Falling to your death is rather overrated.
Tobey thought to himself, as the wind rushed around his plummeting body.
1) You either die, and don't care because you're dead.
2) Or someone or something saves you from an untimely demise and you live on as if nothing ever happened.
Tobey tried an experimental scream, but the wind choked the sound from his lungs.
He could see the ground now. It was not a welcome sight.
Great.
I'm going to have to cancel that shipment of robot parts. He thought irrationally.
The world slowed, as if allowing him time to savor the last seconds he had left, and Tobey felt an unmanly hysterical giggle rise in his throat.
The whole scene was just too melodramatic.
He squeezed his eyes shut. 'A bit cliché' he mused, somewhat surprised at the trivial thoughts that ran through his mind seconds before death. Tobey opened an eye, and regretted it instantly.
The ground was approximately 3 seconds away.
Hang clichés.
Three.
Two.
One...
Drat. I miscalculated.
Suddenly, Tobey felt someone grab him, none to gently, and send him skyward.
Someone strong, and warm, and alive.
No, this isn't right. I must be dead. He thought, even as he opened his right eye a slit.
As crazy as it was to his logic driven brain, it seemed as if he was...flying. He looked up at his rescuer, and he knew he really must have died. There was no other explanation for what he had just seen.
It was an angel.
Albeit an angel with a bright red suit and an irritated scowl on her beautiful face, but still... She was...
"Lovely." He whispered. The angel rolled her eyes. Tobey frowned, angels weren't supposed to do that.
The angel set him down on a grimy rooftop...not the most angelic setting, and crossed her arms in a challenge. Her brown eyes flickered briefly over Tobey.
"Does this belong to you?" she asked, holding up the remote control to Tobey's robot, her voice laced with exasperation. Tobey stared at her, his brain temporarily out of function. She raised an eyebrow and tapped her red booted foot impatiently.
"Well?"
A monkey in a blue suit swooped in from nowhere and landed on the girl's shoulder. He glared at Tobey, a half eaten hotdog clutched possessively in one furry hand.
Tobey decided he wasn't in heaven.
The girl sighed an exaggerated sigh, and crumpled the remote in her hand like it was paper. Tobey gasped. He had spent MONTHS on that!
"Who are you?" He asked, in amazement.
The girl grinned, "I'm Wordgirl, and this is my sidekick Captain Huggy Face! We're here to defeat you, once and for all!"
Tobey racked his brain for a connection. He had heard of Wordgirl, even as new as he was to the town, everyone knew about the super heroine, but he had thought that she would be older, and...well...not so beautiful.
Altogether she made him feel weak, and Tobey did not enjoy feeling weak. He cleared his throat; he would not allow her strength and beauty to befuddle him further.
"My name is Theodore Mcallister the Third. But you can call me Tobey." He said, in his distinct British accent.
Wordgirl did not seem impressed.
"Well, Tobey. Prepare for defeat." She cried, taking a fighting pose. Her monkey downed the hotdog, and joined her in a combat stance.
Tobey eyed the monkey, making sure to keep a good distance from him.
"I don't think so." He fished around in his pocket and brought out his spare remote. The first thing his dad ever taught him, was to bring a spare in case the first malfunctioned, and Tobey had faithfully done just that. He gave a small smirk as Wordgirl's brown eyes grew wide.
"You see, Wordgirl, I will not be defeated so easily." He tried the evil laugh he had been working on, a little cold 'I could care less' mockery with a British accent.
Perfect.
Well, it would have been perfect if the filthy monkey hadn't pounced on top of him.
"Hey!" Tobey shouted, as the monkey grabbed the remote from his hand and swung out of reach.
"Come back, you ugly thing!"
The monkey swung up onto Wordgirl's shoulders, and chattered triumphantly, waving the remote in an obvious taunt.
"Great job, Huggy!" Wordgirl cried, smashing it with glee.
"Noo!"
"Well, Tobey, it was nice knowing you, but I have somewhere to be. The police should be able to handle this."
Tobey stopped mid scream and stared up at Wordgirl.
"Wait, you're going to send me to jail?"
Wordgirl rolled her eyes, "Of course not. You will be under house arrest, aka grounded, for a long, long...long time."
Suddenly two wimpy policemen swooped in out of nowhere and grabbed Tobey's arms.
"Hey! Watch it!" Tobey growled,
"I'll get you Wordgirl, if it's the last thing I do!" He hissed as they dragged him towards the stairs.
Wordgirl smirked, "If I had a nickel for every time a villain said that, I'd be able to afford that new unicorn-" Huggy cut her off with a warning squeak. "Oh,..I mean, stop crime more efficiently!" Huggy face palmed.
Wordgirl really needed to work on her excuses.