Vixen, Lady Butterfly

The Festival

Vixen was definitely hesitant on going to the festival, but she decided to go just because she wanted to be with her friends.

"Hey, Harry, do you know if your father's around?" she asked.

"I don't know if he's coming, Vixen," he replied.

"Shit!" she whispered.

"Why?" he asked. "Is it because of the-?"

"No!" she replied. "No. I... I just want to talk to him. He seems nice."

"Okay, if you say so," he chuckled.

Vixen rolled her eyes, then went to the balcony. Her attention immediately went to the sky when she saw some sort of green creature riding a glider. She gasped when it crashed into the building. She tried to run away, but her dress to get caught under cement.

"Peter!" she yelled. "Peter, help!"

"Out, am I?!" the creature on the glider laughed.

He threw some sort of bomb onto the balcony, and Vixen got pulled over the bars. She screamed as she tried to pull herself back up. She turned her head over her shoulder, gasping when she saw the creature floating in front of her.

"Hello, my dear~," he growled.

Vixen looked up at him with fear in her eyes, and she was losing her grip on the railing. She soon let go, and screamed as she began to fall. But before she could hit the ground, the goblin-looking-thing flew down to her, and grabbed her. Her arms were wrapped around his neck as he he held her in his arms, bridal style. She looked up at him, slowly starting to calm down. Before he could do anything to her, Peter kicked him off his glider. He grabbed Vixen's wrist, and panted as he carried her to safety. The creature fell, but quickly got back up. Vixen looked over at him, still stunned about why he saved her life. When the creature flew away, he only said five words to Vixen:

"We'll meet again, little butterfly!"