The Dinner Treaty

Chapter Seven - PinK Rain

I'm feeling on top of the world. My brothers have been bested for the first time in goodness knows how long and I've got a long line of evil deeds that need doing.  Today's Agenda? I'm going to paint this city pink. Well, not me physically. I've been working on a little formula - a powdered dye of sorts. When it comes into contact with water it transforms into a sticky, staining pink goop. And today we're expecting rain. 

I slip into my suit, loving the sleek, beautiful design. I jump out of my window and take to the skies, feeling the wind catch my hair and pull it out of the loose braid it was put in. I sigh - there goes yet another hair tie.  With a burst of speed, Face up into the sky and fly higher than I've flown before. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I ascend through a blanket of low-lying clouds, the beauty and height taking my breath away. I click the heels of my boots, releasing a steady spray of powder. I used the dust bomb technology I've already made and modified it to release a stream rather than an explosion.

Once I've finished spreading my formula, I make my way back down to Earth. Looking up, I can see the sun attempting to shine through one of the clouds, turning the cloud pink. I don't really care, it's too late to stop the formula spread and not even my brothers can halt the rain. 

As if summoned the rain begins to fall, and I just remember to pull on a set of normal clothes. There's something oddly satisfying when I'm fully soaked in pink, but I seem to be the only one enjoying the new rain. Pink goop runs down the sides of the streets, sliding down buildings and piling up in puddle-like globs. It's chaos, and everything is going to plan. Wiping a satisfied smile and some flecks of slime off my face, I start to make my way towards home, mimicking the people who don't have umbrellas by ducking from cover to cover. The gutters on our house are dripping with goo, and the front lawn is a minefield of magenta. I sprint the last few meters to the front door and suddenly lose my footing on a stray chunk of slime. Flailing, I spread out my arms to catch my fall, and as I hit the hard concrete a ripping sound echoes in my ears and my arm bends almost entirely backward. Pain flashes out and I hit my head, hard. Then it all goes black.

I wake up in my own bed, with a pounding headache. I blink once, twice, looking around. I go to hop out, and that's when I notice it. 

The cast.

Mum walks into the room and sees me staring, dumbfounded, at my arm. "Hey Honey, how do you feel?" she asks, sympathy and motherly concern on her face. "What happened?" I ask, trying to make sense of the situation. "You've been out a few hours," begins Mum, slowly, "I think you slipped on a chunk of that pink slime that's been raining down and you landed on your arm wrong. It's broken quite badly. You gave me such a fright when I found you out cold at the front door." The pieces slide into place for me. I look down at myself and notice with a start I'm wearing pajamas. Not my clothes. Not my suit. "Mum?" I venture, wondering just how much she knows. 

She smiles softly, and I'd swear I saw a glimmer of mischief flicker across her blue eyes. 

"Your secret is safe with me, Pink."