Thursday, January 24, 2013

Chasing Lady Midnight - 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.

Mystery writer C.L. Ragsdale is the author of The Reboot Files a Christian Mystery Series. A California native, she loves to "surf" the web to research plot details for her fun, quirky stories with just a bit of whopper in them. She has a degree in Theatre Arts which greatly influenced her writing style. Working in various fields as a secretary has allowed her to both master her writing skills and acquire valuable technical knowledge which she uses liberally in her plots. She loves to crochet and is a big fan of the old Scooby Doo cartoons.
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1 comment:

  1. Our God is a refuge - a very present help in times of trouble! Loving the story!

    ~Nancy Jill


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