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A young man comes across a superhero.
Scott knew it was a bad idea to attempt to leave a bar in the Congaree Vista alone. Deep into a Saturday night after a Gamecocks win, no less. Being small in stature and timid in appearance, Scott could easily be pegged for a victim. It didn't help what was once a raucous crowd of partying college students filling the cobblestone street celebrating yet another Gamecock win had begun to disperse as three o'clock came closer. Scott realized this as he looked at the cell phone to check the time. A stupid move on his part; he never was a cautious person. He knew there was a possibility of being attacked, he just didn't see the probability.
Reality set in quickly when Scott was shoved against his vehicle and instantly staring down the barrel of a revolver. His heart started to beat rapidly, as just looking at the business end of a weapon made him nervous. The mugger was getting impatient.
“I'll have to ask you to stop what you're doing,” someone announced. The would-be criminal turned to face the disruption.
Standing a few feet across the lot, the lighting was just enough to make out a woman. An intimidating woman, standing at a height of what Scott guessed to be about six feet tall, and based on women's fitness magazines in the neighborhood of 140 pounds. She was donning what appeared to be an original superhero cosplay outfit.
The royal blue pleated skirt shimmered in the cool evening. Scott couldn't help but go straight to her bosom and watch it heave with each breath. He then made his way toward the light reflection on the metallic tiara keeping her long black hair out of her face; a face born of an exotic combination of Brazil and some Eastern European country; akin to a supermodel. She appeared to be on the mature side however, somewhere near the age where one would be starting to host runway shows as opposed to starring in them.
Whoever this woman was, she couldn't have been sane. The criminal started to calm down once realized the situation was still firmly in hand. “Halloween is in October," he quipped, pulling the hammer back on his weapon.
That comment threw the woman off guard. One of her eyebrows went up as she tried to make sense of what she just heard. “Halloween...?”
The man couldn't let this opportunity slip by. He fired off a shot. Scott nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound. He shielded himself and turned away.
"Ouch, that hurt!" she declared, with overemphasis. Scott looked up from the ground. The woman was fine; not a scratch on her. In fact, it only seemed to make her mad. "That really stung," she continued, "you'd better pray to whatever you pray to that doesn't leave a bruise." She flicked the bullet aside.
"How...I shot you!" Still stunned, the man didn't know what else to do other than keep firing.
It was futile. The woman kept coming shot after shot, literally pulling rounds out of the air. The last one she caught she plucked it back at him. It went through his leg.
The woman never gave the man a chance to nurse his wound before she snatched the gun from the man and lifted him from the ground by the collar. "Yes, you did." The woman made a fist with her free hand. "Ouch."
The sound of police sirens came into range, followed by flashing blue lights. A white police cruiser with a blue stripe arrived on the lot. As the engine shut off the sirens stopped, but the lights continued. Police procedure dictated a situation involving shots fired warranted an armed approach, as was demonstrated by the two officers leaping out with weapons drawn.
“Everybody freeze!” the officer from the driver's side called out. He hesitated at the sight before him.
“Officer,” the heroine responded as she turned in the policeman's direction. Her sinister cowl turned to a helpful grin as she held the suspect in the air. “I believe you'll want to have a word with this man. I just caught him attempting a robbery.”
The policeman wasn't sure what to make of that one. He turned to his partner, a woman. She shrugged her shoulders. He then looked over at Scott. “This true, sir?”
Scott was mesmerized to be standing next to a woman who was able to hold another human being over head with about as much effort as it took an Olympic medalist to lift 40 pounds. “Yeah, I mean, yes officer. This man pulled a gun on me, then she showed up and stopped him. Actually she asked him to stop, he made a joke about it and tried to shoot her, somehow he missed--”
“Actually it did hit me,” the heroine interrupted, still holding the man as if attempting a world record. “But I'm fine. I won't be pressing charges. I assume however that you will...”
“Scott.” He was still trying to figure out why the woman wasn't dead if she was hit point blank range with a pistol. Perhaps her outfit was some advanced material. He'd only heard of bulletproof vests—never entire costumes.
“Lucikanzundenel.” She dropped her arm and pinned the criminal to a nearby lamp post, holding him now by the neck. She extended a hand.
Scott shook her hand and expected it to crush his, going by what she was able to do. Instead he received a gentle handshake; the kind of handshake he expected from someone as small as he was. Trying imagine the arrangement of letters in his mind, his first response was something Eastern European. “Lukic...”
“No,” she said politely. The woman had expected she'd have to sound it out; there was no need to sigh and express impatience. “Lucy...can...zun...den...el.”
“Lucikanzundenel,” Scott said to himself, to confirm the pronunciation. “Could I just call you Lucy?”
Lucikanzundenel look up as she pondered. “Like Lucy Ricardo?” She seemed pleased with this discovery.
Most anyone knew who Lucy Ricardo was. However, most people also referred to her by her real name, Lucille Ball. It was a bit strange how she would use a character's name as opposed to their real name. Kind of like someone who only knew of her from one popular television show out of an illustrious career of highs and lows. The same way someone from a place other than the United States would speak of Jennifer Anniston; Rachel would most likely be the only name they knew. This led Scott to believe this woman wasn't from anyplace close.
As if the name wasn't a dead giveaway.
“Yeah, I guess.” This was how Scott responded to most anything; getting an actual “yes” out of him was a rarity.
“I have no quarrel with that.” Lucy's cheerful expression went back to disdain when she faced the man in her grip. “Now what should we do with you?”
We can handle that ma'am,” the female officer added, attempting to keep her tone as light as possible for what was essentially a hostage situation. She was brave enough to make the walk across the lot and was now standing near Lucy. “We'll take him to the station for booking.”
Lucy was considering this. She actually hadn't thought past what to do once the person didn't surrender. She knew he'd have to be restrained, but there was also the concept of teaching him a lesson. Such is the quandary of a being who can do whatever they want; the urge to personally administer justice is a hard one to fight off. But she decided it was best not to make a bad first impression.
She lowered the criminal, her hand still around his neck, and shoved him towards the officer. The petite woman barely held onto him and had to take a step back, not unlike catching a hard football throw. Either he wasn't in the mood to attempt an escape or he decided it wasn't in his best interest. He was little more than a rag doll when the officer turned him around and put on the cuffs. “You mentioned he had a gun?”
Lucy handed the officer the weapon. His partner nodded her head in agreement as she walked the perpetrator to the car. Lights and sirens started to fade away over time. The heroine for some reason hadn't left. On the animated TV shows the first appearance of a hero was always a swift encounter; make a save, and fly off. Scott was a bit confused.
“Is there something you need from me?” he asked.
Lucy was staring at the night sky, lost in thought. “Hmm? No. I just want to make sure you're okay. It seems kind of silly to stop one person and just leave. Before you get home you could be right back where you started.”
Such an occurrence didn't seem likely to Scott but he wasn't going to argue. “I think I can make it home,” he declared as he entered his vehicle. He put the key in the ignition and brought the engine to life.
“If you say so.” Lucy was starting to leave the ground as she gave Scott a salute. “Drive safely.” And with that, she was gone, leaving only a vapor trail.lding the man as if attempting a world record. “But I'm fine. I won't be pressing charges. I assume however that you will...”
Lucy was staring at the night sky, lost in thought. “Hmm? No. I just want to make sure you're okay. It seems kind of silly to stop one person and just leave. Before you get home you could