I didn't ask for this. Lady Flame grumbled to herself as she tried desperately to stand upright. This morning had started perfectly normal before the 911 call sent her to an active bank robbery. However, the police forgot to mention that Captain Evil had brought along his Torpid Gun, which shoots a slow motion ray at its target, forcing them into a state of slo-mo. Of course, I walked right into it.
Lady Flame tried to focus her fire power, but her hands were moving an inch a minute. I just have to time my shot.
Captain Evil giggled maliciously as he stuffed wads of money in his burlap sack. Dressed in an outfit only Lady Gaga would have been caught dead in, he was the epitome of an egotistical maniac. With a whirl of his zebra-striped cape, he pirouetted towards the door, ready to simply walk out of his perfectly planned heist.
Lady Flame watched her tongue of fire slowly crawl towards the door into the path of Captain Evil. Would it make it in time?
He waltzed towards the bank's revolving door and stopped. Sniff, sniff. Smoke. Captain Evil turned to direct a snarky comment at the imprisoned heroine...only to get a face-full of flame. As he threw up his arms to block the fire, his finger squeezed the trigger of the Torpid Gun, releasing Lady Flame.
For a minute, she watched the villain writhe on the floor with painful sobs before calling in the police to take him away. Another job done, and another bubble bath reward. Maybe today will be better after all.
Bethany Bachman writes in Philadelphia and has never been shot with a slo-mo ray.
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