So, it’s official. Jordan’s completed my outfit, sooner than expected, and is willing to give it to me after my try-on when Friday rolls around. And if everything fits how it should (or how Jordan thinks it should), I can go on a retrieval this weekend. Hopefully this Saturday. My bike is all done and ready to go, my V.C. has fresh batteries, and my tracker is all charged and ready to be tested. I even have which voice I’m gonna use at the retrieval already programmed and ready to go. It’s a few octaves lower than mine, making me sound more mature so that nobody thinks that some random teen is trying to get in on a retrieval. I tested it out yesterday by calling Taylor and she told me that if she hadn’t seen my name pop up on her caller ID, she would have thought it was someone else. And if my best friends can’t tell that it’s me then I’m pretty sure that my family shouldn’t be able to either.
Though, if I’m gonna admit it, I’m really am kinda scared. Everyone came home last night with some kind of injury and looking like they’ve seen the end of the world and back again. Matt has his arm in a sling, Evelyn’s limping around with a sprained ankle, Wyatt has a nasty gash on his cheek, Dad has a black eye and a mild concussion, and Mom has a huge bruise running from her elbow down to her wrist. If it wasn’t for Dad’s concussion, he would have been able to heal them all last night, but he can’t because he refuses to heal himself first or see a doctor. I even offered to drive them! Let them come up with a story and I’ll back it up any way I can if the cops are called. I mean, with how often the cops interact with my family in their hero uniforms, you’d think that the government would allow them to know who they are, but nope. Seriously, politicians make absolutely no sense sometimes. I’m just glad that Ray knows some first aid and got them all bandaged up before they got home because I would have had no idea what to do. I may have taken first aid classes to get my babysitter license but it was all the basic stuff! CPR, how to clean a wound, how to get a bee sting out, how to deal with a nose bleed. Nothing in there about villain-inflicted wounds on a hero. It’s just… so weird to think that there are human beings out there that can just hurt other people and not feel guilty about it. And this time, Python was acting alone! ALONE! No wonder she’s never been caught! She’s probably killed every single hero that even tried to arrest her. That’s honestly all I can think of for why she’s still out and about. And maybe why Mom and Dad haven’t tried to actually arrest her, just merely keep her away from the EOs. Because I know they’re not the only heroes that Python deals with. I’ve met some of the other heroes. And yet… nobody has done anything about her violent behavior. Even Typhoon and Shrapnel don’t go out of their way to leave more than a bruise or ache when going against my family. They always get hurt when Python is at a retrieval.
And I’m really scared that she might be at the one I’m gonna go on this retrieval weekend. I don’t want to witness my family getting beat up, but maybe if I’m there, I could distract her if need be? Maybe I should bring some of Evelyn’s old stink-bombs that are sitting downstairs, just in case. Although I might get lucky and be the only “villain” there and if that happens then I can just pretend that they’ve easily thwarted me and I can throw my hands up in the arm and say;
“Oh no! I’ve been stopped! Curse you, heroes!”
Or not… Wow, that was cheesy and I’m writing this in pen… But I know that at least Matt would find it amusing. He might not be willing to tell me much about their retrievals, but he does like to tell me about the funny things that the villains have said over the years. But now that I’m thinking about it, maybe I should come up with a catchphrase to make myself appear more villain-like. I mean, I know for a fact that Typhoon has one. Matt wouldn’t stop talking about it the first time the weather-wielding villain said it.
“The storm’s hit and you, my dear heroes, are in the thick of it,”
Or something to that extent. And I’m pretty sure Shrapnel likes to shout; “The fun has arrived!”
I have no idea what Python says as a catch-phrase and there is no way in the world that I’m gonna ask any of my family members. Especially after yesterday.
But, if I go on this EO retrieval and find out that I can be useful and keep my family out of harm's way and spend more time with them, then I think it’ll all be worth it. Even if Python shows up. I might be short, but I’m fast and I’m always the last one standing in dodge ball, so I think I’ve got a chance to prove to everyone that I can be useful. I just know it.
Saturday just can’t come soon enough.
