October 21, 2013

Sting of Justice

A couple walks out of the movie theater on a humid summer night. The streets are damp from a rainfall they avoided by seeing the movie.  They argue over the significance of the plot without a care in the world. Young love blossoming over a discussion of what the end really means. Lost in their thoughts they don't see the shadow emerge from behind them. 

A tall dark thin figure moves swiftly behind them, his intentions no good , he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a switchblade. The couple stops waiting for a light change, as the figure gets closer, but the night is about the oblivious as a small dart is shot out into the villains neck. Confusion turns to sleepiness as he passes out and collapses to the floor, only to be dragged into the nearby alley. The couple turns around hearing the thud but see nothing behind them, unaware of the danger they were in. The light changes they cross going back into their world, being watched by a figure who gleams a goldish yellow under the moonlight.

The figure sighs as they pick up the perp and tie him up to a lamp post. Turning on their visible headset the figure speaks. 
"Data, drop a pin on this guy and send it out to the cops, he won't be awake for at least 40 minutes". 
The figure makes their way to a rooftop looking down at the couple walking off, sighing to themself. Lifting the steampunk style glasses of, the figure reveals her face. Brown eyes, light tan skin, she bites her bottom lip looks down at her watch. Sirens are heard in the distance, as her watch sends out an alert.
"Data".
"54th and Lex,  jewelry shop, looks like Stylin's guys are at again". 
"Gotcha" she says as she puts down her goggles and makes her way to the edge of the roof. She notices the cops picking up the mugger, and prepares to jump. She jumps, expanding her arms revealing her wing suit as she glides off into the night. 

..........
The police untie the unconscious perp, the dart being removed from his neck and placed in an evidence bag.
"Looks like the bee?" 
"Yep, look is time she left a card." The officer holds up a card shakes his head and throws it to the floor. 

It reads Your Welcome, The Sting of Justice. 


October 17, 2013

apology

It dawned on me today that I have been selfish. Selfish because I spend my time going back and forth wondering what I do that makes people leave. This year has been a slap to my face, as I tried to get close to people only to have them walk away, sometimes without even a goodbye. The thought that I have to be doing something wrong, and why don't people want to be around me of course cree through and it leaves me caught up in my own bubble of fear and then today I realized something. I spent so much time focusing on my own issue of people leaving that I didn't even look at the people that have always been there.

In my pain, grief and desire to torture myself on everything that I do that can drive people away, I forgot there are people there who despite every flaw that I contain, and despite the amount of times I have fucked up, the truth is and has always been...that they are still there.

My friends...this is my apology. For missing out on family nights, or not making that call or writing that text to say hello. For not being grateful for not sharing my secrets that I have shared with you and for listening to to my mindless rants about nothingness that crosses my mind. Apologies for avoiding social networking because I just cant deal with how stuck I am and don't want to see others living their lives, my selfishness.

I'm sorry. I can't deal with people leaving, but you guys didn't and for that I am ever grateful and love you. You remind me why I am still here and you know who you are.