The Brave Damsel

Ever wondered what it’s like, being the girlfriend of a superhero? It’s not quite the fairy tale most of you would imagine.

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1. First Meeting

Ever wondered what it’s like, being the girlfriend of a superhero? It’s not quite the fairy tale most of you would imagine.

Obviously he’s your run-of-the-mill hero, with massive biceps, abs to die for, and of course, the amazing ability to fly faster than a jet through the sky. But I am not your average damsel in distress. I don’t like needing rescued. I’d prefer it if I could save myself, but that just ain’t happening. I’m just an extremely luckless girl who always finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. We all know that feeling, but somehow, I just know I must be cursed. It’s no walk in the park being kidnapped by villains and psychopaths all the time. Heck only yesterday I was laying bound and gagged in Dr. Hijack’s secret lair. Either way, it takes more courage than you’d think. The hero is not the only one that needs to be brave.

I remember the first day I met him.

I’d gone to the bank to make a new account, and just as I was about to leave, I found myself in the arms of a crazed man wearing a ski mask. At first, I didn’t even realise what was happening. I just looked up at him with a sense of surprise and confuse. He looked me straight in the eyes, but it was as if he was looking through me, like I was invisible. I was just a means to an end. It was then, that I felt the cold touch of the gun, he was holding to my temple. He put his free hand on my shoulder and spun me around, placing his arm around my neck. Words began spilling out of his mouth, but I understood nothing of it. All I could think about was the barrel pressed against me. What if it suddenly went off? What if his finger slipped? Never in my entire life had I been so afraid of dying. It wasn’t like me at all. I was a dare-devil. I was a do-it-all kind of girl. I had never been afraid to push my boundaries. Now, I had been reduced to a whimpering coward whose life lay in the hands of someone else.  It made no sense to me at all. He pushed me up to the counter, and I looked at the poor woman sitting there in front of me. You could see the terror in her face like a kettle about to hit boiling point. Her lower lip trembled a little bit. She was definitely holding back a scream. Although I was the one with a gun at my face, I felt truly sorry for her. It dawned on me then, that if we were both going to be petrified, how would we get out of it alive? I had to be brave for the both of us. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins; it felt like I could run a marathon. My body was twitching with anticipation. It was hard not to hyper ventilate.  I took in a deep breath. Finally, I could register what my captor was saying.

“All you need to do is take the money you can, and hand it over!” He shouted at the woman.

She just looked at him with horror. I noticed she had a small badge on her chest with crude writing. It read ‘Rachel’.

“R-Rachel” I said shakily.

She turned her face to me.

“I know you’re scared, but as long as we do what he says, we’ll be fine”

That last sentence was more of a wish than it was a promise. Rachel nodded. She looked down and began rummaging through the desk below her. Slowly but surely, money was piled on top. The man’s grip on my neck loosened when he threw a bag in front of me. 

I shivered as he whispered in my ear, “Put the money in the bag, and don’t try anything funny.”

He let go of me, but I could still feel that damn gun on my head. It was as if it was glued to me. I’d nearly finished putting all the money in the bag, when the faint sound of sirens came in the distance. The man howled several profanities, some of which I’d never heard before.

Suddenly, his arm was around my waist. I was nearly knocked off of my feet as he pulled me away from the counter. It was impossible to struggle against him. I felt like a rag doll. I didn’t even realise we were outside until the sound of sirens mingled with the screams of bystanders became louder. The police was just around the corner and there was nowhere to run. Though I should probably feel relieved, it just made me feel worse. I was obviously going to be in the line of fire no matter what, and even if the police didn’t fire, my captor might. The arm around my waist tightened as he lift the gun to my face yet again.

Though it felt like several minutes, it only took a few seconds for the first wave of policemen to arrive. Several cars were stopped in front of us with their sides at the front, and the police behind them in cover.

When they spoke, it was fairly standard.

“Drop the gun and put your hands behind your head!”

The gun in his hand started quivering.

“You are surrounded. Just let the girl go.”

I could feel his chin touch the top of my hair as he shook his head. He was holding me so tightly; it felt as if he was his body moulded against mine.

“I… I w-want the money!” He barely managed to yelp.

Somewhere far above, not too far from our position, there was a loud boom. It was as if someone punched a hole in the atmosphere with a loud ‘pop’ like it was a massive balloon. And then, I felt a sudden rush of wind.

I barely had time to register what was happening until I was airborne. Though I was still in a tight embrace, I was in the arms of someone else. These felt stronger, but gentler at the same time. He held one arm around my waist, and another behind my head as he held it in place against his chest. It made me feel like a wee babe in the arms of its mother. I could barely see, because everything was rushing past me so fast, it was all just a blur. It was as if I was looking out the window of a jet plane. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Perhaps I had died, and I was being carried off to heaven by an angel.

All of a sudden, there was a change in the wind. It was very quiet. I felt my feet touch the ground again, and I was loosened from the tight embrace.

“Are you hurt?”

His voice was deep, yet it had a tender undertone to it, which made me feel at ease. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. The first thing I noticed was his eyes. They were a dark blue colour which had so much depth; it almost felt like I was staring into the ocean. Though it was a bit intimidating at first, he smiled at me, and the ocean turned warm. I smiled back at him. It was difficult not to.

“I… I don’t think so…”, I trailed off.

I didn’t feel any pain, though I wasn’t sure if I might’ve been in shock. This wasn’t like me at all. My knees felt all weak and wobbly, and I couldn’t help but just stare at him with eyes wide in wonder. His hair was jet black, a striking contrast to his outfit. Draped over his shoulders was a long, red cape. He wore some kind of blue uniform, which hugged very tightly against his body. With wide shoulders, and a large, yet chiselled upper body, he looked incredibly strong, though he didn’t look anything like a steroid-pumped body-builder. He just looked natural, as if he’d been born the way he was.

He looked me over, his eyes gazing up and down. I simply stood there, still dumbfounded.

“You’re going to be okay.”

He sounded sincere. I still couldn’t make heads or tails of what had happened. Trying to put my thoughts into order, I shook my head.

“W-who are you?”

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