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"You know what I hate?"
"That your boyfriend melted?"
"No, YOU!"
I was frozen in shock at her cold words, and therefore did not see the swift kick to the stomach coming. As I flew back towards the radio tower I looked at her cold, triumphant face and my heart sank. Just as the feeling settled deep in my gut, a new pain coursed through my body. Volts of electricity traveled through my battle torn body, ripping through muscles and making me seize. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of torture, my body began to fall. And as my body began to fall, my consciousness was not far behind. And as I lay on the cold hard ground, tunnel vision slowly creeping in, I watched as the girl of my dreams left me in the arms of the undeserving buffoon.
I woke up gasping, laying in a puddle of cold sweat, heart racing sporadically, fingers going numb from gripping the sheets in sheer terror. I sat up slowly, careful not to agitate my aching bones, and kicked my black silk sheets from my body. I cradled my head in my hands and made an attempt to calm my erratic breathing. 'Fuck…why does it always have to be that night I dream about?' I thought bitterly to myself. Ever since the Lil diablo incident, she could not seem to get the image of the cold, cruel redhead out of her mind. 'I've never seen Princess so pissed off before. She can't have just been mad at me for the Eric thing. She even knew it wasn't my idea. There's just got to be something…' I shook my head to clear it of such thoughts and laid down once more. Staring at the ceiling seemed to help clear my thoughts for a time, and then the images began to play in my head again like a movie in slow motion.
It had been almost seven months since I was kicked into the electrical tower by Kimmie, and I hadn't seen her since. Since then, I had quit working for Dr. D and went out on my own. Villainy, as it would happen, is much harder than it looks. I eventually took to stealing information from major corporations and selling it on the black market to anyone who would pay big bucks for it. It was a lot less action packed that working for Drew, but at least I wasn't getting kicked into electrical towers on the job. The only thing I really missed about working with Drew was Kim. Our fights always seemed more like a dance than the constant battle for dominance that it was. I missed the instant adrenaline rush it gave me whenever I heard the security alarms go off. And when we fought I could almost feel every signal her body was giving off, whether it was excitement, frustration or my personal favorite desire. Desire was very rare but I felt it nonetheless. I could feel it when I had her pinned to the lab floor after a particularly hard struggle, when her breathing was erratic and her heartbeat was out of her control. In those moments of pure vulnerability I could she into her very soul, past the hard heroic exterior and all the walls she had so perfectly placed around herself. In those moments I saw a young woman that was stuck. I saw a princess locked away in a tower with no one to save her from everything ordinary. And I saw myself the misunderstood heroine with more to prove than necessary. In these past months I had made a habit of looking at things through a sort of fairytale kaleidoscope. Unfortunately no endings I envisioned were "happily ever after's". Most of them in fact ended with the misunderstood heroine(me) saving the princess from her tower, only to be attacked by the villagers, who believed her to be the very monster that had kept the princess prisoner. The heroine escapes of course but the princess is brought back to her kingdom and eventually forgets about her heroine, marries her childhood friend and they live happily ever after while the heroine wallows in her own sorrow. 'Stop it! You don't miss her! She tried to kill you!' I shook myself from my daydream and tried to rid my thoughts of the redheaded teen. I glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand. It read 4:30.
"Damn it! Thanks a lot Princess! Leave it to you to deprive me of three hours of sleep!" I shouted to the dead morning air. 'Not in the way I'd prefer either' I got up out of bed, seeing no use in going back to sleep since my restless mind wouldn't allow it in the first place, and began getting dressed. I dressed casually this morning in my black button up, green skinny jeans and black converse. Finally dressed I head for the kitchen to find something to eat. I opened the door to my refrigerator and sighed. 'It looks like I'm going to the store today' I hated going into town. Middleton wasn't exactly the most "green-friendly" place in the world. So to put it simply people just plain didn't like me in Middleton. It didn't help that I have the complexion of a Christmas tree either. I hate it when they stare. Most of the time I just want to shout 'yeah I'm green get over it!' but I've thought better of it, don't want the poor village folk thinking I'm the big bad dragon or something. I shook myself of my thoughts once again and grabbed a Rockstar energy drink from the fridge. I looked down at my watch; 5:15. I still had time to kill before work so I decided to go for a quick run in Middleton Park.