Picking up the bird woman, I gently slap her awake. Holding her cheek with teary eyes, she struggles to get out of my grip. “Wait! I won’t hurt you anymore if you stop moving!” I scream at the bird woman while shaking her. Not believing me, she starts to smack my face with her wings. Panicking, I shake even harder, “Stop! Stop it! I can’t see.” Blinded by the wings, I throw her away. Watching the woman fly away in a perfect spiral, I rub my irritated eyes. Feathers, I’m allergic to feathers!
My eyes start puffing up, leaving me half blinded as I paw at my surroundings. Hearing a distant crash and a shriek, I smile while trying to find my way around. It wasn’t that I couldn’t see, but my hands had also puffed up. Finding a ledge, I sit on it while trying to restore my hands. Just as my hands start to settle down, something bombards my face. Screaming in fear, I shield my face. I really hope it isn’t a popsicle, I’m allergic to some flavors. As soon as the coldness stops flooding me, I run towards the source.
Seeing a floating man in a white suit, I run around him in an arc. Wilbur always said that if someone is using continuous magic like a flamethrower, to run around them looking for an opening. Running around the roof, I jump onto the next when another blast of cold hits me. Some superhero, he hit me in the air! That's just rude! Angry, I lift the metal box making noise and throw it at him. Dodging, he continues to throw what looks like ice at me. Swing around a flag pole to dodge the beam of ice, I uproot the pole and swing it. Catching him off guard, I smash him into the next building. Jumping after him, I land on the edge of the broken floor. This world really has pretty things everywhere. In the room I landed in, several weird specs of light ran along the walls and ceiling.
Finding the Iceman, I hesitate, If I fight him here, will he kill the lights? Putting on my best serious face, I drag the Iceman by his foot and drop him over the ledge. This way, he can’t hurt these pretty lights. Following the lights, I try to catch them a few times but a few glass walls later, I decide that I’m fine just watching.
Just as I am about to forget myself in the lights, a jet of flames kills all of them. Turning around, I could feel my face heating up. I think this is different from before. I think this is rage. Glaring at the floating baldy on fire, I watch as he laughs. Shooting his fire at me, I watch in anger. How dare he kill the specs of light. He is not a hero! Smashing the floor, I fly at him faster than he could see. Headbutting him into a building and through the other side. I grind his cueball head into the ground. Grabbing him by the foot I slam him down on the ground several times. I just hate this guy. Why can’t I wipe that smug smile off his face? He just soundlessly took my beating.
Huffing with exertion, I watch as he lay there glaring back at me, motionlessly. “Stop looking at me!” I scream in frustration. Deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine, I stare back at him. Several minutes pass and I finally give up. He might be a hateful hairless hillbilly, but he really can stare longer than I can. Slowly lowering my self to the ground, I pick up some gravel. Pointing to the sky, I say, “Look what’s that?” Ignoring his eyes that never left me, I throw the gravel at his face.
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Flinching in disgust, I watch as he stares at me with gravels in his eyes. Creeped out, I think of a solution. Digging my hands into the ground, I peel the street layer up. It’s surprisingly thick. Even the layer I peeled has another layer underneath it! Tearing off a piece of the street I turn back to the hot mess. He’s still watching me! Feeling a chill creep up my back, I quickly slam the piece of the street on top of him. Pressing down, I seal it tight. Dusting off my hands, I smirk. Now I can ignore that guy. If he still wants to fight, he would have to move.
Crossing my arms, I wait in satisfaction. This guy probably can’t bear to admit he can’t keep staring! I mean, he is the only human that can keep staring through all of that right? I’ll give him credit for that. Waiting a minute, I start to get bored. Climbing back onto the roof, I sigh. First the bird woman, then Iceman and then the flaming, staring champion. Could things get any harder?
“Hey! Hey, you! Do you really think that you can just do what you want? Even those with extremely versatile powers have weaknesses. Yours just happens to be me!” someone yells from behind me. Turning around, I see a little boy. “Heh! Scared? It’s too late. I command you to walk towards me.” Not understanding, I start to walk towards him. “Hehe. You see, I can control people with my voice.”
Still not understanding what was happening, I continue to walk towards him. Watching him closely, he seems to be completely confident that his powers work. Deciding I would practice my staring technique, I start glaring at him. Squinting my eyes, I remember that the guy on fire kept his eyes wide open. It has to be a secret technique! Widening my eye all of a sudden, the boy flinches, “What are you doing?” Smirking, I reply in triumph, “I’m practicing my staring for the flaming guy down behind me. Just give up! You’ve blinked twice already!” Almost within arms distance from the boy, he loudly screams, “Stop!” What am I supposed to stop? My staring? All of a sudden, I blink! He can control my actions! I refuse to lose! Glaring even harder between the blinks, I get within arms distance. “Wait! Stop walking!‘ he says in a panic. Enraged, I stop walking. How dare he tell my legs what to do? Quickly reaching out, I clamp my hand on his mouth.
Shaking him up and down like a rag. I throw him away too. I just can’t find a decent superhero today! What terrible luck. I thought I could convince one or two to help Regius but no. They all start attacking me first. Thinking back to the bird lady I murmur, “Yea, I just caught her to ask for help. She’s the one who triggered my allergies.”
Feeling a sudden tap on my shoulder, I see a masked man in all black with a cape. “I’m Penguin Man!” Fighting the urge to laugh, I ask, ”Couldn’t you use something cooler?” Scratching his head, he says in a gravelly voice, “I was kind of low on budget and the only black suit I had was a tuxedo. You’re under arrest for the murder of several local superheroes!” Tilting my head, I ask, “Couldn’t you paint your inner shirt black? There are a whole lot of animals that are cool in the dark!” Shaking his head, he says, “For the last time, I have a low budget! Hands up please.” Noticing his dry voice again, I pull out something I found in the hospital supply closet. Moisturizing cream.
Trying to be helpful, I approach him while saying, “Here, let me help you. If you don’t moisturize properly you can lose your voice forever!” Reaching out for his mask, He tries to stop me by flailing around and shouting. After a while of trying to dance, he sadly says, “They said this martial art is supposed to work for weaker opponents. I couldn’t even move a little girl. That’s practically three months of food gone...” Feeling bad for him, I squeeze his mouth open and dump a good amount of cream into his mouth.
Squishing his cheeks, I make sure he spreads the cream everywhere. Pinching his nose and clamping his mouth, I wait until he swallows, finally letting him breathe. Sputtering and struggling to breathe, he throws his mask away and opens up the top part of his suit. Riping the neck piece off, He coughs harshly while bending over. Patting his back, I help him breathe. Finally able to breathe, he tells me to get away in a weird high squeaky voice. Backing away, I watch with satisfaction. His voice might not be pretty, but at least he won’t lose it.