Hi, I'm a Damsel in Distress. And You?

12- Hi, I'm a Damsel in Distress. And You?

I went back to work the next day. Everyone was happy to see me.

“What happened?”

“Are you okay?”

“Were you hurt?”

“Who captured you?”

“I’ll answer your questions later!” I yelled, making everyone back off.

I went to my cubicle, sitting down and sighing. It was nice to be back. Chris came soon after, sitting on my desk.

“You know,” I said, “I was told that I was gone for six days. I don’t remember that. I was there for one day before I was knocked out by some green gas.”

“I’ve heard about that. It takes a while for a person to wake up after smelling that. I guess it took you two days.”

I looked at him. “It was so scary, Chris. But I knew Titanium would come save me, he always does.”

Chris nodded. “What if he wasn’t always there?”

I shrugged. I was about to speak, but was interrupted by Hanson.

“Hill, I’m glad your back and I’m sorry you were kidnapped. But we still have a newspaper to run. I need the two of you to write a story on your time under Mist-a-Swirl.” He walked back to his office.

“How does everyone know Mist-a-Swirl kidnapped me?” I asked.

“Because he made a live broadcast. He showed you in a dark room. It looked like fun." He said.

I looked up at Chris to see him smiling at me.

"Get bent."

Chris chuckled, “Gladly.”

I eyed him. “That’s a really weird thing to say.”

We were silent for a moment. I was checking the camera I found on my counter seven days ago, making sure it was still usable so that I could use the pictures on there. Chris was still sitting on my desk, watching me.

“You know what Titanium did?” I asked, startling Chris.

“No. But I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”

“Don’t get cute.”

“But don’t I have a pretty face?”

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up. Anyway, I was helping Titanium because he had been hurt and was bleeding. I was going to help him into my house before he just drove off!”

“Well, maybe he didn’t want you helping him. Maybe he could get help from somewhere else. I mean, you were driving his car in broad daylight. If anybody saw his car outside of your house, you’d be in trouble.”

“Okay, but weren’t there reports of him having this cloaking option for his car so that it turns into a Chevy? Why couldn’t he do that?”

“Maybe it was broken.”

I was starting to grow suspicious of Chris. “You seem to have all of the answers about Titanium.”

Chris shrugged and smiled. “I do my research.”

That answer didn’t ease my suspicion. Then it hit me.

I gasped, pointing a finger at Chris and alarming him. “You know Titanium,” I whispered, feeling triumphant.

Chris raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“You have all the answers about him. No one can sound as sensible as you did without not knowing Titanium personally.”

Chris smirked. “I guess you can say I know him.”

I scoffed. “Then why didn’t you tell him we needed pictures of him that day I was held hostage.”

“One, you were not held hostage. Two, it’s not like I can just call him and be like, ‘Hey, Titanium, this girl and I want to take some pictures of you, so let’s get down to it. Pose for us, baby.’”

I chuckled. “You don’t have to say it like that, but you could’ve told him we need pictures. And I was held at gunpoint until Titanium rescued me. That counts as being held hostage.”

Chris snorted. “Hardly.”

I scowled at him. “Don’t snort, it’s not attractive.”

“And what is attractive? My pretty face?”

I sighed. “I said that in a joking manner! Would you let it go?” I hit Chris playfully, getting him on his side. He hissed in pain and doubled over.

“Oh my God, Chris, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I also did not think I had that much strength,” I said, flexing to look at my tiny muscles.

Chris stood upright, but was obviously in pain. “It’s not you and your girly muscles. I… played basketball yesterday and this guy ran into me full force.”

“You were playing basketball? Is that why you weren’t here?” Hanson asked. He has the tendency to just pop up sometimes. I hate when he does that.

Chris looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh, no. I had a doctor’s appointment. I played basketball in the afternoon, after work was already over.”

Hanson eyed Chris. “Mhmm. So that article, do you have a name for it yet?”

Chris and I looked at each other. “Uh…”

“Umm…”

“Very nice title,” Hanson said sarcastically. “Can you think of something better?”

“Mist-a-Swirl: Once Deadly Villain, Now Dead. Hear about the kidnapping from our very own reporter, Victoria Hill. The latter, of course, will be in smaller font,” I suggested.

“Thought of anything, Chris?”

Chris shook his head.

“Okay then. We’ll go with your title, Hill. But take away the ‘dead’ part. He hasn’t died.”

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

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I was looking at my profile… to find that… this story is on the action list! But it’s only number 316. I was number 306 before, but I guess the popularity went down. Thanks to all those who are reading this. I know it isn’t a big deal, but never have I ever made it on any kind of list before. Ever.

It’s like I’m moving on up. (To the eastside. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. Yeah, I’m moving on up.

Anyway, bye readers! (Also known as dinos! I have a feeling I’m annoying someone by always calling my readers dinos, so to irk them further, I’ll continue saying dinos.)