SuperHero+Narrative+sarah



The Bumble Bee

Amy Waters gazed out the window. Ashton lay dreaming in the sun completely at peace. But not for long. Suddenly the serene silence was shattered by a long loud wail. Amy smiled. Maybe this afternoon wouldn’t be so quiet after all. “Um...class. I’ve got to go. You guys can go home early.” A cheer rose up from the group of students holding paint brushes in front of paint smeared paper. They all dropped they paint brushes in the sink and, grabbing there bags, rushed out the room to the freedom outside. After the door banged close for the last time Amy reached into her pocket and pulled out a tiny metal bee. Holding it in her hands she threw it into the air. As it arced gracefully in the air a beam of light shot out of it, enveloping her in flickering honey coloured light. Within the flickering light a lot of changes were taking place. Her short black hair became long, black and curly. A piece of liquid light detached itself from the others and became like a gold rope, wrapped round it’s head and became the golden circlet that rested just above her brow line. Her sensible blouse and skirt were washed away to became her black and yellow body suit. Her ballet flats transformed into knee high yellow sandals and her square black glasses a mask that covered her emerald green eyes. When the light vanished Amy Waters, art teacher, is gone. In her place was The Bumble Bee. She walked over to the window and looked out. A trickle of smoke rose from a series of high rise office blocks and it was growing larger every second. The Bumble Bee stepped onto the sill and leapt forwards into the open air. The gauzy, semi transparent wings on her back snapped into action. She soared over an apartment block towards the centre of the city. When she arrived she gasped. Debris littered the street and as she watched even more charred wood and shattered glass rained down onto the pavement below. Up above, wielding a handful of flames, was her arch nemesis. The Flame. She soared towards him and, as she flew, she fired an arrow. It soared forwards the needle sharp point aiming at his head. He turned, saw the arrow coming and vaporized it with a flaming fire ball. He roared and aimed another fire ball that would have decapitated her if she hadn’t dodged to one side. She drew back her bow and fired once more. This time it met its mark only to rebound of his red and back helmet. But the blow and obviously taken its toll. He looked round disoriented and through a ball of fire without meaning to. It soared through the air in a graceful arc. The Bumble Bee knew that when it landed it would do so on the block of flats filled with civilians. Once more she drew back and fired. This time she fired an arrow with an exploding tip that would blow up the fire ball in mid air. Then fast as lightning she spun round in mid air and fired. Behind her the arrow hit the fire ball. The result was a mid air mushroom cloud. But she didn’t care. Finally her arrow met it’s mark. The Flame fell through the air in slow motion. He hit the concrete 100 metres below with a sickening crunch and lay unconscious. She landed next to him and examined her now fallen enemy. He didn’t look dead but just to be shore she knelt down and pressed her thumb to his wrist. That was her mistake. Suddenly his other hand shot out and grabbed her by her long black hair. He attempted to get back up but failed. This was due to having fallen 100 metres and also because The Bumble Bee kicked him hard in the shins and stomach. He was still laying on the floor when the police arrived to take him away. That night in his cell at the Ashton Mental asylum he vowed revenge but no one was there to hear him and in a small house in the suburbs Amy Waters lay in bed dreaming about her next battle. Good against Evil.

The Flame