Super(Idiot)

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this is so unedited lol.

two // superiority complex so high he can't fly over it

r o s e l y n

FOR MOST PEOPLE, walking Fairview alone at night is a death sentence. And they were quite right. Even with supers flying left and right, they were never a guarantee of safety. I wouldn't even be here, if not for my moron of a (now ex) boyfriend who never showed up to the date he planned for me, vanquishing any thought of mine that he was my ride home.

I tugged down my billowy dress, which was currently being flown up to God with all this godforsaken wind whipping around my form, while running through my index of excuses as to exactly why Wyatt, who was totally the one I was hanging out with before now, didn't wait for me to enter the house before driving off, like he usually does because some guys are actually taught common courtesy (looking at you, Nolan).

  For most girls who are hiding their real whereabouts from their overly strict parents, they'd use a close girl-friend as an excuse for questions about their whereabouts, but honestly, I had like 2, and they both were best friends with each other and I was the third wheel. So, Wyatt was my go to. He was the only guy they trusted around me. Mostly because on multiple occasions, my mother has asked how his boyfriend was doing, only for me to encourage it by laughing. It always makes for the best-surprised faces when they ask him outright when he drops by the house, which is quite often.

While deep in my thoughts, I felt a heavy gaze on me. The hair on my neck pricked up. What Wyatt called my spidey-senses switched on high alert. I assessed my current situation. There were only two exits in this alley, and one was twenty feet behind me, the other was twenty feet ahead, meaning if this person was as close as I estimated he was, I was ultimately screwed if he was athletic and decided to run after me, because while I was quite fit, I had always naturally sucked at running.

  Strong hands grasped my left forearm from the side, but today was so not the day that I was gonna get shot/raped/murdered. I shot his arm up and down to loosen his grip, before grabbing and twisting his arm behind his back and pushing it upwards, pushing his face against the nearby wall. I kicked him in the back of the knees and released him, watching as he crumpled in a depressing heap on the floor. Damn, I was good.

However, I realized it was far from over as two men appeared out of the alleyway shadows. Damnit, how many movies would I have to watch before I understand alleyways are never a good place to walk at night?

"You shouldn't have done that," one of the men's mouths curved into a chilling smile, sidling up to me and placing an iron grip on my arms. "Should she have done that, Roger?"

Roger, I would presume, cackled loudly before slowly shaking his head.

"He just wanted to have some fun, why should you rob him of that?" The man holding my arm squeezed tighter before relinquishing his grip on my arm altogether, pulling out a switchblade with his free hand.

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, this just became sickeningly real and I actually might lose my life in the next 5 minutes.

I was trained in mixed martial arts, but even I knew I couldn't overpower both of them. They both clocked in at about 6 foot and 200 pounds each. I barely cleared 5'4 and was 110 pounds. I couldn't call the police, because one) my phone was in a clutch five feet behind me, and two) they barely respond to 9-1-1 calls since the supers came to power. They stupidly assumed the person was saved by supers if they didn't come, which was a dangerous mentality and has probably resulted in many deaths. The other options included me either running or trying to contact a super like Red Lightning, which I didn't know if I could do because Lord knows how their power works. Do they just get a feeling when someone needs saving? Like a 'A girl around the age of seventeen is currently about to get raped/shot/murdered by two men. Please help. It would be greatly appreciated.'? Or like a simple 'help needed at 404 whatever the fuck way'? I should really not be so troubled by this when I could near as well die in the next two minutes.