I was fearfully pinning myself to the wall, watching as Dr. Horrible kept an eye on all of us, his Death Ray in his hands. Moist was in the back of the bank, along with some of the terrified employees, cleaning out the vaults full of money.
Dr. Horrible had grown popular ever since he defeated Captain Hammer and killed...'what's-her-name'...it was actually the first time I had ever encountered Dr. Horrible, since I only lived in L.A for two months. I only knew a chunkful about Dr. Horrible because my "friends" Maurissa, Steve and Stacy were Dr. Horrible obsessors and talked about him constantly.
Dr. Horrible's back was turned to me when I noticed the "Please wait for assistance" sign. I was terrified of the villain, sure, but I had a feeling that the plan I conjured up in my head would actually work. Keeping my eyes on Dr. Horrible, I slowly made my way towards the sign.
"Don't do it!"
"He'll kill you!"
I ignored the whispered warnings and grasped the metal stand, holding the sign like a baseball bat, approaching Dr. Horrible quietly.
Then, with a fierce battle cry, I swung the sign down on his head.
He fell onto the floor, moaning in pain. His Death Ray flew out of his hands and slid on the floor, stopping by the wall.
I rushed after it, only to find myself fall to the floor as well, Dr. Horrible grasping my ankle.
"Get off of me!" I yelled, as we wrestled and rolled on the floor, trying to grab the Death Ray.
Unfortunately, I failed to grab it first.
With an arm wrapped around my neck, Dr. Horrible pulled me up and pointed the Death Ray at my head. "If anyone does anything funny, I'll shoot her!"
Now I was really scared.
Moist ran out, trying to keep a firm grip on the bags of money. He saw us. "Doc, is everything alright?"
"Fine, fine. Just a little trouble, that's all. Hurry up, will ya?"
Moist dropped the bags by the door and ran back into the vault room. Some employees came out, trembling like leaves, dropping bags of money in the same spot. Soon, the pile grew bigger and bigger. "That's all the money, doc." Moist said.
"Excellent. Get it in the van," the doctor ordered. I watched as Moist began to carry the bags out one by one. The doctor's grip on me tightened and I heard him whisper in my ear, "Captain Hammer can't save you now."
"D-Don't remind me..." I stammered, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.
Soon, the bags were gone. Dr. Horrible laughed evilly and began to walk towards the door, his arm still around my neck, the Death Ray pointing at the people around us. When we reached the door, he pushed me away and then ran out.
I stumbled, but managed to keep my feet on the ground.
"That was amazing!" a man exclaimed. "you're so brave!"
"Brave?" I asked, still shaking. "I nearly pissed my pants. I was freaking out..."
"But still, you stood up to him! I would never do that, especially with the Death Ray in his hands!"
"Yeah and the way you wrestled him on the floor!" an employee laughed.
Soon, I was surrounded by people praising me, except for one man, who called me a 'crazy bitch', then stormed out.
I left the bank empty-handed. I guess those loans will have to wait. I thought.
I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and looked down at my hands. "I...hit Dr. Horrible...I was close to becoming a hero..." I laughed slightly. "me? A hero? Yeah right."
"This is better than Transmatter-ed gold bars any day!" Moist laughed, throwing money into the air. "I can buy myself some new gloves, so nothing can get wet when I touch it. Oh my god, I can buy a Grip-It (c) so I can actually open peanut-butter and pickle jars now!"
Moist noticed Dr. Horrible wasn't listening. He was actually sitting in his chair, his right leg resting on his knee, a look of deep thought on his face.
"Doc? What's wrong?"
"That girl hit me with a metal sign..." Dr. Horrible replied softly.
"You mean the one with the blue highlights? The one you were pointing the Death Ray at?"
Dr. Horrible nodded. "Moist, how long has it been since I defeated Captain Hammer?"
"About a year and four months."
"For a year and four months, I had been feared," Dr. Horrible started. "...but then that girl...she was afraid of me. I knew she was...but she actually had enough courage to hit me...no one has tried that in any of my crimes."
"Don't let it bug you, doc. It's just one person out of the whole city anyway." Moist shrugged, flopping on the sofa, instantly making it wet.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. Let's order some pizza. I'll treat you."
I walked into my bedroom, and flopped on the bed. I sighed softly. I had to listen to one of my mom's rants over the phone again.
"I heard there was a bank robbery in L.A today. Are you okay?" my mom asked.
"Yes, Mom. I'm fine."
"Were you involved?"
I hated lying to her, so I told her I was and about having the Death Ray pointed to my head. She began to spazz out, telling me to move back to Michigan, saying that she didn't want to hear about Dr. Horrible killing me on TV.
At least I'm having exciting things happen to me here. I yawned slightly and began to fall asleep.
