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The screams increased and echoed against the walls. Ramona winced, the headache that had plagued her earlier, coming back with a vengeance. Her steps slowed a bit as she squinted down the dark alley. Black fog pulled at the edges of her vision. She shook her head, willing it away as she usually did but only more black spots appeared this time. Five more minutes, for the love of chocolate chip cookies, please hurry up. She knew White Warrior could hear her thoughts but the stubborn superhero was, as always, ignoring her. 

Sweat slipped down her forehead and clung uncomfortably to the ill-fitting mask that had been shoved on her face. ‘For security reasons,’ White Warrior had said, ‘Whether you like it or not, you’re one of us now.’ An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she stopped in the middle of the alley. The next time she and White Warrior met face to face she was dropping her off the top of a skyscraper for making her an unwilling participant in her ridiculous half made schemes.  

Her breath slowed a bit and the fuzzy edges around her vision faded as she pressed herself to the alley wall. Unfortunately the painful stitch in her side didn’t, nor did the overwhelming sense of guilt when she looked down at the baby in her arms. I hate you. White Warrior snorted, “Shut up, Eris.” Ramona jumped and whirled around but no one was there. She scowled and mentally poked at the annoying superhero she used to call her best friend. “Don’t be so dramatic, I’m just testing out superhero names.” Her scowl turned into a grimace at the explanation.

“Get out of my head and absolutely not,” She mumbled back. As she spoke, she backed up against one of the walls, her arms bouncing the tiny child she had been clumsily handed, easing the screams to quite sniffles and the occasional hiccup. 

“C’mon she’s the God of chao-” White Warrior’s pesky voice cut off from her head, relieving Ramona but also worrying her the slightest bit. She shoved the worry down and sat down on the edge of a rather suspicious looking black box. The yellow and red slime that coated one broken off corner wasn’t anything she ever wanted to witness again. I’m handing in my superhero resignation, she warned White Warrior mentally, cursing the girl’s selective hearing skills.  

The bloody mask still itched, she bit her lip trying not to let out a self pitying scream that would not only wake the sleeping baby in her arms but alert all of Philadelphia to where she was hiding. The edges of it curled against her dark tan skin, ruining the foundation she had mistakenly applied earlier in the day. Look! It’s black and grey, just like your hair! The loud-mouthed overbearing chick had said, It’ll be fine, no one will recognize you. She pressed her lips together. “Yeah? Well it’s not fine, Faith. It’s freakin’ itchy,” She murmured, freezing when the tiny bundle in her arms let out a yawn. But the baby only sniffled and snuggled further into her breast, still fast asleep.

“What’s up?” A familiar voice asked from behind.

Ramona jumped, jostling the baby, as she whirled around to face the white clad figure who crouched in front of her. “I’ve been here for thirty minutes questioning my life choices. What have you been doing?” She asked.

The White Warrior shrugged, her white and silver mask slid up her dark button nose as she sniffed indignantly, “Saving our ass-”

Ramona squeaked and slapped her hands as gently as she could over the baby’s ears, without waking him. “Little ears, Faith!” She hissed.

Faith, more commonly known to the public as White Warrior, snickered as she stripped her mask off. “It’s sleeping, Mona, she’ll be fine.”

She rolled her eyes at Faith’s mispronunciation of the poor baby’s gender but wordlessly followed her to the green dumpster at one end of the alley.  The medium sized girl bent down and pulled a bright yellow backpack from the stack of boxes at the edge with a small proud smile. Ramona returned her smile with an incredulous tilt to her brows. “Well that’s inconspicuous.” 

Faith snickered again, stripping off her suit leaving her dark skin out in all it’s melanin glory for the entire world to see. Ramona didn’t bother holding back her grunt of disapproval as she scooted in front of the girl.  As much as she loved Faith, she did worry about the girl’s sense of modesty. What if the papers found them? Why would a journalist or pap be creeping down this alley? She didn’t know but she had heard some pretty freaky stuff about the media people, they didn’t understand boundaries. 

She closed her eyes as Faith turned around and bent over, pressing the poor soul in her arms even closer to her bosom.  “Faith, seriously? Grow up!” She exclaimed.  Ramona shuddered as another thought crossed her mind, she opened one eye to peek back behind her at the disgusting fluid that had been on her box. “You shouldn’t be stripping the middle of an alley, it’s unsanitary!” 

Faith snorted; “You’re not the first person to tell me to grow up.” She tapped Ramona’s shoulder, signaling that she was done changing. “Maybe I just don’t feel like it’s necessary to do what needs to be done.” 

“You’re a superhero,” Ramona said in a deadpan tone of voice as she turned back towards the street with her best friend. “You always do ‘what needs to be done.’”

“So are you,” She pulled at the spandex still covering the upper half of Ramona’s face before letting it snap back. At Ramona’s pained hiss, she sighed and pulled the mask off of her face and stuffed it into her backpack.

“I’m not a superhero,” Ramona protested. She held up the child in her arms as evidence. “I just kidnapped a child, that makes me a villain.”

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Part one was inspired by:

@gingerly-writing who told me to write a superhero story.

@witterprompts -  I used some of her prompts, and will continue to for the next couple of parts.

“I’ve been here for thirty minutes questioning my life choices. What have you been doing?”

“You’re not the first person to tell me to grow up. Maybe I just don’t feel like it’s necessary to do what needs to be done.”

@alloftheprompts - I found the prompts re-blogged on this blog.

Both prompts blogs are amazing and all future parts will continue to have bits of their prompts.

@litlereddoll I’m tagging you because you seem interested, hope you don’t mind!

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word count:  1110 words