight hair.

        “Put the bag on the ground and come out here,” That’s when I saw the pair of cuffs dangling from her hand. Like those could ever hold me, but to be fair, I had never shown anyone the extent of my powers. Why would I, it would only be an invitation for a more powerful hero to try to take me down. As far as I could tell, The Golden Comet was a second tier hero. If I was being honest, she was better suited to be part of a team and not a solo hero.

        I put my hands up, dropping the bag, “Fine, fine.” I walked back out into the dying light. Three cop cars were in the street, officers out and guns drawn. “I’ll play nice.”

        I let her cuff me. She nudged me towards one of the cars. She was strong, I’d give her that.

        A swift wind swept up around us. But it wasn’t mine. Within a second the two of us were standing in the center of a tornado. Laughter, that I could only describe as maniacal, filled the air around us. 

        I turned to Goldie, she didn’t seem to know what was going on either. “Hold on!” I yelled to her over the sound of chaos filling my ears. As soon as I felt her arms around my shoulders, I leapt us up and into the air. I flew us above the swirling wind that had surrounded us.

        Standing in the street, black cape billowing around him, was a villain I had never seen before. He was dressed head to toe in black. Traditional villain garb. Some people had no sense of fashion.

        “Do you know him?” Goldie asked. She had let me go and was flying on her own next to me. She looked scared.

        “Nope.”

        He turned his head up to look at us. “Golden Comet!”

        “What do you want?” I demanded sharply.

        “Leave us, Manic Mayhem, my fight isn’t with you!” He snarled up at me.

        “Considering none of us have met you before, and you’re on my turf, I think your fight is with me!” I shot myself down at him. Dammit, I missed. How did he move so fast?

        I turned frantically looking for him. Up, he had somehow gotten up. His hand was around Goldie’s throat, even from here I could see the white of his knuckles. She was scratching frantically at his hand. She wasn’t strong enough to fight him.

       I launched myself back up and the three of us crashed onto the rooftop of the bank. Shit! Too hard, the roof crumbled beneath us and we crashed through to the next floor.

       I heard Goldie groaning. Hurt, but still alive. I bounced back to my feet to face him. He scowled down at Goldie lying in a heap on the floor.

        “You’ve made a powerful enemy tonight,” He snarled at me.

        “You have no idea,” I pulled energy towards me as a burning sphere of light filled my hands. But before I could throw anything at him, he was gone.

        Goldie groaned again as she sat up holding her head, “What the hell was that?”

        “I don’t know. But I’m guessing we’ll be seeing more of him later,” I sat next to Goldie, “You ok?”

        “Yeah, just a little banged up. Damn it. I’ve haven’t been hit that hard in a while.”

        “Sorry. I just saw him on you...and I panicked. Forgot to reign it in.”

        “I always knew you were more powerful than me. I’ve taken you into custody, what, a dozen times? And you always escaped after you were out of my sight.” She shrugged like it was nothing.

        “Fourteen. It was fourteen times,” I gave her a sly smile. “Why did you play along with it then? You could have called someone in to help with me.”

        “Because I have a crush on you. And I liked our little games,” She gave me a sly smile in return.

        “Do you want to grab a drink?”