A Hero and His Love

He quickened his pace as his heart began to race. Where could she be, his fiery Valkyrie? Their love being tried and true, for him there was only his girl in blue.

He had realized something was a miss when he arrived for their date two hours too late. She had been gone for sometime having written a note "Come Find Me" in a hand most fine.

He had risked all for their first dance because to him this will be his one and only romance. He loved everything about her, but where would she hide, my good sir?

The dark blue of her eyes that were able to see throu any and all his lies. After the incident with the knife, she was the only one who saw all sides of his life.

The flow of of her chestnut mane as they would speed from lane to lane. It would always ended up covering her face by the time they finished a strainus case.

How she pressed lips when she thought he was being too generous with his tips. So set was her jaw whenever she would raise her gun for the law.

As he tried to figure out where to start above all when his cell received the call. Before he could give a reply, his landlady shouted at him something about a pizza guy?

Moving far above the street he headed home to find if this was a trick or a treat. Coming throu his private entrance he realized that he had a witness.

The figure might wish him harm because even in shadow he could make out their firearm. Ready for a rumble he throw out a blinding light and prepared for trouble.

As his eyes adjusted to the light he was greeted by an unexpected sight, for before him was his girl.

He suddenly realized the landlady's fun as he faced down a pizza, not a gun. She wore a grin and one of his shirts that stretched to her shin. As she mouthed, "Here's looking for you, kid" he gave her his smile that he never truly hid.

Happy Valentine's Day everybody. Hopefully you enjoyed this tiny look into my world of cheesy comicbook romance.

First Night on the Town part 4

Forcing myself awake, I stare at the three brothers. Bear has gotten up and is nursing the bump on his head. Next to him is Sydney still pulling at the whip around Davy-san’s wrist. And Davy-san of course was standing over me.

Sydney pulling on the whip again, “I said ‘Enough’, David.”

Davy-san pulls back on the whip, “No, this tight attacked Bear and I’m going to make him pay.” Nice to see the years haven’t change Davy’s need to talk like he’s in an action movie.

Nodding at me as he tightens his grip, Sydney continued, “Not a good idea, look at his chest.”

He glances at me while he continues to try and free himself, “It’s a bird, so what?”

Releasing the whip he places himself between Davy and myself, Sydney points at my chest and almost shouted, “It’s the Dove.”

Davy-san’s face goes white as he lets out a small stream of curses. Great. My father is saving me. I can’t recall what happens next only that after a few minutes I hear the van pull away, very fast. Listening to it speed away, I finally give in to injures and pass out.

The voice comes from out of nowhere, “Hey, pal wake up.” Great. Someone was watching. I was about to tell him to leave me alone so I can beat myself up when suddenly I feel like I’ve drunken to pots of coffee and shot up from the trash.

A man wearing a light blue leather outfit sitting on a motorcycle greets me with a golden staff pointed right at me. “Where’s the boy.” Who’s this guy? And why to I feel like I have a gun in my face.

I stand up and lean against the alley wall for support. The masked man leans back on his bike, but never takes his eyes or golden staff off me. Staring at him, I ask the first thing that comes to mind, “Who are you?” Thinking I add, and why do I feel invigorated?

The Masked Man leans forward and says, “No questions. Where’s the boy?”

Feeling some of my old fire burning again, I shrug my shoulders and say, “Sorry, I don’t do matchmaking.”

The Masked Man slowly leans back and says, “No jokes. Tell me now.” I finally realize the answer my last question as I hunch over in pain, my heart barely pumping.

I look a the Masked Man and finally squeeze out an answer, “I… Don’t… Know…”

Pulling his staff away from me, I feel my heart begin to beat normally. Starting up his motorcycle he gives me a dismissive glance and says, “See it wasn’t that hard. No go home. This is manly work.”

I watch him ride off before I start to climb a nearby fire escape. I’m glad to see someone on patrol, but its odd that I’ve never heard of him before.

Second Titan Thursday

Yellow Tail: One of The Victor usual teamup partner and a junior member of The New York Patrol.

Real name: Miranda Wiedlin
Age: 20
Ethnic group: Caucasian
Height: 5'5"
Weight:127 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde
Occupation: College Student/Bounty Hunter
Abilities: Whip mastery, acrobatics, judo, lock picking, detective skills, and motorcycle acrobatics
Group affiliation: Villain Seekers, The New York Patrol (formally)

Fifth Wordy Wednesday

Air: A Magical Being that draws their power from the sky.

Sixth Temporal Tuesday

"[Blocked to avoid spoilers], why are you dressed like The Protector."

Whose asking and when will they ask? All will be revealed in the future.

Sixth Most Wanted Monday

The Emerald Twins: The Emerald Elf's personal bodyguards/assassins, this green duo were a force to deal with. After escaping from "The Can", their current location is unknown, but they are mostly planning an escape for their employer.

Real names: Midori and Jade Inaba
Age: 25
Ethnic group: Asian-American (Thailand decent)
Marital Status: Single
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Eyes: Green (may or may not be contact lenses)
Hair: Brown
Known accomplices: Emerald Elf, each other
Occupations: Hitwomen/Bodyguards
Abilities: Acrobatics, Thai kickboxing
Group affiliation: The Emerald Empire

Golden Age Sunday: Riding Sidecar Part 4

Riding Sidecar
Part IV

I cra parked The Co-Champion next to some bushes, took my helmet off, and checked to make sure that my mask was on straight. I was about to throw the helmet into the seat when I realized it was my only way to contact The Victor. I could try to get the radio out, but the helmet would be destroyed. I could just carry it with me, but that would limit my mobility and leave me open to attacks.

I had finally decided to risk leaving the helmet when I sensed someone behind. Spinning to face whatever it was, I found a long brown tail waiting for me. Suppressing a giggle, I curiously stepped closer to it. Yellow Tail meet Brown Tail. I was about to reach for it when it disappeared into the trees above.

Scrunching my face, I went over what I had just seen in my head. It almost looked like a MONKEY’S. Realizing I had been tricked, I was about to turn around when I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and heard someone laughing, “You try to catch Ateles, but Ateles catch you.” Falling to the ground, I realized I had been worrying about how to find Dorkin, when I should have been worrying about Dorkin finding me.