A Dash Of Scarlet

by hamster mad

This is a story about a girl who is chosen by a miracle box holder to be the next superhero, sworn to protect lives of innocent civilians in Paris. Join her adventure as she chooses kindness over hate, purity over evil. Will she survive her new dangerous life? Or will she fail, and put thousands of lives in danger?

3. Chapter 2 - A Pleasant Surprise

CHAPTER TWO: A PLEASANT SURPRISE

I was at home, resting in bed. The police had intervened a bit, and after they were sure that I hadn't pushed the old man onto the road, they escorted me home. I was feeling very ill and had flopped on my bed as soon as I walked inside my room.

Mum had been so worried and tucked me into bed at once, and she brought me a mug of hot chocolate and a few jammy dodgers. I now relaxed on my bed and opened my rucksack. There was some homework I needed to finish, and I felt well enough to do it now.

As I felt inside for my workbooks though, something emitted a strange glow. It was a tiny box, with golden clasped hinges, and a little lock on it. I gently slipped it open and gasped in fright.

At first glance it looked like a small ladybug, but as I stared a pair of enormous blue eyes looked up at me. "Do you have macaroons?" the creature asked.

"Ye – yes," I stuttered. "I mean, no! wait, yes."

"Cat got your tongue?" the small creature asked.

I opened my mouth to reply indignantly.

And then I closed it again.

"What are you?" I finally said after a long pause where no one spoke.

"Hmmm, I was hoping you'd say that!" said the creature sarcastically. " I'm Tikki, a kwami! And what about a hello or nice to meet you!"

"Umm, sorry, but there's an alien in my room right now!"

"Huh? Where?" she spun around in circles, looking for the imaginary alien.

"You. I meant you. So please don't talk to me about manners."

"there! You said please! Okay, sorry. I have been in this miracle box for 2 months so I have been getting a little bored. Anyway, to activate me you should say 'spots on!'"

"huh!" I said, nodding thoughtfully. "so you're a… talking, umm, ladybug!"

"nope. Geez, I was hoping you'd be familiar with the concept of fighting supervillains and saving the day, but obviously I was wrong! Never mind, I'll start from the beginning! I am a kwami!"

"hang on," I said, frowning, "did you just say fighting supervillains? Sorry, Tikki, but I'm allergic to angry mobs! Who says I won't turn tail when a real butt kicking baddy comes along?"

The kwami considered this thoughtfully.