Glimmer Girl PLUS Bonfire #02 – “Fire and Light” (Part 2)

Glimmer Girl created and owned by Miranda Sparks.
Bonfire and related concepts created and owned by Crystal Frasier.
Story co-plotted by Miranda Sparks and Crystal Frasier, written by Miranda Sparks.

So, here’s the story so far:

My name is Glimmer Girl, a superhero.

The girl in red; Bonfire, a prefect at the Apex Institute. Her job was to convince me that superhero school would be a step in the right direction.

In front of us: robots. Lots of robots. Under the control of school network-raider HaXX0r, their job was to convince me that enrolling would be a bad, bad idea. Unofficially. It was more of their hobby, really. Killing all humans seemed to be their nine-to-five.

Oh, and those metal things clasped to our wrists? Those weren’t fashion accessories; they were power inhibitors, meaning that Bonfire and I only had our wits to survive.

Not exactly an ideal start to the weekend.

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Glimmer Girl PLUS Bonfire #01 – “Fire and Light” (Part 1)

Glimmer Girl created and owned by Miranda Sparks.
Bonfire, related characters and concepts created and owned by Crystal Frasier.
Story co-plotted by Miranda Sparks and Crystal Frasier, written by Miranda Sparks.

There was a time I would have asked myself what kind of a school uses giant robots in its classes, but not anymore. The Apex Institute had a lot of answers to questions I never even thought to ask, like how long could a hero like me last in a labyrinth of death?

I ducked in time to avoid a one ton fist attempting to clip me from behind, only to fly into and weave through a gauntlet of blades. Steel ran along my body, inches away from being lethal. It was like one of those obstacle course game shows for kids, dipped in a nightmare and planted in the middle of a classroom.

“You’re doing great, Glimmer Girl,” the headmaster’s voice blared. “Don’t forget to watch your six.”

‘Watch your six,’ he says; not when I was watching my nine to three!

“She has got a lot of confidence for someone so… hasty,” the voice of his companion echoed; they must have forgotten to turn off the PA.

“I can still-ARGH!”

No time for banter; not with piledrivers slamming from the roof. I dodged the blows, but not without a few hits. Where was the exit? There were none in my line of sight.

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