There was a smile waiting at the end of the rainbow; or rather the end of red beam. It belonged to a short, stocky woman with wild, purple hair. ‘Bisexual pride’ badges littered her lab coat. She appeared younger than her cohorts, and beamed with every tooth in her mouth.
“Glimmer Girl! Holy wow, it’s really you!”
Together with a skeleton crew of engineers she backed away, giving me room to land. They surrounded a wide steel cylinder that stood at the height of a person. To one side sat fastened an engine. Snakes of power cables lead into the unassuming office building where they’d set up. On the other was the stenciled logo to which they belonged – InfiniTech Labs.
“Dr. Stefanie Storm,” she said, offering her hand. “I’m a huge fan. You’re on my underwear!” She retreated between her shoulders and winced. “That… sounded different in my head.”
I blinked. “There’s Glimmer Girl merch?” Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #19 – “The Reign of Cats and Dogs” (Part 3)”
Life on the underground needn’t be a struggle, or so said The Red Wraith. Sleeping in a warehouse is not ideal for many, but they hadn’t found the warehouse with luxury beds. The crew unfolded sheets of Egyptian cotton. Life on the street had the potential for luxury if only one knew where to look and daring enough to scoff at the law.
The Red Wraith kicked his feet onto an ottoman. Once it was the property of a Texas billionaire, now ‘lost’ in transit. He cut into his hundred dollar Kobe beef steak, served well done with a side of ketchup. All he had was in defiance of the so-called elite, set between the crates of a forgotten storage shed.
“It’s better like this,” he said. “You and I appreciate it far more than those fat, comfortable pigs.”
Mute sat on a canvas sheet. That was all the comfort they needed. His words rolled over deaf ears, though they were less for her than the sake of his own musing. Their pairing served as convenience more than anything else. For the promised reward there was little they would not endure.
Dipping the last of the charred meat The Red Wraith attempted a smile. Alas, not even the wasting of opulence could turn his mood. He clicked his fingers to summon one of the many hooded grunts. Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #18 – “The Reign of Cats and Dogs” (Part 2)”
The suppression foam was thick as it was heavy, but not enough that I could gain traction. Whoever designed it was smart. There was no getting out on my own.
Tremors rocked the cells with the sound of fists. With all her superhuman might Punching Judy collided with the densest metal. It cracked the foundation and lifted from its hinges. It didn’t take long for the door to crash to the concrete.
Automatic gunfire rang through the hall at ear splitting volume. I continued to fight the gunk encasing my body. Judy drove like a linebacker through the guards, laughing like a mad woman. Thank the gods she was on my side.
Her weight clicked against the cell as she sang. “Mar-co!”
“Polo! Polo! Polo!” The suppression foam grew thicker with every kick. I couldn’t stop unless I wanted to drown.
The exit buckled under the force from the other side. It snapped under the pressure and hit with the ground. The muscle-bound harlequin lingered on the other side. She grinned from ear to ear, still in full costume, boxing gloves and all.
“I gotta hand it to you, glow stick. You really came through on this one!” Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #15 – “Hero Complex” (Part 6)”
The red hoodie collapsed into the chair with a scrawny boy still in it. Sat before a steel table in front of mirrored glass he shook. He’d never been in this kind of trouble. All he wanted was to make a quick buck.
What might have been an interrogation didn’t last long. The words ‘inciting panic’ connected to criminal charges, and the boy spilled everything. He told them about the masked stranger and the money. A simple task had become a nightmare.
“Next thing we know we’re broadcasting Glimmer Girl like it’s fight night on cable,” he said. “I didn’t know what was going to happen! Nobody did! Please, I’ve got a boyfriend. I wanted to help pay for his transition-”
Behind the mirror Captain Salvador Ortega scowled. He never cared for small fish, not when there was an ocean of predators to catch. Continue reading “Glimmer Girl #14 – “Hero Complex” (Part 5)”