Shimmer #22 – “Starlight, Star Bright…” (Part 22)

Traffic screeched to a halt as I sprinted across the road; no time to say “sorry, buddy; supervillain on my tail.”

I needed cover, I needed to change into Glimmer Girl, I needed to get away from innocent bystanders, and most of all I needed to do it before Dr. Vortex got the drop on me!

My feet were screaming somewhere around the Maxi-Mart; I’d made it a whole three blocks before the stabbing in my ribs made it impossible to run. Gods, how was I going to stand up to him when I was in such bad shape? If I was lucky I could keep my concentration up, and my hologram form could numb the pain.

I slipped into an alley and scoped for security cameras. If there were any I couldn’t see them, and screw it, I was already wasting too much time on my “secret identity.” In a flash I transformed into Glimmer Girl, shot into the sky like a firework and made for the edge of town at ten times the speed I could manage on foot.

The pain died away and made room for rage. “Where are you, you monster?” I spat into the wind and scanned the clouds, but save for the birds I was alone.

From my vantage I could see everything from Milestone Heights to the inner suburbs and to the city, even the dock yards around Portside; nothing. Traffic was smooth, there was no fire, smoke, sirens or destruction; it looked like any other day.

“Come on. I know you’re here!”

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Shimmer #21 – “Starlight, Star Bright…” (Part 21)

I’d somehow managed to hide the cuts and bruises from my Mom; save for the screaming in my face the rest of the night was a blur. The words “grounded until college” lingered, though I didn’t grasp their meaning until I woke again the next morning. I was also nursing the worst headache of my life.

She drove me to school, and I pretended to not be half-dead. Gods, I could barely stand; my stomach was churning, my muscles aching, my ribs were on fire, and I was struggling to keep my eyes open. No problem, right? I just had to hide the pain for seven hours, and then I could go home and sleep.

That was, of course, if Dr. Vortex wasn’t coming for me. Ugh, screw my life.

It wasn’t until I was inside that I saw Tanya again; she was waiting for me, and noticed me first. She stepped up to make sure I could hold myself upright, and pressed a hand to my back, the one spot that didn’t feel like it was going to erupt into flames.

“Tell me everything,” she said.

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New Art!

Hey all!

Very excited to tell you that there’s been a new addition to the art gallery courtesy of artist ChickenMask, who I might add was an absolute pleasure to work with while I was commissioning this piece.

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Here we have Glimmer Girl showing off her trans pride to you, the reader, even if she’s not so open about it in the story (at least while she’s in costume.)

Enjoy, and check out ChickenMask’s DeviantArt page and tumblr!

Love and laughs,
Miranda Sparks

Shimmer #20 – “Starlight, Star Bright…” (Part 20)

“My head is killing me…”

Tanya lifted the gauze on my forehead and reeled. “Well, you did just get your ass handed to you,” she sighed.

I rolled in her bed, still in costume, and ached. “Did you see?”

“Everybody with a TV saw,” she said and patted the blood away; “and now all the local channels are talking about this Vortex guy, who they think he is, and where they think he comes from.”

Every time I closed my eyes I felt my body sink. The world kept spinning and I would slip under until I opened them again; my stomach kept turning. More than the pain, more than the nausea, there was the ever lingering thought that he would show up at any second to finish me off.

Tanya stroked my hair and drew strands from my eyes. “Kaira, listen to me.” Her tone weighed my thoughts to the ground. “You have to go to the police,” she said. “They’ve got people who can handle this. Maybe they can call in one of the big name heroes.”

“I can’t go to the police,” I whispered.

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Shimmer #19 – “Starlight, Star Bright…” (Part 19)

The punch landed somewhere downtown, around thirty floors above it. Next thing I knew the ground had vanished and I was snatched by gravity. I screamed before I remembered I could fly, and then turned on the power to halt in mid-air.

“Where the-?” I scanned the rooftops; Dr. Vortex was nowhere to be seen. What did he just do?

Before I could investigate I saw a shadow crawl, and looked up to see a semi-trailer whine as the carriage twisted in the air. Where did it come from? That didn’t matter as much as where it was going; straight through me and to the sea of commuters below.

I jerked to the side and scraped the hood as it flew by. How was I going to stop that thing? Maybe if I had super-strength…

Without thinking I shot after it and flew in tandem, and inside of seconds I was shooting light blasts at the pavement, bringing traffic to a halt and making room for the inevitable crash. I stopped, and the truck continued to fall; it smacked against the ground, splitting the asphalt and shattering glass with a deafening echo.

FTHWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

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Shimmer #18 – “Starlight, Star Bright…” (Part 18)

I felt bad running out on my Mom mid-argument; you’d think that flying toward a disaster at the speed of sound I’d have more important things on my mind, but no. All I could imagine was the anger, bitterness and disappointment that would be waiting for me when I went home for round two.

Soaring down to street level I skirted the pavement and made a fast lasting behind a car at the police barricade. The officers on either side jumped at my sudden appearance and fell on their asses. They crawled back to their cover, wounded only in ego.

“Sorry,” I told them. Note to self: next time give people a little warning.

One of them grabbed the receiver on her shoulder. “Captain, we’ve got Glimmer Girl on scene,” she said. Her eyes danced between me and the literal train wreck with carriages folded over one another; there was crying and screaming coming from inside.

“What’s the situation?” I asked, but she didn’t appear to be listening.

The radio squawked back; “Glimmer Girl is a civilian. Get her the hell out of here!”

Before she could act our shield vanished with a heavy fwoom. We were sitting out in the open, and while the two cops dashed in opposite directions I was still crouched, wondering where in the hell our cover had gone. I stood, looked around, confused for a moment; and that was when I saw him.

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Shimmer #17 – “Starlight, Star Bright…” (Part 17)

“You’ve been cutting classes,” she said. “Don’t bother trying to lie about it, because I’ve been talking to your teachers.”

I looked down, exhaled, and sunk into the sofa. The next few hours were not going to be fun.

Mom paced back and forth, every so often stopping to sigh and cradle her brow. “I’m going to assume that you’re not out there doing something terrible, like taking drugs or some such,” she started. “You’re much too sensible for that.”

“Thanks.” Credit where credit’s due, I guess.

Her glare fixed on me and scanned me over, as if somehow she could just know without my saying; you know, Mom powers and all of that. After drawing a deep breath she arched back and sighed. “It’s about a boy, isn’t it?”

The look on my face must have been priceless, because I’d never seen her so smug.

“You don’t have to hide it, Justin,” she said. “I’ve known you were gay since you were very, very small, and so does your father. It’s not a problem. One of my best friends at work is gay, and I love hearing stories about him and his husband.”

These were words I never thought I’d have to speak, but “Mom, I’m not gay… I think.”

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Shimmer #16 – “Starlight, Star Bright…” (Part 16)

School was out; finally!

I met Tanya by her car. She didn’t ask about Adrian, probably because she knew I wouldn’t listen to another lecture; not like he mattered once the last bell rang.

She lifted a brow and drew out her keys. “Oh, you’re wanting a ride today,” she mused. “No more flying for Ms. Kaira?”

“I had to come down sometime,” I quipped.

Tanya paused and leaned on over the driver’s door. “You know, you never answered my questions. Where did you get that costume from; and where do you keep it when you’re, you know, in disguise or whatever?”

“Nowhere, really,” I told her. “It was there. Maybe it was something I dreamed up subconsciously, I don’t know, but it’s like whenever I need it it’s there.”

“Completely?” she pressed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like, when it changes you, is it just your costume, or…?”

Oh my gods; she didn’t.

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Shimmer #15 – “Starlight, Star Bright…” (Part 15)

They say everyone loves a hero; boy, they weren’t kidding. Talk of Glimmer Girl was everywhere! On TV, on blogs, and especially at school, everyone was chattering non-stop about the hot new cape that had come to our town.

It was weird to think that they were all talking about me. I’d even heard some of the guys on Adrian’s basketball team saying how much they’d “love to bang her.” Can you imagine what they would say if they knew the object of their misdirected desire was the same “queer thing in senior class” that their teammate had been beating on?

Even the girls were getting in on it. I’d heard one of the school captains say that Glimmer Girl was a “feminist youth icon of the twenty-first century.” Tanya had even heard of one girl crossing her fingers chanting “please-be-a-lesbian, please-be-a-lesbian… or at least bi.”

All this after just two weeks of flying around, literally pulling kittens out of trees, helping the elderly cross the street; oh, and the one time I actually did chase down a purse snatcher on the street! Funny, but being a superhero was just like being a girl scout, only with a cooler uniform. I never would have imagined it to be this easy.

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Shimmer #14 – “Starlight, Star Bright…” (Part 14)

My body hovered as I curled through the jags of the former window pane. The smoke was no obstacle, but the infra-red spectrum was flooded with searing red. Layer upon layer lined the maze of the apartment building; how was I supposed to find one man in the middle of all the chaos?

I pressed further; past what was once a bedroom and into the blazing kitchen. Tiles cracked like egg shells and shards of glass littered the ground. Wooden stakes like spears toppled across the main hall, then withered in the intense heat. Gods, if I couldn’t fly over them…

The apartment numbers seared like brands on the doors. D086, D088, D090; each fell with a clumsy blast from my finger cannon, and I called into each of them. “Mr. Geong! Mr. Geong, are you in here!?” I was screaming over the crackle, but there was no sign of him.

Soaring as fast as I could I scoured the other side of the hall and searched the apartments one by one. Suddenly the roof collapsed and I jerked back, narrowly avoiding the porcelain bowl that split on the concrete beside a melting polyester sofa.

It was no use; my search was taking too much time. How did I know I hadn’t missed him? Maybe he was unconscious, choked out on fumes. I had to keep looking.

“Mr. Geong!”

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