Short Stories!

Blenders

I walked around in the darkness of the night, searching downtown for clues of a mysterious Blender disappearance. I myself am a Blender.

Now before you are confused, I am not a blender. I do not produce fruity tooti frozen drinks, sorry to disappoint. I am a Blender. I blend into society.

But wait! You exclaim. Aren't you supposed to stand out? You know, be you?

Ah, no. Not really. Being me is a very, very bad idea. So I blend in. And to blend in, I don't use my powers.

So you are like a superhero!

Uh, no. I mean yeah I have powers, but it's not like I want them or embrace them. I would most definitely get rid of them in the blink of an eye.

So if you have powers, why don't you use them?

Things tend to get messy. Really messy. After all, how often do you see a black haired, green eyed girl climbing walls like Spider-Man?

All these thoughts ran through my mind as I hunted for clues. The only problem was, clues were tough to find. Dodgers always covered their tracks.

What's a Dodger?

Must I explain everything? A Dodger is almost the same thing as a Blender: they have powers of their own, and everyone's power is different. But Dodgers avoid society all together. They have their own secret towns and black markets and that sort of thing. You pick to be either a Dodger or a Blender.

So are the Dodgers the bad guys?

Enough with the questions! I'm trying to run an investigation, for Pete's sake! And they aren't all bad, but we definitely don't get along.

I cleared my head and continued walking, bending down to pick up a scrap of paper lying in the road. I squinted to read, for the lack of light, but when I made it out, it read:

Too late

I knew exactly what that meant. So I ran full speed ahead. To where, I wasn't sure. Anywhere but that place.

I ran and ran until my lungs burned and my side ached. Turning a sharp corner, I ducked into a dark alley. The kind in horror movies where the killer is always waiting. And sadly, this was no exception.

My eyes locked with the dark clothed man standing at the end of it. He quickly began advancing on me, and I turned back to the way I came, only to come face-to-face with a slightly younger man with a sword drawn. His light green eyes burned bright with fury, and I knew in that second I was royally screwed.

I did the only thing natural. I climbed the wall of the building next to me.