At last! The reason this is so late is because one: I had a mini-vacation with no time to write at all, and two: these past few days I've had to focus on a school presentation – I've finally graduated my one-year uni course!
Now, as a few of you might have noticed I've added a cast + playlist to the summary, so for those of you who like that stuff make sure to check it out :) I hope you're ready for this chapter 'cause it's a hell of a ride: we have some Cindy & Sally scenes, some Cinter-fluff, and finallysome – as you might have figured out from the title – Silk action! I'm so excited to really get this story going and I can't wait to introduce you to this book's villain, we're getting real close now.
Axarell: Well I'm glad you took the time :) Actually, I'm not going to include their "attraction" in this fic, since it feels wrong to base a romance story around the fact that they don't like each other because they really like each other but rather because their instincts tell them to. Hope that's not a deal-breaker!
crzychigurl343: RIGHT!? I think it's so silly and sure, I get how the superstrength and stuff makes it easier to fight, but like you said, I really want her to learn to fight rather than magically inherit the skill.
GIJose: Yeah I'm really looking forward to it :P This book (no. 1) will focus on the semester before Homecoming, but I'm really excited to write her into the story and have a bunch of ideas already!
KawaiiPenguinMutation: Well I'm glad you changed your mind and I like that you've already adapted her nickname XD
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A small string of web shot out from Cindy's index finger to land on a pencil a few inches away. Her aim was improving, she realized with a smile.
Quickly checking that no one around her was looking she touched the neat substance with her other hand, following the string up and down with the tips of her fingers.
It was surprisingly silky, and – not-so surprisingly – sticky. If it wasn't for her enhanced strength and therefore ability to break it she wouldn't dare touching it.
"-hence, the color of the flame will vary depending on the element in use, which is the reason some of you received green flames as a result while others got purple ones," their chemistry teacher finished just before the bell rang. "Thank you for participating, have a nice weekend."
A few students replied politely before packing up their stuff and walking toward their next class..
Cindy took of her safety glasses and flashed Lara a smile before stuffing her notebook down into her bag. The girl was a good partner and since chemistry was her favorite subject – and the fact that she was one of the best students in said subject – she and Cindy were often the first couple to finish the labs.
Lara's mother was a reacherching scientist in the field and were experimenting new medicines, something Lara herself had said she wanted to do. Every time they got back an exam she received an "excellent work, Miss Grant!" while the rest of the students had to be satisfied with a "nice job" at the very best.
"See ya in english," Lara smiled but her pale blue eyes were locked on the doorway as she hurried over to kiss her awaiting boyfriend.
"How is it fair that you get Lara when I'm stuck with Flash?" Sally complained as she leaned against Cindy's table. "I mean, he can't even follow simple instructions!"
"Yeah, well," Cindy shrugged, "there are only three months left, I think you'll survive."
Sally stuck her tongue out in her direction as the two girls exited the room to head toward their lockers. Their history teacher had called in sick a bit too late for the principal to arrange a sub, so they had about an hour of free time before lunch.
"So how did it go yesterday?" Sally inquired and pursed her lips, glancing sideways at her friend.
"Fine, I guess. Took a while to convince A.J. to change his clothes, and I'm joining this material arts class–"
"Not that, moron, I mean how did it go to talk to Peter?"
Cindy stopped in her tracks and looked at her friend – who didn't stop until she stood in front of Cindy with crossed arms – with a dumbfounded expression.
"Wha- what do you mean?"
Sally rolled her eyes overdramatically.
"Come on, I know there's a tension between you guys and has been for two weeks now, and I know it has something to do with you "not liking him anymore". I'm still waiting for you to tell me about it!"
Cindy swallowed a small lump, letting her eyes wash over the crowded hallway as if searching for an escape.
"I told you," she tried, her gaze returning to Sally. "He's not interested in me and there's no point in me chasing him."
Sally snorted, shaking her head but not letting her hard gaze off Cindy.
"Yeah I also know that's bullshit. Come on, I'm your best friend," she pled, leaning in a bit closer and uncrossing her arms. "Spill the beans!"
Cindy glared at her for a moment but she knew her friend well enough to know that she wouldn't give up until she had gotten her answers.
"Okay okay," she sighed and leaned against the wall, burying her hands in her pockets as she gave Sally a serious look. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone, especially not Ned or I'm never gonna hear the end of this."
"Yes!" Sally hissed and tied a fist in success. "Let's go to the library, it should be fairly empty. Wait, did you say material arts?"
"Okay, so Peter" Cindy began.
They were seated on the floor in the "ancient languages" section munching on Sally's chips and Cindy had just finished filling her in on why exactly she was gonna take defence classes. Sick of keeping secrets she had kept it as close to the truth as possible:
She wanted to gain better control of her body and exercise more.
What she did leave out, however, was that she needed better control in order to rein her goddamn spider-powers.
"Yeah, Peter." Gosh, Sally had really waited for this hadn't she?
"Remember last monday during lunch how you needed to use the restroom so I went ahead and took a table for us?" Sally thought for a second but nodded. "Well, I saw Ned and Peter sitting by themselves and thought that we should join them, since the two of you had started getting along so well."
Sally snorted and crossed her arms.
"Yeah, well," she didn't really know how to retort it and it upset her even more, leaving her with a wordless grunt. Cindy waved her hand softly to track the focus back to her.
"Anyhow, when I walked up to them I overheard them talk about us-"
"Us?" a surprised Sally chipped in.
"-well, me really, and I heard Peter say a bunch of stuff about him not being interested in me, that I wasn't…" she stopped herself, faking a few seconds to really think through how she should put it. She wasn't really keen on ruining Sally's friendship with Ned over a boy. "He likes Liz, not me. He said it straight out."
She shrugged.
"So?" Sally regarded her with a curious expression, her eyes slightly narrowed. Cindy frowned at her, placing another chips on her tongue.
""So" what? He's literally told me he's not interested in me."
"But he didn't know he told you," her friend pointed out with a meaningful look.
A flare of anger sparked to life inside her.
"So, what? You think it would have been any differently if he knew I was standing behind him? Yeah I get that too – he's a Midtown Tech student, he's not stupid!" she snapped.
She could tell Sally was really trying her best not to roll her eyes but eventually she gave in to it.
"We'll you go here and you're a complete idiot so why not?" That stunned Cindy for a moment and she just blinked at her friend, who was eying her with a meaningful glare. "I mean, just because he said something doesn't mean he really thinks so."
Cindy snorted as she crossed her arms, sticking her chin out.
"So you think I should be that girl who stalks people?" she hissed. "That's just creepy."
"Geez Cin," Sally buried her head in her hands, "you'll literally be the death of me."
She waited for a boy to pass before continuing.
"Of course he has the right to like Liz if he wants to, and no, you're not gonna stalk him or be a creep. I'm just saying, Liz's a junior. She's pretty and smart and next year she's going to uni – do you really think she's gonna get together with a freshman her last year of high school?"
Cindy opened her mouth argue but stopped herself as she really thought about it.
She herself wouldn't want to get involved with someone two years younger, and Liz was kind – almost too much for her own good – but she probably had the same idea of a relationship. And she was going to college next fall which meant that she probably didn't want to get involved with anyone.
She hated it when Sally was right.
"You've got a point," she pouted, looking away, "but I'm still not interested in him, I've got better things to do than chase after boys."
"Like what?" Sally laughed vividly and Cindy felt her face go red. She shoved a pointy elbow of hers into Sally's side to stop her mocking. "Ow!"
"Sorry!" she spluttered, completely forgetting about her super-strength and thanking God that she hadn't broken her rib or something.
They laughed about it for a bit, feeling the tension between them starting to wear off as they both leaned against each other.
"You really think Peter wouldn't tell Ned what he really thinks?" she asked after a while, her cheek resting against Sally's shoulder. The question had bugged her for a while now and it felt nice getting it out in the open. "I mean, he's his best friend."
Sally pondered it for a moment, pursing her lips.
"Honestly? – yeah I think so. I mean, maybe they don't tell each other everything like we do," a cold stone of guilt appeared in Cindy's gut, "or maybe he doesn't just know what he really feels. You've done pretty dumb shit being completely blinded by your crush on him, so why can't his crush on Liz do the same?"
Cindy hummed, closing her eyes. It was really nice to have Sally by her side to give her new a perspective and get her feet back on the ground.
"Enough about me and Pete. Now, what about you and Ned?" she mused, raising a curious brow even though her friend couldn't see her face. She felt Sally's body tense a bit and she straightened herself to look at her. And because her cheek was starting to hurt.
"What about him?" she grunted. She deliberately didn't cross her arms but Cindy knew her well enough to realize that she had hit a nerve.
"You guys have started hanging out an awful lot lately," she teased with a shrug. Now Sally looked genuinely pissed.
"What are you getting at, sailor?"
"Well, I'm just saying that the topic "crushes" perhaps doesn't limit to just me anymore," she sniggered and started laughing loudly as she received a hard punch to her shoulder.
"Sch!" an elderly woman hushed at them before continuing down the rows, which only caused her to giggle more.
"It's not like that," Sally stated and played with Cindy's hair, but she could tell there was something in her voice that said the opposite. "We're just friends."
"Yeah yeah," she smiled. It was time to leave it alone.
The hour went by quickly as the girls giggled their ears off before heading to lunch, deciding to have tacos and sit all by themselves – a little quality time that they truly deserved – before continuing through physics.
"So, have you and Ned started reading up on Shakespeare yet?" Cindy questioned as they headed toward the english classroom.
"Um no, not really. We haven't gotten the assignment yet," she pointed out in response, quirking a brow in Cindy's direction.
"Oh, yeah, right." She cleared her throat a little and scratched at the back of her neck. Not everyone was as eager to finish their homeworks as soon as possible like her and Peter.
Speaking of which, she still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that he "forgot" the homework for today's class and she wondered if he actually had managed to write a whole analysis on two poems in a single night.
As they entered the classroom Cindy saw that their poems were still pinned to the wall and she made a mental note to rip hers off later when no one was seeing.
Peter was already in his seat, tapping his foot as he looked at the empty board with a bored expression on his face. He didn't look like he'd gotten much sleep.
"Hey," she greeted unsurely as she settled down in the seat next to him with her backpack in her lap. He had saved her life last evening, how do you pick up conversation after that?
He looked up at her and for a moment, looking into his droopy chocolatey eyes, she was back in his arms, one of his hands wrapped around her wrist and the other on the small of her back, their noses inches apart.
She swallowed a dry lump and she had to look down, busying herself by digging up the right notebook as he greeted her back.
"About yesterday," she began but didn't get to continue.
"I got pumped up on adrenaline. You know, it enhances reflexes and such," he blurted confidently with a wry smile. However, there was a tension around his eyes that prevented it from reaching them. "I looked it up last night."
"Yeah, I suppose," she mumbled back and placed her bag on the ground beside her, peering over at him with curious eyes. "Did you manage to finish the analysis?"
Peter seemed to relax somewhat and his shoulders dropped slightly as he exhaled, nodding his head to the side.
"Never missed a due date," he smiled as he waved a few clipped pages in front of him. Cindy rolled her eyes.
"Why am I not surprised?" she asked dryly, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "You look like you've been up all night," she stated gently.
He scratched at the back of his head as he made a grimache.
"You can tell, huh?"
She snorted in reply, offering him a reassuring smile.
"I'm sure it's just because it's the last class of the day. But you're coming to rehearsals, right?" Regionals were just in a few weeks and she was fairly sure Olivia would make them pay if they didn't show up, especially Pete since he had already missed one practise.
His face dropped slightly as his eyes widened a little, something he quickly wiped off his face as he looked down at the white pages in front of him, scribbling down the date of the day in the corner.
"Yeah, 'course." He frowned a little, like it was an odd question of her to ask.
"Don't tell me you "forgot" about that too?" Cindy pressed, raising a brow.
"What?" his head snapped at her with a playful frown. "No, I didn't. I just, I–"
"Afternoon class," Mr. Herman interrupted him and dropped a few books on his table in the front of the classroom. Cindy didn't need to squint in order to see that it was various novels of Shakespeare's plays – Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, The merchant of venice.
"Today I will introduce you to your assignment for the coming few weeks. This is a major factor of your grade so listen up," he continued and tapped at his ear with his index finger. "You and your partner are going to do a comparative analysis of two of Shakespeare's plays and compare their original story to a filmatization, a play, a book, or similar. You will have four weeks to gather your material and then present your result to the whole class."
Cindy's gut twisted at these words, as she knew many other did as well. She hated talking in front of people and her hands already started to feel clammy.
"Now, you will have to do this outside of school as our lessons will focus on digging deeper into the history and life of the man himself. We'll watch the filmatization of 'Macbeth' next week," a few girls around the class squealed in excitement at getting to watch Michael Fassbender on schooltime, but Mr. Herman quickly popped their bubble, "the 1971 adaptation, and together analyze it so you get a better understanding of what I want out of you.
"We've got this in a bag," Peter whispered confidently in her ear as the hairs in her neck tingled.
"It's up to you how you arrange your time to work on this," the teacher raised his hands into the air with a shrug. "I will not be giving out extra time, so I urge you to start as soon as possible."
The rest of the lesson was mostly Mr. Herman going on and on about his crush on the poet and fairly quickly explaining the plot of his more famous works. Before the bell rang – at which Cindy nearly jumped to the roof at – he collected everyone's homework and instructed the students to read up on the Macbeth story until monday.
"You guys know what you're going to write about yet?" Sally asked as the four teens met up outside the classroom and headed toward their lockers and the girl couldn't hide the note of contemptment in her voice. This time it was Cindy's turn to quirk her brow.
"Uh, no. Do you guys?" she asked amused.
Ned and Sally shared a knowing look and her friend shrugged with a smile as she turned toward her and Peter again.
"We think we will compare 'The lion king' to 'Hamlet'."
"No way, that's awesome," Peter burst out, his voice filled with excitement.
"It was Ned's idea, actually," Sally revealed and Cindy couldn't help the clear laugh from bubbling up her throat.
"Ned, I didn't know you were such a Disney enthusiast," she winked and noticed Pether's mouth twitch. Given the fact that they had been best friends since the beginning of middle school, this was clearly something he was familiar with.
Ned's face flushed a bit as he began to stutter.
"What, uh, no," he began, "I don't know what you're talking about."
However, he did not convince the two girls who in sync tilted their heads backwards and laughed.
'This', Cindy thought, 'This is how it's supposed to be.'
No girl-chase-boy drama, no stupid danger instincts that told her to dodge, just four regular teenagers that joked as they went down the hallway together.
"Hey, don't you guys have practise now?" Ned suddenly asked, his eyes moving between the girl and the boy. Cindy nodded as she corrected her long ponytail.
"Yeah, but there's no stress," she eyed Peter. "At least not for me," she smirked and opened her locker, shoving in her whole bag before retrieving the notepad she used for their rehearsals.
"It was just one time," he argued and made a gesture with his hand to empathize his point but there was a smile on his lips. "Liv's not gonna fire me from the team just because I missed one practice."
"'Liv'?" Cindy looked up and her brows pinched together. "Since when do you call her 'Liv'?"
Peter shrugged, closing his locker and leaning against it.
"People call her 'Liv'," he muttered but she just rolled her eyes.
Someone cleared their throat and when Cindy looked up she saw Sally watching her with an amused smirk before nodding her head in the direction of the exit.
"Well, have fun you two. Good luck, I guess," she greeted and poked Ned in the ribs. The boy jumped with a gasp. "Should we get going on our assignment maybe? It would be nice to finish it before Jobs and Wozniak for once."
Cindy stuck her tongue out at her playfully and was just about to say something in retort as Peter beat her to it.
"Come on, Cin, we're gonna be late."
She turned around and regarded him, speechless. His eyes were warm and his smile soft as he held onto the strap of his backpack, casually slung over one of his shoulders. It was the first time he used her nickname.
"And don't worry, we're gonna beat them so good they won't know what hit them," he continued with a grin
She pulled herself out of the trance and stuck her nose high into the air as she joined him to the auditorium.
"Obviously," she shrugged confidently, clasping the notebook tighter to her chest.
Cindy wrapped her coat a little closer around her as a chilly breeze washed over the street.
She was on her way home from the material arts class, which she to her surprise had enjoyed more than she expected. Turns out sports become a lot more fun when you're strong and fast.
However, she was really tired after the day she'd had: school, decathlon practice – during which Olivia had really given them a run for their money and Peter had stared at Liz with a goofy smile for the whole hour – which had been followed by her cello lesson, and, to top it all off, she had been throwing guys to the ground for the past hour and a half.
Or well, not really though.
She knew that she couldn't just use her strength recklessly or people would start to figure out there was something strange about her. No, she had to be careful not to expose herself.
That being said, it was really fun to throw guys to the ground for an hour and a half.
This was really something she was going to continue doing and she just prayed that her parents wouldn't start asking too many questions about it and her asthma.
Last night when she'd told them that she was going to try out a beginner's class they had instantly questioned her health, something she had brushed off by saying that the spray worked better than it had and that it must be something about her "body developing".
At that point they stopped asking questions and her mother had let her know that she could talk to her about anything – no matter how embarrassing it was – and her father had run off to answer a "phone call".
Worked like a charm.
"Sorry," a man mumbled as he bumped into her at a corner. It was dark outside and despite the lamps lighting up the neighbourhood it felt a bit unnerving to the way home from the train station all by herself.
Something that did lift her spirits however was fooling around with her webs, shooting it between her fingers and practicing her aim on glass bottles and such that had been left on the sidewalk. One of her favorite things was to play with it in her fingers, feeling the soft strings against her skin.
It really did feel like genuine silk and she was almost tempted to try and make a real shirt out of it.
Almost.
When her fingers got a little cold she shoved them deep into her pockets and quickened her pace a little. Home was still a few blocks away so freezing wasn't really an option.
Losing herself in her mind she automatically followed a blonde woman in front of her as she turned a corner. The clicking noise of her heels was so loud she could have followed her with her eyes closed if she wanted to.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she stopped underneath a broken streetlight. The light from the screen all but blinded her sensitive eyes and she dimmed it down.
"Where are you? Dinner's ready," her dad had written.
"Home soon," she typed quickly before shoving it back down. Her brother's practise had finished about forty minutes earlier, meaning that her parents hadn't really felt like going back to get her too.
Cindy's neck tingled vividly and her head snapped up just in time to see the blonde ahead of her getting pulled into an alleyway by a person so tall and bulky it had to be a man.
Her gut dropped and her senses dialed up to max and her heart beat so hard it pounded in her ears. Her instincts forced her to press against the wall as she peeked in the direction of the alley.
She had to get out of there and get to safety, who knew what the guy's motive was? He could be really dangerous.
She turned around and readied herself to run away to a deli store she knew wasn't too far away but stopped mid-step.
That woman was still back there.
Cindy gulped, torn between two decisions – either go and get help, real help, but risk the woman being seriously harmed before they got back, or turn around and help her herself.
A muffled gasp was all it took for her to turn on the spot and jog quietly toward the alley, dropping her back somewhere on the ground.
She pressed her back against the bricks as she peeked into the alley but all she saw was some dumpsters, although some muffled noises revealed it wasn't empty.
Slowly she slinked forwards, careful not to make a sound. She didn't need to worry however, she was as light on her feet as a cat.
"I swear to God, if you as much as make a sound I will slit your guts open," a deep voice threatened and she was positive it belonged to the man she had gotten a glimpse of earlier.
She glanced out from behind a dumpster and found the woman pressed against a wall, one of the man's hands lirked around her throat as the other one pressed a knife at just below her collar bone. He turned the hilt smoothly in his hand so that the edge of the knife pressed against an exposed strap of her shirt, slicing right through it, and the woman whimpered.
She was quite tall, probably not older than thirty, and her sun kissed face revealed she had recently gotten back from a vacation. The man was however a whole head taller than her, pushing at six feet, with a buzz cut.
"Hush now," he cooed softly, "you want to keep that pretty little face of yours pretty, don't you?"
Cindy's heart raced even faster than it had when she'd discovered her abilities and she quickly leaned backwards so she was out of sight, breathing heavily.
What the heck was she doing here? She couldn't help her, she was just a fourteen year old kid who until recently stumbled on her feet every time she walked!
"I have to get help," she breathed quietly, nodding to herself as she scrambled to her feet, still dodging to avoid being seen.
"He–!" the woman screamed heartbreakingly but the man stopped her before she could finish.
Cindy's danger-sense was going out of its mind, and balancing on the balls of her feet – her mind yelling at her to get as far away as possible – she made a decision.
Dropping her coat to the ground she stood in her training clothes – dark pants with an equally dark long-sleeved shirt that was white on the front and had two white lines continuing down the arms – and pulled the red headband from her hair down over her nose and mouth, using it as a very improvised way of covering her identity.
With her fists tied in determination she took a step forward, exposing herself to the two adults.
The woman's panic-struck eyes instantly fell on her and Cindy noticed that her shirt had been even more torn.
"Let her go," she demanded, her voice as deep as it could go.
The man jumped a little and he snapped around, one hand still on the woman's neck while the other pointed the knife at Cindy. She had clearly startled him and he had a most confused expression on his face at the small girl in front of him.
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" he barked and narrowed his eyes.
"Let her go," she repeated through clenched teeth, shifting her weight a little.
The man – she decided to call him Dick, for obvious reasons – clenched his jaw as he looked between her and the woman in his grip before finally sneering at her.
"You should have just kept walking," Dick said with raised brows before smacking the woman's head hard against the wall behind her and taking quick steps toward Cindy.
Her body tingled and before she knew it she had jumped ten feet into the air and clung to the railing of a fire escape.
Usually she loathed her instinct and that they constantly told her what to do, but right now she couldn't be happier about them.
Dick stared at her with a shocked expression.
"What the hell was tha–" he began and raised his knife but before he could finnish, Cindy shot a few strings of web at it and with a pull, it flew straight into her hand. Deciding it would be best to keep it out of his reach she quickly webbed it against the wall before smoothly jumping down to the ground.
"Don't bring a knife to a fist fight, or what do you say?" she joked, sending another round of webs at him, this time aimed at his feet.
"Is this shit coming out of you?" he breathed with a disgusted grimace as he looked down at his feet and pulled, although it wouldn't bulge. She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head.
"Didn't your mom ever teach you not to be a jerk?"
Without missing a beat the man pulled out another, smaller knife from the pocket of his coat and sliced through the webbing, jumping at Cindy with a growl.
She leaned backwards smoothly and dodged the silvery knife coming at her before pushing him into a dumpster. He fell to the ground, seemingly unconscious, and left a noticeable dent in the metal.
Cindy exhaled and relaxed somewhat. She was alright, she was completely fine.
Speaking of completely fine…
She turned around and found the woman slumped on the ground, her back pressed against the wall and her scared eyes were locked on Cindy. Her throat must have still hurt from Dick's grip because both of her hands were gently pressed against it and her breathing was shallow.
She took a few gentle steps forward, correcting the headband covering her nose and lips. She was just about to open her mouth to ask if she was alright as her neck started tingling like crazy.
Allowing her instincts to guide her she ducked under a right hook and spun around on the ground. Dick had recovered quickly and was currently staring at her with pure rage shining in his eyes.
"Oh boy," she gulped.
She quickly slid to the side to avoid his hands from gripping her, but despite how great her instincts were at guiding her, it really didn't seem to consider her long hair as part of the equation.
"Ow!" she yelped as he dragged her backwards and her hands instinctively went up to her head. "Hey no fair – you don't have any I can pull!"
It would have been an over-exaggeration to say that he lifted her up by her hair, but that was what it felt like. For a second she locked eyes with the huge guy in front of her. They were a soft hazel color but as he grinned they seemed to grow darker.
"Now I've got you, you little–"
Cindy punched him straight in the nose and he released his grip instantly as he backed a few feet, his hands clasped against his face.
Without really thinking she kicked him hard in the side, just like she had been practising for the past hour, and he went flying into the wall. The web shot from her fingers without hesitation and just a moment later the man was completely webbed up against the wall – mummy-style.
He stared at her like he had seen a ghost.
"You– you… freak!" he gasped and she glared at him.
"Yeah, I'm the freak here," she snorted dryly before turning to the woman again.
She had managed to scramble to her feet and was currently leaning one hand on the edge of a metal ladder to steady herself while the other was still on her throat. The poor thing looked like she had been scared half to death, even though it was Cindy who had actually had a real-life alley fight with a crook.
"Hey, are you alright?" the teenager asked softly, stopping a few feet away to give the girl some space.
"Ye– yeah," she croaked and moved her teary eyes to the guy glued to the wall. A sob passed over her lips as she covered her mouth with her hand, looking back at Cindy. "Thank you, thank you so much!"
Cindy blushed a little, looking down at the ground with a modest smile on her lips as she shrugged.
"Nah, don't mention it," she brushed off and played with a few strings of soft web that was left in her hand.
"Who," the girl began but had to take a deep calming breath before continuing. "Who are you?"
"Eh…" Cindy found herself completely speechless – what the heck would she answer to that? "Uh, I'm…" her brain couldn't seem to focus on anything other than the silky strings in her hand. "I'm silky… Silk! Call me Silk."
She cringed a little at the name and the woman seemed about just as confused but nodded.
"Silk, thank you," she repeated one last time.
"Um, just a suggestion, but I really think you should call the cops about now," Cindy replied, scratching at the back of her neck as she quickly started backing out of the alley.
When she came to the coat that she'd left lying on the ground she quickly spun around and picked it up in a smooth motion before doing the same with her backpack and hurtling down the street, all but throwing her things on.
What.
Had.
Just.
Happened.
Cindy had fought a grown ass man in a dark alleyway with knives coming at her, and she had come out as the victor, most likely saving a woman's life in the process.
A warm feeling spread through her body along with another round of adrenaline and for the first time in her life she understood why people could talk themselves into jumping out of planes and stuff – this high was really neat.
Looks like she's finally gotten a taste of what it feels like to be a hero ;) Excited to see where she's doing next?
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