The   Pen   Is   Mightier   than   the  Sword

       "So, you're asking me for a Fancy letter?"

The words left her lips as she jotted down her friend's ideas in her loopy handwriting, a messy mix of cursive and print. The journal sat beside a computer monitor, a wix.com setup page sitting on the screen.

She paused her jerky hand movements to listen intently, nodding ever so slightly as she slowly continued to jot something down. Her lips pulled into a smirk slightly, as her lips moved. 

"Friday is a little tight don't you think?" She asked, putting the date on the top of the page. There was a loud huff over the phone and the sound of an exasperated rushed sentence. The red head's smile twisted into a brighter type.

"I was kidding, Gabbie." She smiled, setting the fine-point sharpie down on her Walnut desk, drumming her fingers on the finished wood. "Friday's good, I'll see you then."

She hung up the phone, spinning away from her desk in her wheelie chair, sliding over to a plastic container with Fountain Pens labeled on top. She dug through it for a few minutes returning to her desk with a cherry stained one, Pulling a bottle of bubblegum-colored ink from a drawer.

She then wrote the name, Gabbie, in a beautiful cursive like bubble print, on yellowed paper.

She slaved over the paper for nearly three hours before she seemed satisfied with her work. She leaned back in her chair, glancing over the paper with tired eyes. Her fingers rubbed the inner corners of her eyes as she situated herself to put her foot underneath her.

She let her hands plop in her lap as she stared outside, the sun was beginning to set and she knew Bludhaven's male vigilante would be out terrorizing thieves and molesters in alleyways. She quickly snapped a photo on her iPhone to send to Gabbie.

Then she set off to her closet to get her suit, it wasn't exactly made for protection. It was made to hide in the shadows, she'd once been told by her colleague that she reminded him of Batman. The dark mainly stood out to scare people. The armor plates around her neck usually resembled scales, which were flexible yet durable. The Scales flowed out to cover the shoulder part of her cape, which turned to a lightweight form of faux leather. Her body had a layer of spandex under her suit, black to be exact. Her torso, except the joints, were covered in the scales, save for her belt, which was a strip of faux leather with a saber sheath on the right side.

She adored her expertise. It'd saved her quite a few times, bullet wounds and all. However, the cape could be problematic at times. If people were smart enough to yank on it, she could be choked to death. She'd been lucky it had only happened once.

Outside her window, sirens wailed not far from her apartment. She grinned in anticipation, could it be a car chase this time?

She pulled her costume on quickly, minding of the quirks it had. Then she fled to the window forcing it open to give her easy access. She leaped onto the building next door, more than likely startling the family inside.

She set off into the night, head held high and sword at the ready.

So shorttttt, why am I so bad at this? This is a crappy boring chapter and I am somehow proud?

Idk, tell me what you think.

-Anna