Supernatural Tendencies

03

03 | Brandy

Cold air cuts past Brandy like a knife, whipping his artfully toussled curls straight back.

Brandy enjoys flying like he does fame, the supernatural occurrence building in his muscles like a much needed stretch.

Beneath him, the city twinkles in an out of existence, partially obscured by light dots and wisps of clouds.

They wink up at Brandy, bringing with the faint sound of car horns and nightlife adventures.

The air is fresh and clean, and he closes his eyes, letting the blissful breeze surround his mind in a haze.

There is a tug at his gut, and Brandy's eyes snap wide open.

Below the unfettered, imposing buildings, he spots a sleek figure skipping off roofs and gliding through the air.

He smirks, a lazy smile that over takes his features.

This will be too easy.

His landing is graceful and poised, not a limb out of place, and not too shabby if he says so himself.

And he does.

"Little kitty cat," he whispers, the inaudible sound carried off by the breeze on the roof. "Where are you hiding?"

As if answering his call, there is a jarring, hollow crash, as if someone hit a large metal can.

Brandy follows the sound to a dip between buildings, using the waning moonlight to jump into the alleyway, landing on dusty asphalt that is littered with trash.

A shadow crosses his vision, and he flinches, before regaining his posture.

Brandy isn't scared of a stupid shadow.

Stealthily, he creeps forward, wincing when his left foot finds a particularly crunchy wrapper.

Apparently he still does need some practice.

He turns the corner, and freezes when he meets a dead end.

The brick wall stands unassumingly before him, and the shadow he saw before is a stray garbage bag hanging from an abandoned metal pole.

Brandy's heart clenches.

He is so stupid.

How could he think he was still fit enough to catch this girl? He is obviously rusting and out of shape.

Brandy prepares to fly out of the dark corner, but a sudden voice turns all his limbs to ice.

"Took you long enough."

Brandy's head swings around, and standing against the wall he had just past, stands a woman wearing a shit-eating grin.

She dons a reflective, black rubber suit that clings to her like a second skin, accentuating soft curves that are smudged by the shadows.

A glittering mask conceals her upper face, leaving two grey eyes to peer unsettlingly at Brandy.

Her hair is vibrant, a striking red color that flows around her, unrestrained and free.

Brandy doesn't think, only acts.

Fight or flight mode kicks in, and his arm extends voluntarily. In one fluid motion, a sparkling stream of liquid extends from the palm of his hand, drenching the girl against the wall.

He lowers his hand, expecting there to be a very dissatisfied, wet cat, but she isn't there.

Instead, an unsuspecting blow sends him reeling into reality, his face smashing into the cold concrete.

"Skipping introductions, are we?"

There is insane mirth in the woman's voice as she stands tall, shadow draping over his fallen body.

He can't breath.

The wind has been knocked out of him, and though his heart pounds a mile a minute, he strains to move any of his muscles.

"Tough luck. Beaten by a girl. A villain, no less."

There is a sweet saccharine in her voice that Brandy yearns to wrap his hands around and choke.

"What are you going to tell to the press, the police?"

One booted foot on his back.

Brandy wants to spit at himself. His ego is bruised and tossed aside, and he tries to feebly grab at it with trembling hands.

"But of course, I'll let you go. After all," She chats on.

Brandy regains his breath, and flips over, seeking to grab her leg and send her tumbling over.

She senses it, and grabs his wrists, struggling to hold him still.

He feels his hands growing hot, burning hot, but an uncomfortable sensation suddenly trickles along the pads of his fingers, like a cold that stifles his flame.

Brandy wants to scream, he is suffocating.

The flames dance inwards, searing his skin. It is hot. Unbearably hot.

He opens mouth in a wordless cry, just him against the freezing black night.

The girl leans in, letting her warm breath brush the side of his face as she delivers her final verdict.

"Where's the fun in just killing you?"

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a/n who is this mysterious girl? haha i enjoyed writing about her she is very badass :P

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