Some people are born to be heroes. Others...not so much.
Normally I'd just walk away.
No, strike that.
Normally I'd run away.
I’d turn my back on the whole situation, sprint down to Burger King where my friend HD works, and call the cops. Then I’d just wait for them to show up and take care of everything.
Sure, they might be a few minutes late getting here. And sure, that hopped-up guy waving the switchblade at the counter might get away with a few bucks from the comic book store’s cash register. But seriously, how much money does a comic book store really make in a day? Can’t be that much. Especially on a Wednesday.
Honestly, I should’ve just walked away. At least that way no one was likely to get hurt. Most importantly, I wasn’t likely to get hurt.
But instead I slid the gloves on my hands.Two silver, cloth-like gloves. So thin they almost felt like skin after you slipped them on. It was now or never.
Was I going to be a hero? Or just some anonymous girl wishing she hadn’t eaten a cafeteria burrito for lunch?
I took a deep breath. Said a little prayer.
Then I clapped my palms together...and waited for the miracle...