《Stop While You're Still Beautiful》5. At Your Convenience
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Colin couldn't help himself, " Looks like we're just in time for the masquerade party." He said with an eye roll. The man snapped the gun on Colin. Oh good one Colin, he had gotten too used to running his mouth since his voice had come back.
" Just stay over there you funny... Knight... whatever the fuck you are just chill out. This doesn't concern you. He also darted his eyes over to Moira. " You neither sweatshirt kid." Moira had her hands down by her sides.
" As if, we're here to stop you, and save this man's day." She pointed at the clerk, who had started perspiring heavily. A strong sense of doom was written all over his face.
" Wait a second are you some kind of witch or something?" The gun stood trained on her.
Why yes I am." Moira responded sticking her chest out high. The robber and the clerk shared a quick look. The robber swiveled his head back around to take a look at Moira. " What the hell are you trying to prove anyway?"
Moira responded with great ferocity," I'm here to save the day from people like you."
The clerk and robber both started laughing. " A witch as a hero, better pinch my cheek I must be dreaming." The robber slapped his knee. The laughter from the robber stopped. " Say how much of a reward is there for finding a witch?" The robber's response was met with the sound of another gun cocking from across the counter. " More than enough to pay for a semester or two." Added the clerk.
" You were packing the whole time?" The robber asked in a hurt-sounding voice. " We can kiss up later, the cops are already on their way." The clerk had steadied his gun on Moira. " You tripped the fucking alarm too?" The clerk rolled his eyes and silently mouthed why me.
" Just watch the big guy and we'll call it even." The clerk barked. The robber swiveled and stuck his gun in Colin's direction.
Things had certainly taken a turn for the worse. Colin shot a look at Moira, who still stood defiantly at the door. This was not the time to be a statue, he needed some help, like right now. Colin straightened himself up against the freezer.
" Don't move knight boy. You're not going anywhere." The would-be robber yelled at him. If only you knew, thought Colin. How far were the two? 10 feet? Maybe a little more? The end of the gun wasn't helping him focus. This was magical armor it could take a gunshot right? Surely it must be that strong, it was magical after all.
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" Anything you do to my minion I'll do back to you a thousand times!!" Shouted Moira, She took a step towards the two. " We're just here to help? What would have happened if we weren't here? One of you could have died!" Moira regained her composure. " I suggest you let us leave."
The wonder duo pointed both of the guns at Moira. " Haven't you witches and magical... things already learned your lesson we don't mix. You can't heal a scar like that kid, not after the war, we just lost too much." the clerk responded. " At least I know he's human." The clerk thumbed at the would-be robber. These words made their way to Moira, slapping her across the face. She stood there humbly for a second, her shoulders dropping. You could almost see the poor gears turning in her head as they ran through all the ways she had imagined this day. The mask hid her face as she said," My dad always said the most important thing to know, is when it's time to go." She turned and began to walk away.
The two robbers faced each other for a brief second. " Where do you think you're going?" The would-be robber asked uncertainty
Moira stopped in her tracks with a squeak as the soles of her shoes hit the linoleum. Colin though his eyes were playing a trick on him, it was like she was shimmering. The edges of her silhouette were distorted with a deep blue hue. The room was plunged in darkness as the light briefly flickered.
" One more word and I'll make sure you never talk like that to my partner again. " Colin uttered in a dark raspy voice. Ah shit. Why did he do that? I mean it was tough to watch and all, cut the poor girl some slack.
" Why don't you come over here and say that, what are you attached to the freezer, some knight you are." The would-be robber barked back.
Alright, asshole. Colin needed to choose his next words carefully. Colin felt his face grow red under the helmet as he spat out. " Wonder Witch! I need my noble steed to introduce them to my good old friend justice!! " Colin raised his right hand in the air. Moira's sneakers squeaked on the floor as she swung around and jumped in the air. " You got it!!" She yelled in her usual bubbly voice as she clapped her hands. There was no way she could have screwed this up. The armor had to be bulletproof too. Colin was sure of it. They were supposed to be fighting villains, this armor couldn't be just for show. Colin started rolling forward at the duo. He looked down. Roller Blades? Well, she had gotten the general idea. Colin ducked down as he barrelled across the store. The clerk saw the mass coming and dove out of the way. The would-be robber stood his ground and leveled the gun. He pulled the trigger.
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Dink. Donk. The sounds of the ricochet were like a lullaby to Colin. Now it was time to really get the party started. He rocketed forward His left arm outstretched, his right pulled back like one of those great longbows. With the gap rapidly diminished he swung out his fist squarely at the gut of the would-be robber. And he let out a battle cry, he couldn't let up this once in a lifetime opportunity. With his fist and voice, both synchronized he connected with the solar plexus of his target, sending him teetering over the counter where he connected with the rack of cigarettes and vape flavorings. The bright colors of the flavorings and the reds and greens from the cigarette packagings flew throughout the air, adding a dash of color to the whitewashed store. Colin's momentum carried him to the counter where he slammed his gut into the counter with a dull pang. An eye for an eye though Colin as he threw his arms out to steady himself.
" That was AMAZING!" Moira ran up behind him. " You saved the day! I sure can pick em, right?" she added. Easy there Tiger, thought Colin. It was hard to avoid that twinkle in her eyes though. Then something dawned on him, " Where's the clerk?" The two of them peered over the counter in perfect symmetry. All they saw was the would-be robber blanketed in various tobacco products.
They shared a look and turned around to see the clerk backing up towards the door, his gun pointing at them. " Ya know what," He started, " I think I'm gonna just step out for a breath of fresh air." Colin began to push himself forward until he was stopped by an outstretched hand from Moira. " You can head back to the round table my knight, I got this." She stepped forward with both of her hands outstretched. Her right hand formed that all too familiar finger gun. Colin crossed his fingers, hopefully, she had been practicing. Her fingers crackled with energy for a brief second. Colin closed his eyes, now was certainly not the time to pray to the holy ghost. The blue beam jumped to hit the robber square in the chest, knocking him off his feet. The crackling energy leaped across different parts of his body as he collapsed to the ground. With a crash, his head hit the mop bucket behind him. Colin opened his eyes. No holes. Maybe she hadn't killed him. Moira held up her finger to her mask and blew out the smoking finger. This would have been significantly cooler if the mask had a mouth, but at least she didn't kill him. Probably.
The sounds of sirens in the distance snapped them both back into reality. Moira jumped towards the clerk and stuck a finger under her mask. " What are you doing, giving them a wet willy? We've gotta get the hell out of here." Colin had already spent enough time in his own private room on government property, he didn't need another room without a view. " Calm down, worry pants, I'm just wiping their memories." Her finger gave a white flash as her finger into the clerk's ears. " The wet willy is a magic spell?" Colin skeptically asked her. Moira ran over to the would-be robber and with a white flash her head appeared over to the counter. " Nah that's just because they're both assholes." Stand back." Moira pointed her finger and riddled an electronic box behind the counter with holes. " What was that for?" asked Colin. Moira quickly pointed up. Colin followed her finger until he was staring face to face with a camera of the security variety.
" I'm not a big fan of the paparazzi." Moira let out as she reached forward and took Colin's hand. " Now it's time with for the big getaway." With a snap of her fingers and puff of navy smoke, the two heroes were gone. Alone can of beans rolled towards the door as the store was illuminated with shades of blue and red.
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