Hi, I'm a Damsel in Distress. And You?

14- Hi, I'm a Damsel in Distress. And You?

It was Saturday and I was still on edge, despite knowing that Mist-a-Swirl is dead.

I was sitting on my counter, looking through the photos that he had taken. He didn’t take the camera when he took me so I had taken it upon myself to see what kind of skill he had.

“Wow,” I muttered, pressing on the button to go through the photos, “These are really… crappy.”

“They do look crappy.”

“Holy Mother of God!” I yelled, jumping off the counter and putting my back close to the wall.

Titanium smiled sheepishly, putting his hands up. “Sorry for scaring you.”

I put my hand against my heart to try and calm it down. “You are such a jerk. Are you going to scare me every time you break into my house?”

Titanium smiled and jumped over the counter to be closer to me. “I don’t see it as breaking in. More like welcoming yourself into a person’s home.”

I scoffed. “Why don’t you tell that to all the burglars in Seedy Heights?”

Titanium’s smile widened and came closer to me. He came so close that my back was now against the wall.

“I would, but then burglary rates would increase and then I would have to patrol more, which in effect, keeps me away from… you.”

“Aren’t you sweet, Mr. Superhero?”

Titanium smiled and put his head closer to mine, putting a gloved hand on my face. “Of course, Ms. Damsel in Distress.”

He kissed me, putting both hands on my face. We stayed there for a while, just kissing until a beeping sound that started off soft and then progressed in volume as time went on interrupted. Titanium pulled away and checked his watch; there was a light on the top that was blinking rapidly.

“There’s a robbery going on downtown. See you later?”

“Just go. Seedy Heights is more important than me right now,” I said, pushing him towards the door.

Just as he was about to leave, he turned around and kissed me once more.

“Bye, Victoria,” he said, and in the blink of an eye was in his car and racing down the street.

He really shouldn’t bring his car here. Someone could find out and then know about us. Not that there’s much to find out.

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Even though it was Sunday, I still had to work. I didn’t have to be in the office, but I had to work with Chris. I carried the photos I had with me in a folder and walked over to his house.

I looked up at the sky; it had been raining all morning and had just recently stopped. Now the clouds and the sky matched colors. I loved the smell of the rain, though. I liked the smell of the wet dirt and grass, and the noise of cars on the wet street.

When I had gotten to Chris’s house, I went to ring the doorbell but the door had already opened.

Chris was standing there in a pair of sweats, but no shirt.

I averted my eyes. “Um, Chris, I know you want me to like you and everything, but I don’t think this is the way to go.”

I had to look at his face after hearing him laugh. “No, no, I was changing into another shirt when I saw you coming up the walk. It would’ve been a while for me to go downstairs and then to come back up, so I decided to just open the door.”

We stood there for a while, looking at each other. Then he seemed to wake up and opened the door wider.

“I’ll be a moment. Just go to my office and set up your pictures. I have some of the article written already. See which pictures you that Mist-a-Swirl took would go good with what I have.”

“’Kay.”

I walked into his office and saw that his laptop was open. I sat in his chair and read what he had so far.

“’The victim, Victoria Hill, had photos taken of her in her sleep before she was kidnapped. The photos, in black and white, show Hill in her bed and not at all aware of what was happening. She was missing for six days before local superhero, Titanium, came to save her.’”

I stopped reading to take a look at the photos.

“Wait a second…” I whispered, scrolling up to a certain part of the article. “How does Chris know the photos were in black and white?”

I know Chris couldn’t be Titanium. He was too shy around work, although not recently, and he didn’t seem like he beat up bad guys in his spare time.

But wait.

Does Chris… know Titanium?

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So glad Mist-a-Swirl won’t be in the story anymore. Typing out his name was a real pain in the ass. I wanted to abbreviate it so many times, but I felt like that wouldn’t be professional. So I want this story back on the action list. It’s so low now. It’s like… nine hundred somethin’. From three hundred something. Big jump.

Okay. This note is ending up being longer than the chapter itself (hahaha) so I’ll stop writing.

Oh, and sorry that my chapters are short. The way I see it, shorter chapters = more updates because I don’t have to waste three hours at a time to write a chapter.

Bye, my dinos.

P.S. Is ‘Holy Mother of God’ supposed to be capitalized like that or is the ‘mother’ supposed to be lowercase?