December writing
Up and writing again. I'm working on a couple of unfinished short stories for Nanofimo this year. Then, if I'm feeling up to it, I'll pick up where I left off in the Quatrix for January.
Here's what I got written last night, I'm picking up my Daredevil/Supergirl crossover again.
The guards had just finished locking up the art museum for the night. The nightwatchman had just begun his first rounds...starting with the donuts he had in the breakroom while watching the monitors. Correction, he should have been watching the monitors, but he was fully engrossed in a French cruller by the time it happened. One of the screens flickered as a black hand came over it and then the main room it showed flickered back into place running on a loop.
Downstairs all was quiet. It was as if the paintings and sculptures were sleeping from all of the excitement from the day. The lights were all off, save for the skylight which was letting in the night’s full moon. A shadow fell across the moonlit floor. It was a lone figure walking into the main hall. The Kingpin stopped to lean on his cane, looking around for someone.
“Right on time,” another person came into view under the moonlight. It was Lex Luthor with a bit more sarcasm to his smile than he had for the crowd that night previously. The Kingpin smiled at that, “I believe one should never be late, especially when striking a business deal.”
“Agreed,” Lex nodded.
“The cameras?”
Lex indicated behind him with his head. His aide Mercy came through the shadows, camera lens in hand. “Taken care of,” he said in reply. The Kingpin nodded and tapped his cane once on the floor. “Then let us get right down to it.”
A small light was flicked on as his men entered the room. They were pushing a large object that was sitting on a set of wheels for a dolly. As they came near the light, the side of the long box could be seen. It read X7-13C. Lex watched as the hired thugs moved the large box over under the small lamp they had brought with them. Kingpin snapped his fingers for them to open it. The thugs tackled one end of the box with crowbars and loosened it enough to pull it off. As they laid it to one side and got out of the way, Lex approached the box to look inside. His smile widened at the contents. “Very impressive,” he remarked. “Very impressive indeed.”
“Thank you, I take that as a complement from one of your stature,” the Kingpin said with a smile while leaning nonchalantly against a pillar. “You brought our agreed price?”
Mercy produced a slim briefcase from nowhere and opened it. Inside was a computer screen neatly set into the inside lining. Lex pulled up one of his many bank accounts, only this one wasn’t his usual account. The Kingpin walked up next to him as Lex finished inputing his own identity code. “Now, if you enter your own password, ten million in untraceable money will be yours, as agreed.” Mercy came forward with another case in her hands, this one longer and thinner than the first. Lex handed it over to the Kingpin with a flourish. “And the other little item we agreed on.”
Fisk opened it briefly and closed it again with a smile. “Yes, tonight I do believe is the beginning of the end for our adversaries. Agreed?” The two men shook hands, neither trusting the other for a second.
Unnoticed to the two businessmen working out their transaction, there was another figure watching this whole scene. Peering down through the skylight was the caped figure of Supergirl. She had tracked Lex carefully from his car to his hotel and then through a secret passageway hidden in the walls to another car. That car had driven him here. Supergirl could see and hear what was going on, but she couldn’t see into the box that the men were exchanging. It was lined with lead. No doubt at Lex’s request, she thought with chagrin. So far they hadn’t done anything illegal except maybe breaking and entering. And that wouldn’t really fly because the Kingpin had gotten in with the keys. They weren’t really stealing anything from the art museum so there wasn’t any point in calling up the police. Yet. Till then, she had a good bird’s eye view of the situation and could listen in through the glass.
Down on the floor, the two men watched the laptop screen as the money exchanged places through the internet. “I still am curious, Mr. Luthor,” the Kingpin asked. “If you will excuse my asking, how will you be using such a device?”
Lex watched the men putting the lid back on the box. “You have your battles, I have mine,” he said. Inside, he was thinking of the pain he could cause that bain of his existence, Superman, with this device. Finally he would have an advantage over that flying boy scout and could bring him down once and for all. Him and that mirror image Supergirl.
“It is perhaps the superhero problem that I hear Metropolis is full of that you plan to...eradicate, yes?” The Kingpin raised a hand in defense as Lex shot him a glare. “I submit, it is none of my business.” He tapped the box with his cane. “Where can my men drop it for you? I presume you have sufficient transportation.” His tone was starting to grate a bit on Lex’s nerves, but outwardly Lex kept his cool. “Mercy,” he said and his assistant beckoned to the team of men standing in the shadows. “This way boys,” she said.
But instead of following, Fisk’s men stayed put. Both Lex and Mercy frowned in turn and the Kingpin tapped his cane impatiently on the floor. “Michaels? Don’t stand there like an idiot, do as the lady says.”
Out of nowhere, a figure darted into the group of men, throwing kicks at each of them as he spun in midair. The men, too full of fear to do anything, went down like sacks of potatoes under the attack. The figure landed in the lamplight on his feet, his masked face in full view. “Daredevil!” Fisk spat out the name in fury, raising his cane to go after him. But he was stopped by Lex. “Allow me. Mercy,” he indicated with his head the newcomer. The lithe woman driver leapt towards the red costumed hero, flipping hand over foot to land in front of him. She unleashed a series of blows and karate chops that would have felled even a large man like Fisk. If he had stood still that is. Daredevil was ready for it and parried away backwards, avoiding the onslaught. Both parties blocked and delivered blows, but none found their mark as skill matched against skill.
“That should keep him busy enough,” Lex said with resigned wave of his hand. “I don’t know about you but since our transaction is complete, I shall be leaving with my new toy.” Fisk’s mouth narrowed to a line but he held his fists in check. Though he wanted a piece of Daredevil for himself, now was not the time or the place. He took up his long thin case and made for the door where his car was parked. Lex walked underneath the moonlit skylight and looked up. Supergirl rolled away quickly, just narrowly avoiding being seen. He couldn’t have heard me, she thought. I wonder what he’s looking at. The answer came as she could hear the whirring of helicopter blades drawing near to them. It must be a new stealth helicopter, she hadn’t heard it till now. Lex’s own design of course. Crouching behind part of the roof, she could see four men inside of the helicopter. One of them jumped once they were in place, crashing through the skylight as he rappelled on a rope. Supergirl looked down between her feet with her x-ray vision. The one they called Daredevil was still having it out furiously with Mercy, Lex’s pinup girl. She had thought about jumping in to help, but it looked like Daredevil could look out for himself. Besides, she had to find out what Lex was trying to get his hands on. The men who had rappelled from the helicopter were tying the ropes to the large crate that Lex had acquired. Lex was already being pulled up on a rope up to the helicopter. The two men down there were riding on top of the crate as it slowly rose off of the museum floor and towards the skylight.
“Be ready to leave once the package is secure,” Lex admonished the pilot. Suddenly, the helicopter gave a heave, forcing everyone on board to grab for a handhold to keep their balance. Lex looked out to see what they had caught on and almost snarled with anger at what he saw. The cable was loose in the wind, the two men had fallen onto the roof below, and floating midair holding the crate aloft was the caped figure of Supergirl. “Ho there, Lex,” she greeted him with a mischievous smile. “Out for a midnight stroll, eh?”
Lex slapped the other two men on the back that were in the back of the helicopter for them to jump out. “After her, you fools! Get that crate away from her!” he growled at them. Supergirl darted away as the other two rappelled out of the helicopter and onto the roof. They pulled out their automatic guns and fired in rapid succession. Supergirl shrugged off the bullets, setting the large crate down on the roof. She tore off the sides like they were paper and tossed them aside to reveal the contents.
It was a weapon to be sure, but what kind, she couldn’t tell off hand. There was a seat for a person at one end for aiming it, like a mortar. Yet instead of a long tube like a gun, it looked more like a large flashlight with a bulb and lens. Curious, she thought to herself. A second helicopter caught her attention. This one had men with high powered machine guns sticking out of the cargo bay. The rapid fire caught her in the back, but it wasn’t much different than the previous attack. Before the men could reload, she was on top of them. Their guns were pulled from their hands and tied into knots before they were chucked onto the roof below. “You guys should be more careful,” she told them with a smile. “You could hurt someone with these.” The frightened men were pulling back to the other side of the helicopter as she grabbed onto the landing frame below it with the intent of grounding them. But before she could do so, a loud sound assaulted her super sonic hearing. It was the unmistakable sound of something powering up. Supergirl turned to see that one of the henchmen was randomly flicking switches on the new weapon. Clumsy fool, he could blow up the whole town without knowing it. Leaving go of the helicopter, Supergirl darted towards the machine at full speed. The henchman spooked as he saw the superhero bearing down on him and mashed all of the keys at once.
The weapon jumped into life and a greenish light shot out of the lens. It caught Supergirl full in the face just as she came up on it. The pain seared right to the back of her eyes and she screamed as she dropped out of the sky from the shock, her hands trying to cover her eyes up in time. The weapon turned itself back off as quickly as it had turned on and Lex watched in amazement as Supergirl fell in towards the broken skylight like a wounded bird and disappeared. A smile of triumph lit across his face. “It works!”
At the sound of gunfire, Daredevil paused from a perch on a statue. Something was happening up there. He leapt from the statue as Mercy came swinging in on a rope. The girl was very good but they were both starting to tire. Daredevil was fighting with every ounce of skill he had, taking full advantage that the lights were dim in this part of the museum. His adversary was just as much in the dark as he was. Mercy had grabbed a spear from a wax figure and lobbed it straight for him. He just dodged it, tossing one of his sticks as he did. She ducked just in time and the stick took off a chunk of a marble pillar. The two circled, slowly, each panting for breath and looking for an opening. Daredevil braced himself as he sensed Mercy about to rush him. But instead, he lost his footing as Mercy pulled the rug out from underneath him. She was leaping on top of him with a triumphant yell, aiming blow after blow at his head. Daredevil blocked the blows painfully, trying to get his feet back under him, but she had him pinned down mercilessly and was giving no quarter.
Suddenly, there was another scream from above them. This one was much louder and caught Mercy off guard. She paused in her attack for a mere second and Daredevil took the opening. He pulled his stick from his boot lightning fast and bashed her over the head with it. Mercy’s head slumped to the side and she fell limply off of him onto the floor. Daredevil pulled himself up quickly, just in case she was playing him for a sucker, but she lay still on the tangled rug. About time, he said to himself. His sensitive ears picked up the sound of rushing wind coming through the skylight. There were two helicopters out there and something was coming through the skylight into the museum. Daredevil got behind a pillar quickly, hoping that it wasn’t a bomb coming to finish him off. But instead of an explosion, there was the unmistakable sound of a body meeting the polished marble floor with a sickening crunch. You live in Hell’s Kitchen long enough, you never forget the sound of death hitting the pavement.
I also had a spur of the moment scene idea with the hulk and supergirl while watching the incredible hulk tv series. I was so proud, I wrote about 800 words on paper alone. :)
There was a squeal of brakes and a loud crash that followed. David Banner looked up from his sweeping of the sidewalk, looking towards where the sound came from. There was a car pileup at the end of the block. One of the cars must have hit a fire hydrant because a gusher of water was shooting up and over the twisted pile of cars. From this distance, David could see at least 4 cars involved. One of the drivers was stumbling out of the car but David couldn’t see any of the other drivers. The broom clattered onto the sidewalk as David left his post to see if he could help anyone hurt. That familiar knot was tying up again in his stomach. The one that said he shouldn’t get involved. Somehow it was always overruled by his predisposition for keeping people alive.
As he ran up, David could see two cars had crashed against a third, smashing it into the building off to the side. The bricks were dislodged and plaster was covering everything. A young lady was crawling out of the third car. Her arms were cut up pretty badly. David went for her first.
“Miss, miss, you ok?” He came up next to her and started to pull her away from the wrecks.
“Look out!” Someone was calling from the other side of the street. “It’s gonna fall!” David looked up, his arms around the girl. Above them a piece of the building wall had come loose and was teetering towards the street where they were. David grabbed the girl around the waist, trying to haul her to her feet and out of danger. But she went limp just as the bricks started to fall. David threw himself on top of the girl, still trying with all his might to move them both out of the way. For certain, this could be the end of the line for him.
Suddenly, something swooshed in and grabbed him around the middle with a speed he could barely register. Both he and the girl were pulled away just as the falling avalanche poured onto their recently vacated spot on the pavement with a loud crash.
At first, David thought he was floating away and could barely believe it was real. But as he and the girl were set down a safe distance away, he realized it was an arm that had dragged him away. The arm released him and David was able to turn around and get a look at the rest of their rescuer.
It was a lady. But not just an off-the-street sort of lady. This one was dressed in a brightly colored costume of blue and red. A red cape draped over her shoulders underneath her long brown hair. She was lowering the unconscious woman driver onto the pavement gently. David moved to make sure the driver was ok and made eye contact with the strange blue and red lady. She had brown eyes that exuded confidence and compassion all at the same time. “Are you ok?” she asked him. “Anything hurt?”
“No, I don’t think so.” David bent down, quickly checking the woman driver over. “You’re a doctor?” the caped lady asked, taking in his apron as well as his professional actions. David looked up, noting the red and yellow S emblem on the front of her outfit. “I do know first aid,” he conceded, not wanting to give too much away.
“Good, you watch her, I’ll get the others free.” Before his eyes, the lady stood and jumped into the air. And she kept going till she lit over the top of the car pileup, just hanging there. She tore the door off of the top car, exposing the unconscious driver.
David saw that the woman driver was ok, just fainted from the exertion, so he ran and called to the flying lady. “Don’t move him, he might have a broken neck!”
The girl looked at the driver carefully without touching him, as if looking right through him. “Not that I can see,” she called down. “But you’re right, I’ll bring them down in the cars.” David watched as she hovered in midair around the back and pried the car loose from the pile, lifting it over her head. He just had to find out why nobody else that was watching was questioning this newcomer. He tapped an onlooker on the shoulder. “Who is that remarkable lady?” he asked. The Metropolis native gave him a look. “You must be from way out of town. That’s Supergirl.”
“Super-girl?” David asked.
The man nodded almost with pride as he spoke. “Yeah, she’s a hero here in Metropolis.”
“I see,” David watched Supergirl untangling the mess with her bare hands as if they were toy cars. Inside, the scientist in him was watching hungrily, wondering how she could weld so much strength with that much control. The control he had been looking for.
Off in the distance he could hear the ambulance sirens coming their way. Supergirl was motioning to him. He ran over as she yanked off another door. “I’m afraid till the paramedics get here, it’s you and me.” She indicated the passenger. “He’s bleeding a lot and his foot is caught. I need you to put pressure on that wound to stop the bleeding while I cut his foot out.” She pulled off her red cape and handed it to him. David quickly moved in beside the hurt man. “Don’t worry about the cape, rip into it if you need to,” she said before sliding underneath the car. David tore off long strips and held pressure on the bleeding with a makeshift pressure bandage. He could hear the girl working under the car but couldn’t see. She seemed to know what to do so he wasn’t going to argue at this point.
Here's what I got written last night, I'm picking up my Daredevil/Supergirl crossover again.
The guards had just finished locking up the art museum for the night. The nightwatchman had just begun his first rounds...starting with the donuts he had in the breakroom while watching the monitors. Correction, he should have been watching the monitors, but he was fully engrossed in a French cruller by the time it happened. One of the screens flickered as a black hand came over it and then the main room it showed flickered back into place running on a loop.
Downstairs all was quiet. It was as if the paintings and sculptures were sleeping from all of the excitement from the day. The lights were all off, save for the skylight which was letting in the night’s full moon. A shadow fell across the moonlit floor. It was a lone figure walking into the main hall. The Kingpin stopped to lean on his cane, looking around for someone.
“Right on time,” another person came into view under the moonlight. It was Lex Luthor with a bit more sarcasm to his smile than he had for the crowd that night previously. The Kingpin smiled at that, “I believe one should never be late, especially when striking a business deal.”
“Agreed,” Lex nodded.
“The cameras?”
Lex indicated behind him with his head. His aide Mercy came through the shadows, camera lens in hand. “Taken care of,” he said in reply. The Kingpin nodded and tapped his cane once on the floor. “Then let us get right down to it.”
A small light was flicked on as his men entered the room. They were pushing a large object that was sitting on a set of wheels for a dolly. As they came near the light, the side of the long box could be seen. It read X7-13C. Lex watched as the hired thugs moved the large box over under the small lamp they had brought with them. Kingpin snapped his fingers for them to open it. The thugs tackled one end of the box with crowbars and loosened it enough to pull it off. As they laid it to one side and got out of the way, Lex approached the box to look inside. His smile widened at the contents. “Very impressive,” he remarked. “Very impressive indeed.”
“Thank you, I take that as a complement from one of your stature,” the Kingpin said with a smile while leaning nonchalantly against a pillar. “You brought our agreed price?”
Mercy produced a slim briefcase from nowhere and opened it. Inside was a computer screen neatly set into the inside lining. Lex pulled up one of his many bank accounts, only this one wasn’t his usual account. The Kingpin walked up next to him as Lex finished inputing his own identity code. “Now, if you enter your own password, ten million in untraceable money will be yours, as agreed.” Mercy came forward with another case in her hands, this one longer and thinner than the first. Lex handed it over to the Kingpin with a flourish. “And the other little item we agreed on.”
Fisk opened it briefly and closed it again with a smile. “Yes, tonight I do believe is the beginning of the end for our adversaries. Agreed?” The two men shook hands, neither trusting the other for a second.
Unnoticed to the two businessmen working out their transaction, there was another figure watching this whole scene. Peering down through the skylight was the caped figure of Supergirl. She had tracked Lex carefully from his car to his hotel and then through a secret passageway hidden in the walls to another car. That car had driven him here. Supergirl could see and hear what was going on, but she couldn’t see into the box that the men were exchanging. It was lined with lead. No doubt at Lex’s request, she thought with chagrin. So far they hadn’t done anything illegal except maybe breaking and entering. And that wouldn’t really fly because the Kingpin had gotten in with the keys. They weren’t really stealing anything from the art museum so there wasn’t any point in calling up the police. Yet. Till then, she had a good bird’s eye view of the situation and could listen in through the glass.
Down on the floor, the two men watched the laptop screen as the money exchanged places through the internet. “I still am curious, Mr. Luthor,” the Kingpin asked. “If you will excuse my asking, how will you be using such a device?”
Lex watched the men putting the lid back on the box. “You have your battles, I have mine,” he said. Inside, he was thinking of the pain he could cause that bain of his existence, Superman, with this device. Finally he would have an advantage over that flying boy scout and could bring him down once and for all. Him and that mirror image Supergirl.
“It is perhaps the superhero problem that I hear Metropolis is full of that you plan to...eradicate, yes?” The Kingpin raised a hand in defense as Lex shot him a glare. “I submit, it is none of my business.” He tapped the box with his cane. “Where can my men drop it for you? I presume you have sufficient transportation.” His tone was starting to grate a bit on Lex’s nerves, but outwardly Lex kept his cool. “Mercy,” he said and his assistant beckoned to the team of men standing in the shadows. “This way boys,” she said.
But instead of following, Fisk’s men stayed put. Both Lex and Mercy frowned in turn and the Kingpin tapped his cane impatiently on the floor. “Michaels? Don’t stand there like an idiot, do as the lady says.”
Out of nowhere, a figure darted into the group of men, throwing kicks at each of them as he spun in midair. The men, too full of fear to do anything, went down like sacks of potatoes under the attack. The figure landed in the lamplight on his feet, his masked face in full view. “Daredevil!” Fisk spat out the name in fury, raising his cane to go after him. But he was stopped by Lex. “Allow me. Mercy,” he indicated with his head the newcomer. The lithe woman driver leapt towards the red costumed hero, flipping hand over foot to land in front of him. She unleashed a series of blows and karate chops that would have felled even a large man like Fisk. If he had stood still that is. Daredevil was ready for it and parried away backwards, avoiding the onslaught. Both parties blocked and delivered blows, but none found their mark as skill matched against skill.
“That should keep him busy enough,” Lex said with resigned wave of his hand. “I don’t know about you but since our transaction is complete, I shall be leaving with my new toy.” Fisk’s mouth narrowed to a line but he held his fists in check. Though he wanted a piece of Daredevil for himself, now was not the time or the place. He took up his long thin case and made for the door where his car was parked. Lex walked underneath the moonlit skylight and looked up. Supergirl rolled away quickly, just narrowly avoiding being seen. He couldn’t have heard me, she thought. I wonder what he’s looking at. The answer came as she could hear the whirring of helicopter blades drawing near to them. It must be a new stealth helicopter, she hadn’t heard it till now. Lex’s own design of course. Crouching behind part of the roof, she could see four men inside of the helicopter. One of them jumped once they were in place, crashing through the skylight as he rappelled on a rope. Supergirl looked down between her feet with her x-ray vision. The one they called Daredevil was still having it out furiously with Mercy, Lex’s pinup girl. She had thought about jumping in to help, but it looked like Daredevil could look out for himself. Besides, she had to find out what Lex was trying to get his hands on. The men who had rappelled from the helicopter were tying the ropes to the large crate that Lex had acquired. Lex was already being pulled up on a rope up to the helicopter. The two men down there were riding on top of the crate as it slowly rose off of the museum floor and towards the skylight.
“Be ready to leave once the package is secure,” Lex admonished the pilot. Suddenly, the helicopter gave a heave, forcing everyone on board to grab for a handhold to keep their balance. Lex looked out to see what they had caught on and almost snarled with anger at what he saw. The cable was loose in the wind, the two men had fallen onto the roof below, and floating midair holding the crate aloft was the caped figure of Supergirl. “Ho there, Lex,” she greeted him with a mischievous smile. “Out for a midnight stroll, eh?”
Lex slapped the other two men on the back that were in the back of the helicopter for them to jump out. “After her, you fools! Get that crate away from her!” he growled at them. Supergirl darted away as the other two rappelled out of the helicopter and onto the roof. They pulled out their automatic guns and fired in rapid succession. Supergirl shrugged off the bullets, setting the large crate down on the roof. She tore off the sides like they were paper and tossed them aside to reveal the contents.
It was a weapon to be sure, but what kind, she couldn’t tell off hand. There was a seat for a person at one end for aiming it, like a mortar. Yet instead of a long tube like a gun, it looked more like a large flashlight with a bulb and lens. Curious, she thought to herself. A second helicopter caught her attention. This one had men with high powered machine guns sticking out of the cargo bay. The rapid fire caught her in the back, but it wasn’t much different than the previous attack. Before the men could reload, she was on top of them. Their guns were pulled from their hands and tied into knots before they were chucked onto the roof below. “You guys should be more careful,” she told them with a smile. “You could hurt someone with these.” The frightened men were pulling back to the other side of the helicopter as she grabbed onto the landing frame below it with the intent of grounding them. But before she could do so, a loud sound assaulted her super sonic hearing. It was the unmistakable sound of something powering up. Supergirl turned to see that one of the henchmen was randomly flicking switches on the new weapon. Clumsy fool, he could blow up the whole town without knowing it. Leaving go of the helicopter, Supergirl darted towards the machine at full speed. The henchman spooked as he saw the superhero bearing down on him and mashed all of the keys at once.
The weapon jumped into life and a greenish light shot out of the lens. It caught Supergirl full in the face just as she came up on it. The pain seared right to the back of her eyes and she screamed as she dropped out of the sky from the shock, her hands trying to cover her eyes up in time. The weapon turned itself back off as quickly as it had turned on and Lex watched in amazement as Supergirl fell in towards the broken skylight like a wounded bird and disappeared. A smile of triumph lit across his face. “It works!”
At the sound of gunfire, Daredevil paused from a perch on a statue. Something was happening up there. He leapt from the statue as Mercy came swinging in on a rope. The girl was very good but they were both starting to tire. Daredevil was fighting with every ounce of skill he had, taking full advantage that the lights were dim in this part of the museum. His adversary was just as much in the dark as he was. Mercy had grabbed a spear from a wax figure and lobbed it straight for him. He just dodged it, tossing one of his sticks as he did. She ducked just in time and the stick took off a chunk of a marble pillar. The two circled, slowly, each panting for breath and looking for an opening. Daredevil braced himself as he sensed Mercy about to rush him. But instead, he lost his footing as Mercy pulled the rug out from underneath him. She was leaping on top of him with a triumphant yell, aiming blow after blow at his head. Daredevil blocked the blows painfully, trying to get his feet back under him, but she had him pinned down mercilessly and was giving no quarter.
Suddenly, there was another scream from above them. This one was much louder and caught Mercy off guard. She paused in her attack for a mere second and Daredevil took the opening. He pulled his stick from his boot lightning fast and bashed her over the head with it. Mercy’s head slumped to the side and she fell limply off of him onto the floor. Daredevil pulled himself up quickly, just in case she was playing him for a sucker, but she lay still on the tangled rug. About time, he said to himself. His sensitive ears picked up the sound of rushing wind coming through the skylight. There were two helicopters out there and something was coming through the skylight into the museum. Daredevil got behind a pillar quickly, hoping that it wasn’t a bomb coming to finish him off. But instead of an explosion, there was the unmistakable sound of a body meeting the polished marble floor with a sickening crunch. You live in Hell’s Kitchen long enough, you never forget the sound of death hitting the pavement.
I also had a spur of the moment scene idea with the hulk and supergirl while watching the incredible hulk tv series. I was so proud, I wrote about 800 words on paper alone. :)
There was a squeal of brakes and a loud crash that followed. David Banner looked up from his sweeping of the sidewalk, looking towards where the sound came from. There was a car pileup at the end of the block. One of the cars must have hit a fire hydrant because a gusher of water was shooting up and over the twisted pile of cars. From this distance, David could see at least 4 cars involved. One of the drivers was stumbling out of the car but David couldn’t see any of the other drivers. The broom clattered onto the sidewalk as David left his post to see if he could help anyone hurt. That familiar knot was tying up again in his stomach. The one that said he shouldn’t get involved. Somehow it was always overruled by his predisposition for keeping people alive.
As he ran up, David could see two cars had crashed against a third, smashing it into the building off to the side. The bricks were dislodged and plaster was covering everything. A young lady was crawling out of the third car. Her arms were cut up pretty badly. David went for her first.
“Miss, miss, you ok?” He came up next to her and started to pull her away from the wrecks.
“Look out!” Someone was calling from the other side of the street. “It’s gonna fall!” David looked up, his arms around the girl. Above them a piece of the building wall had come loose and was teetering towards the street where they were. David grabbed the girl around the waist, trying to haul her to her feet and out of danger. But she went limp just as the bricks started to fall. David threw himself on top of the girl, still trying with all his might to move them both out of the way. For certain, this could be the end of the line for him.
Suddenly, something swooshed in and grabbed him around the middle with a speed he could barely register. Both he and the girl were pulled away just as the falling avalanche poured onto their recently vacated spot on the pavement with a loud crash.
At first, David thought he was floating away and could barely believe it was real. But as he and the girl were set down a safe distance away, he realized it was an arm that had dragged him away. The arm released him and David was able to turn around and get a look at the rest of their rescuer.
It was a lady. But not just an off-the-street sort of lady. This one was dressed in a brightly colored costume of blue and red. A red cape draped over her shoulders underneath her long brown hair. She was lowering the unconscious woman driver onto the pavement gently. David moved to make sure the driver was ok and made eye contact with the strange blue and red lady. She had brown eyes that exuded confidence and compassion all at the same time. “Are you ok?” she asked him. “Anything hurt?”
“No, I don’t think so.” David bent down, quickly checking the woman driver over. “You’re a doctor?” the caped lady asked, taking in his apron as well as his professional actions. David looked up, noting the red and yellow S emblem on the front of her outfit. “I do know first aid,” he conceded, not wanting to give too much away.
“Good, you watch her, I’ll get the others free.” Before his eyes, the lady stood and jumped into the air. And she kept going till she lit over the top of the car pileup, just hanging there. She tore the door off of the top car, exposing the unconscious driver.
David saw that the woman driver was ok, just fainted from the exertion, so he ran and called to the flying lady. “Don’t move him, he might have a broken neck!”
The girl looked at the driver carefully without touching him, as if looking right through him. “Not that I can see,” she called down. “But you’re right, I’ll bring them down in the cars.” David watched as she hovered in midair around the back and pried the car loose from the pile, lifting it over her head. He just had to find out why nobody else that was watching was questioning this newcomer. He tapped an onlooker on the shoulder. “Who is that remarkable lady?” he asked. The Metropolis native gave him a look. “You must be from way out of town. That’s Supergirl.”
“Super-girl?” David asked.
The man nodded almost with pride as he spoke. “Yeah, she’s a hero here in Metropolis.”
“I see,” David watched Supergirl untangling the mess with her bare hands as if they were toy cars. Inside, the scientist in him was watching hungrily, wondering how she could weld so much strength with that much control. The control he had been looking for.
Off in the distance he could hear the ambulance sirens coming their way. Supergirl was motioning to him. He ran over as she yanked off another door. “I’m afraid till the paramedics get here, it’s you and me.” She indicated the passenger. “He’s bleeding a lot and his foot is caught. I need you to put pressure on that wound to stop the bleeding while I cut his foot out.” She pulled off her red cape and handed it to him. David quickly moved in beside the hurt man. “Don’t worry about the cape, rip into it if you need to,” she said before sliding underneath the car. David tore off long strips and held pressure on the bleeding with a makeshift pressure bandage. He could hear the girl working under the car but couldn’t see. She seemed to know what to do so he wasn’t going to argue at this point.