Save the cheerleader, save the world.
It was about the easiest instructions known to man, save the little girl with flowing golden hair and something strange about her.
But the one thing that complicated every thing was finding this said cheerleader, and that was anything but easy.
(and the cheerleader was in no way helping)
"You saved my life, thank you so much."
(but I found her and that was the whole point)
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Saving the day wasn't something I did (me, Isaac Mendez, painter and junkie but not for much longer) I supplied Peter, the one I called 'bastard' and 'villain' in my head, with painting after painting but never had I been the one doing any of it.
The saving of the world I mean, that was Peter's job (and he liked to say that he was a hero, a whole lot) but this time it was me that was pulling the girl from the clutches of the bad guy (that is a demon in human skin).
(now isn't that something?)
"I'm Claire, whats your name (who do I owe my life to?)?"
"Isaac, now go find some help, Claire."
And it went anything but smoothly from there on, police are keen on asking lots and lots of questions that you have no idea how to answer (or if you do answer it you'll be in the loony bin in one snap of the fingers).
So when you don't answer at all you find yourself locked up nice and tight.
(fate is a bitch just like my ex-girlfriend, which I just figured out this very day)
But the whole mess (that could have done without so much blood) ended on a happy note (despite Simone picking me up with a look a dread that always seems to be on her face) when the cheerleader paid me a visit.
(and no I'll never stop calling her cheerleader, not for the rest of my life)
"Your totally my hero."
Now that's some thank you, and the last one I would ever get.
(thanks to the demon in human skin, who had a desire for brains, and sadly they were mine)