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I stood outside Hans' warehouse; nothing magnificent of any sort. Just a regular warehouse the size of a two storey house. It would have been a pretty decent one if you disregard the moss and rust that covered the silverish grey surface.
Well, well, well, I smirked, Hans still doesn't know that I placed a tracker on him; the reason that enabled me to find this. As I walked towards the warehouse, a chill run down my spin. I tried to shake the feeling off; It's ridiculous. However, the lair just seems to be bathed in an evil glow. On further inspection, the warehouse is deteriorating. It was evident as there were a couple of holes off to the side. There were also a couple of trees lined the outside of the storehouse. The autumn wind lays down the dead leaves onto mother earth. I crept towards one of the holes, took great care of my footing, and crouched down and observed .
Hmmm... Hans is working laboriously over a project; something that looks like a podium, but longer. Sparks flying everywhere as he wields pieces of metals together, a black welding mask covering his face. He stood up and smiled at his work. Then, he wiped his hands on a cloth that hung from his hip and ran a hand through his ginger hair which made it stick up in odd places. Then turned and walked towards his.
He pressed a few buttons and then returned to see his creation whir and combust. "What?!" he screamed, "Why didn't it work?"
I sniggered. What? It was funny to see a grown-ass man, throwing a tantrum like a childish three year old. I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down. After my heart has slowed down into a much more regular pace, I stood and took a few steps back, stretching my arms out and opening up my hands. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply; in an attempt to concentrate. I opened my eyes, smirked and released a large puff of snowy fog.
I quickly ran to the front door and entered. I briefly cleared the fog in front of me to find a metal ladder hanging from the roof. As I ran to it I heard Hans' irritated laugh echoing off the walls. Once I was on the scaffolding above Hans I pushed all the fog out through the holes and the door.
I turned from my crouched position and tried to locate my challenger. He is below me and off to my right. "'Bout time you turned up 'Snow Queen'. I've been waiting far too long," He laughed. I looked down to see his green eyes glinting mischievously. "So where are you, 'Snow Queen'?" he asked.
I remained in the shadow. He walked back and forth, searching for something under his desk, in his cupboard. My heart hammered in my chest, he could now easily see me if he looked up. When he realised I wasn't anywhere to be found nearby he laughed again, "I always loved a challenge. Even if hide and seek is slightly childish."
He found a ladder and scoffed as he start climbing. I tried my best to move without noise so I would not completely give my position away. The scaffolding jiggled when Hans stepped up.
I emerged from the darkness and into his presence. He smiled wickedly, "Found you".
He suddenly ran forwards with a grand wrench in hand, the scaffolding shaking with each of his heavy steps. I blasted him in the eyes with a snow blast but he ducked and screamed before getting an arms' length away and swiping at me with his wrench. I flipped backwards and froze the metal on the floor when I landed. Hans displayed a shocked expression and he slipped and hit his head on the ice. I ran up kicked him in the gut. He groaned and placed his arms to his side trying to get up. However, before he can do so, I kicked him in the face and blood sprayed out of his mouth as his head snapped with the impact. Just before I could perform another move, he spun, using the ice as his advantage, and knocked me off my feet. Damn it. I pushed up just as he did the same.
We faced each other in a fighting stance. I raised an eyebrow at him as if challenging him. Then, he leaned forward and attempted to punch me. Ha! I'm too fast for you. I quickly lean back and side kicked him in the stomach. He doubled over and stood back.
Before he had any room to move, I dove forwards. I pulled my arm back winding up the punch, aiming to bring it down on his right cheek. He ducked and rolled to the side. He used that to his advantage to tackle me to the floor. You little sneaky b***. I fell on the ground. I groaned as my head hitting the metal. I slowly lost conscious. Damn it Elsa! Not now!
When I opened my eyes I was on the floor and I was being dragged by Hans off the scaffolding. I quickly spun and kicked him in the gut, standing up.
Like a cliched Western movie, we stood facing each other. I thought I was going to win, but Hans found his wrench. My stomach dropped.
Before I realised what was happening, he kneed me in the gut. Raising the wrench over my head in his right hand and held me down in a vice grip with his left. I pushed against him with my head as he bought his weapon down. (not my best act I know), and pushed him over the edge. The wrench came down on my lower back. Silently, I screamed in pain as I heard the crack. I accidentally blasted a layer of snow as I fell.
Lucky me, I landed on top of him. I heard him groan and his head lolled to the side. Tapping my last reserve of energy, I tried to stand. But pain shot up my spine and the top of my legs. I crumpled onto the thin layer of snow.
In an army crawl I forced myself to what I thought was a podium though it was a control board and used it as a support. I noticed a phone to the left and thanked my lucky stars at how close it was.
Forcing myself to move forwards just using my arms, my legs trailed along the floor behind me as I reached for the phone. Using my right hand I picked up the phone leaning my stomach over the panel hoping I didn't press any buttons. I pressed 911 and waited for the ringing to stop and someone to pick up. "911, what is your emergency?" The woman over the phone
"Hans Jedermann sighted at…" I put the phone out and pulled out my tracking device to figure out where I was, "Southern Street 16".
"We'll be there in a moment, miss. Thank you for calling"
So everything was dealt with and Hans would go back to jail anytime soon. The only problem was I had ten minutes to curfew and no way to get home without walking.
Then I remembered how I knew someone who lived nearby. Using the same phone I typed in a phone number I knew all too well. "Pick up, pick up, pick up" I urged with whispered
"Hey El! What's up?" "Thank god Anna. Can you pick me up from Southern Street 16? In preferably 5 minutes, please?"
"Sure I'll be there in a second"
I waited nervously; if the police came before Anna did they'd figure out who I was by dragging me to a hospital. My reputation ruined and secret identity not-so-secret anymore. Then they'd call me a freak for my powers just like my nanny did all those years ago. Oh come on Anna, please hurry up.
I heard the sirens wailing from far off and knew I was screwed. I am hyperventilating. How am I supposed to deal with my dad? He'd probably kick me out. It was just another thing for him to add on to the things he hated about me.
As I wallowed in my miserable situation, I heard tires screech by the entrance, "Sorry I took so long!" Anna!
"Anna, my savior!" I cried and tried to move forward to no avail. Anna ran towards me and helped me.
"What happened?!" She scream bubbled from her /"My legs hurt slightly, nothing too serious." I replied nonchalantly, trying not to worry her.
"Stop acting tough," she ordered and put her arms under my arm and dragged me to her car. I feel embarrassed. I mean I'm a superhero I don't need to be dragged across a warehouse floor by anybody. But there is no better solution.