Heroic Villian

Chapter 2

Blitz

Tears stream down my face as I sit in front of the computer, my head on the desk, and my body shaking as fits of laughter rip through me. I barely hear the creak of the door to the Tech room open nor the hesitant footsteps over my laughter.

"Blitz?" my friend asks, his dark eyebrows scrunched together as he pokes my shaking, crouched over body. "Are you ok?"

    "Oh my gosh, Simon!" I laugh, shoving him into one of the navy blue, swivel chairs next to mine, while clicking the play button on the computer. "You have to see this!"

    Simon readjusts his glasses as he leans forward, focusing on the grainy video of a park bench in Central Park. "What's so funny about a park bench?" he says, concern written across his face. 

    "No, no, no," I say, shaking my hand in front of his face, before death gripping his arm and pointing at the screen. "Just wait!"

    A cry of pain escapes Simon's lips as he prys my purple, gloved fingers off his arm. He mutters something about crazy superheroes before his eyes lock back on the screen, eyebrows scrunching together, as a grainy figure appears in the video, doing some weird martial art routine. "What is she doing?" he asks, pointing at the girl who looks about our age.

    "Keep watching!" I say, tugging excitedly at my braided, blonde hair.

    "What is Griffin doing?" Simon asks, pointing to our friend as he hovers down into the screen, his griffin logo easily seen plastered across his chest in the grainy video. "Wait, is this the Central Park complaint we received?"

    "Will you shut up!" I shout, covering his mouth, watching as in the video, Griffin tilts his masked head to the side as the girl does a backflip off the park bench.

    Growling, Simon prys my hand off his face. "Blitz! What is the- oh my god!" he exclaims, his amber eyes widening as in the video, the girl roundhouse kicks Griffin in the head, knocking them both to the ground.

    Laughter rakes my body, causing me to fall to the cold, concrete ground, sending my swivel chair flying into one of the steel desks, shaking the many computer screens on it, as Simon continues to stare dumbfounded at the screen, replaying the part where our friend gets kicked. "Oh my god," he continues to mutter. "Do you think he is okay?"

    "I'm fine," a deep voice growls behind us.

    Both Simon and my head whip around to the door, seeing Griffin stagger into the tech room, clutching his head. Simon immediately runs over the the first aid kit hanging on the white  wall and begins shuffling through it as I continue to lay on the ground, laughing my butt off. "I can't believe you got kicked in the head!" I manage to giggle out.

    "Shut up," Griffin growls as he walks over to Simon's chair, sending a light kick to my gut before collapsing into it, the chair creaking a little under his weight.

    Simon runs back over, nudging one of my purple, booted feet away before placing an icepack on Griffin's masked head. "What the hell happened?" Simon asks. "The complaint was just a possibly high teen. What was she on?"

"Nothing," Griffin groans, clutching the ice pack to his head while leaning back in his chair. "She was just super excited about her Disney music."

Simon's eyebrows scrunch together at the last comment before he shakes his head, looking back at Griffin, whose eyes were scrunched together in pain. "Dude," Simon says, walking back over to the first aid kit, "you only got hit in the head once. Shouldn't your super healing have kicked in by now?"

"Not once," Griffin says, opening his eyes to look at Simon. "The camera missed the second time she hit me, which was with a stick."

"She hit you with a stick!" I exclaim, falling back into my fit of laughter. Griffin aims to kick me again, but this time his boot collides with my purple utility belt.

Simon's eyes roll at our antics as he hands Griffin some aspirin and water before the chimes of his phone alerts him and he pulls it out, feverously tapping the screen. I pull myself off the concrete ground into my chair, readjusting my mask and other various parts of my sky blue supersuit. I check the doorway as Griffin pulls the bottom of his full face mask up to his nose allowing him to swallow the pills. Yes we are in the sanctum, so it is okay to remove our masks, I think to myself, but it's more comfortable knowing they are there.

"Crud," Simon mutters, leaning against one of the steel desks, raking his fingers through his copper brown hair while staring down at his phone.

"Was that Captain Davis?" I ask, knowing Simon has been waiting for a report from the police department.

Griffin pulls his mask down, leaning forward in his chair. "Did they find out why Phantom and Shadow broke into the city library yesterday?" he asked.

"Yeah," Simon says, running his hand through his hair and readjusting his glasses. "Apparently, while you guys were fighting Shadow, Phantom gained access to the city archives on the computers."

"What were they looking for?" I ask, twisting the tips of my gloves.

"That's the thing," Simon says, concern written across his face. "They don"t know. Captain Davis says they will continue to investigate, but he asked if I could come down to the station at one point today to, I quote, use my computer techy stuff to help them."

"Okay," Griffin says, running a hand across his face, trailing off in thought.

"So," I say, looking between the guys. "What do you think the Demonic Duo are up to?"

"Hopefully, I can find that out at the station," Simon says. We all nod our heads, letting silence engulfs us and we disappear into our own thoughts.

After a few minutes a snort of laughter draws Griffin and my attention back to Simon. We follow his gaze back to the computer screen where Griffin gets kicked in the head, again. "Who was that in the park anyway?" Simon asks.

"Actually," Griffin says, a smile spreading across his face, "we know her-"

"Guys!" I shout, jumping to my feet, knocking my chair over as my eyes lock on the time at the bottom of the screen. 7:00. "We have school to get to!"

Griffin jumps to his feet, too. "Shoot, I almost forgot!" he mutters as he tosses the melted ice pack in the garbage.

"Ok," Simon says, looking down at his phone. "I'm setting my phone so any notification here gets sent to me, that way in an emergency I'll message you two. Other than that, I believe Atuname and Shroud are taking over your guy's shift next. You should go change into your street clothes."

Both Griffin and I look down at our skin tight spandex before shoving each other aside, racing down the hall to the locker rooms. "See you bitches at school!" I shout behind me as I burst into the girl's locker room.