The Mists POV :
I grunted as I landed on the hard floor. God. Flying isn’t as easy as it looks. Although I’m getting a hang of it, I’m still pretty much an amateur.
I had been busy all day. More work than ever. I saved some fat old lady’s cat, which ended up scratching my face. If it’s one thing people should never mess with, it’s my face. How else would the ladies fall for me? I mean sure, I’m pretty hot. But it’s the face that baits the girls.
I shook my head. Focus dude. Focus.
I surveyed the city, everything looked just peachy. There were some hookers again at the side of the Casino, but besides for that everything looked pretty cool.
I sighed as I swept down in front of Veronica, the slut who had made her home here on these streets, corrupting everyone, and everything.
“Veronica, you never learn do you?” I said, grinning my infamous smile that I nicknamed ‘the bait’.
“Well who’s to blame me? You’re a pretty bad teacher.” She said, smirking.
“Well, that’s all you get for free, besides for STDs and HIV, the two diseases you must be very accustomed to.” I smirked; I had to admit that was a good one.
She pouted sticking her lower lip out at me and trying to get closer. I grabbed her hands and put them behind her back; I leaned in close to her, and whispered in her ear.
“Do well, receive well. Do badly; get slapped in the face by justice. Get it?” I said.
“You wouldn’t dare hit a girl.” She said, putting her head back, trying to intimidate me. But I could hear her voice get husky, and her breath getting shallow.
“Test me.” I smirked as I saw her expression. I slid a handcuff on her left hand, the one that some cop had dropped, running away from me when they had thought I was some boy with hoodie, whom they had thought had some freaky abilities. Which is true…I was that a few weeks back…But of course not anymore. Now I was The Mist.
I yanked her hands back, hoping she would feel the slight pain. I wasn’t okay with hitting girls, but a little scaring ought to do some good.
I handcuffed her other hand to a pole, and left, clapping the imaginary dirt off my hands. I sent a message from my watch to the substation.
“Sir, I caught another hooker. And she’s handcuffed to a pole on Link Street, You’re welcome...”
The static came on and in a fuzzy voice one of the airhead officers replied: “We’re on our way, stay right there. If you truly care about our city, stay there. If you do not you will be reprimanded as one of the fugitives. You will be arrested under code 456 subsection C for going against the law.”
I laughed, as the static receded I responded. “Thanks but no thanks, Oh and you’re still welcome, although you broke my heroic little heart by doubting me, I forgive you.”
Now, Time to go meet Selena, The girl I was so curious about. I couldn’t help but feel I was smitten by her. I mean, I had kissed her …and now that I think back to it, I shouldn’t have misused her. It’s just, since I’m me; I thought I could get whatever girl I wanted. But…that girl meant a little more to me.
She had sent me a note. I don’t know how she had found me, but she had. I admit, I’m a bit scared, she must know who I am now, if she knew where I lived and who I was… I was afraid of what would happen if the rest of society found out. I don’t know what I would do.
I smiled, remembering her knack of getting into trouble. She was beautiful. And her innocence got to me, it was damn attractive. I couldn’t ignore that. And sadly neither could the rest of the guys. I growled, remembering how close that Jonathon kid had gotten.
I took out the note and began reading it for what seemed like the 10th time.
Meet me by the Tower at sunset; I’ll be waiting for you.
Love, Selena
I smiled as I read the note. She was adorable. The note even smelled like her. And god, it smelled amazing.
I arrived at the tower in record time. .40 seconds. A smile tugged at my lips, I really love doing this.
