My Valkyrie
Mantineus-Well, KND is notorious for spoofing things like Star Wars, Star Trek, and Monty Python. Why not Sin City(of which most my noir is based)?
Disclaimer-I own nothing.
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She shutters in like a leaf in the breeze, her dress in the moonlight makes her out to be goddess of old. Lovely, fair, and holy with chocolate skin. She makes me lose my breath every time I look upon her.
"Cree,"
She turns to face me with an elegance most teenage girls lack and looks at me with those intense brown orbs. She's the light in this dark city. Like an angel, she saves me.
"What is it, Chad?" She asks, not really interested in what I have to say.
That hurts. But not as much as her expression: Sad and lonely.
"What's wrong?"
"N…Nothing."
I can't stand it anymore; so vulnerable…
I embrace her. She doesn't respond at first, but she gives in. A 'sigh' from her lets me know that my partner is relaxing. Her muscles relax and she leans on me for support; I give it to her.
"He dumped me," She said. "Can you believe it? Maurice dumps me at the prom. I must be a loser…"
"Don't say that." I gently snap at her. My point is to be supportive, not mean. "You're not a loser, you're great."
"Aw, thanks, Chad." She hugs me tighter, I feel like I'm in heaven. "You're such a good friend."
And just like that, I'm back on Earth.
Of course she sees me as nothing more than a friend. I'm no Maurice. I'm just some teen she took in and trained. Maurice was with her since childhood. Who can beat that?
Her communicator beeps and we split. Another mission from Father. She activates her BRA, ninja armor appears, covering her dress.
"Come on, Chad. Father calls."
She flies off. The mythical valkyries come to mind. They are everything Cree is, only Cree is pretty and not obese. She's mine, yet not mine. My warrior woman. My valkyrie.
I watch her fly off a little more before I activate my BRA and fly off. Off after my valkyrie.
The End