I went to the Laundromat, head spinning. It sucks when you've got chores to do but you're mind is in another universe. The Laundromat was next to that smallish bank, which was only six or seven blocks away. I walked down with this huge sack that had lumps like a camel sticking out. It was ripped in five places, and the handles were made of shredding rope that burned my hands if it slid or I held it too tightly.
I smiled as I entered, making sure the cigarettes were hidden in my pocket. A policeman was there. I smiled him in a respectful way, and emptied the darks in one washing machine, and the lights in another. And the pinks in a total different one. I can't risk making Josh's favorite shirt pink. That would get ugly. Like hole in the wall ugly.
I sat there, waiting. Just waiting. Not looking suspicious. One dude in the corner had an Ipod. Lucky bastard. I had wanted an Ipod for so long, but I couldn't waste the money. We needed it.
All of a sudden, the walls shook. I was like, ooh crap! The cop ran outside to see what the trouble was. Me, I ran out and changed into my mask and black tee shirt, leaving the pink sweatshirt on the roof again.
As I flew next-door to the bank, I couldn't believe the cops out there. I mean tons.
"Hostage situation! Stand down!" One cop screamed at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Do you know who I am? Superperon, duh! Would you tell the X-Men to stand down? Heh, think NOT!"
And I flew inside. I looked around the room, people on the floor and screaming.
Then...holy shit...
Doctor Octopus! The Doc Ock! Ooh man, this was not good!
I pretended like I wasn't intimidated.
"Doc Ock. I've heard of you. I expected you to be a little thinner..." I said, floating a few feet from him.
"Who the hell are you?" He snapped. Ooh, bitch!
"I am St. Jimmy. And YOU are breaking the law!"
"I've heard of you. The smart girl who figured she wouldn't have enemies if she helped both sides."
"That's me, four eyes." I said with a touch of attitude.
"Well, why are you hear then?"
"Um, incase you didn't notice, you've got twenty people on the floor. I can't let you do that. They go. Now."
"No." He grinned.
Why the hell is he grinning? What does he have planned...
Then a metal arm grabbed me from behind. It wrapped around my arms, making me helpless and at his mercy.
OOH, he has THAT planned...
He wrenched me forward and close to his face. I titled my head away. Um...ew! Tick Tack Please!
"You do not look so stupid. You are annoying. Like Spider-Man."
"Well, I like being compared to him, so..."
"I hate Spider-Man."
"Actually, we don't have anything in common at all!"
"I need these people to ward off the police. I read in the paper about you and Electro. I am not as stupid as he is."
"Yeah...I figured that one out." I moaned. He was squeezing me...tight...
I squinted my eyes and shot out a laser beam from my eyes. I tried to cut the metal arms...they were smoking...no...why weren't they breaking?
"You are as stupid as you look," He laughed. "My arms are unbreakable. I've faced that X-Men boy who can shoot lasers from his eyes. Do you think I wouldn't have taken that precaution?"
"Yeah...Cyclops...forgot about him..."
He didn't let me go. He constricted around me tighter.
"You're new, so let me warn you. Leave me to my work."
And he flung me out a window. I must've been going over a hundred miles per hour, man! I crashed through the glass and it shattered everywhere. I skidded across the street and landed next to a police car.
I felt glass in my shoulder. I looked at it. Ooh, gross!
I started to pull it out.
I screamed in agony.
"Fuck! Aw, God!"
I felt the blood rush out. I was bleeding from other places, but not as bad as right there.
A cop knelt down beside me. He had smooth brown hair that reminded me of the bark of a tree in Central Park...a little discolored but glistening. His eyes were like two huge almonds. And his face was as perfect as a model's.
Ooh, he's cute! Wait, not the time to be thinking about that.
"Holy crap..." was all the hot policeman said.
I stood up, not showing how much pain I was really in.
I looked at the shattered glass window I'd been thrown out of.
"That's It. That Fuck Is Mine."