@pallas-athena
EDIT: woaahhh, hey. if you’re reading this, i just wanted to let you know that i wrote the snippet below back in may, and as i write this, it’s august. needless to say, the little snippet below is a horribly outdated example of my writing. feel free to keep reading if you want, but just a note that i’m not really looking for critiques on it anymore.
hello! so there's this story that i've actually got some motivation to write about (i know, i can't believe it either) and the summary of it is that is a superhero story. it revolves around a band of twelve superheroes, each based off of one of the western zodiacs - i don't believe in astrology, but it's a fun theme to write by!
this passage talks about angela, whose secret identity is the superhero virgo, as she stresses out. this takes place later on in my story, and what's happening is essentially angela, after witnessing some of her fellow superhero teammates go through a lot more physical injury than usual, decides to embark upon a journey of unmasking black cat (the zodiacs' villain/antagonist of the story - there's a reason for black cat's black cat theme, but i'll explain it later ;v;) and getting rid of the villain once and for all so that further damage can be avoided. unfortunately there's literally nothing for her to go off of to even guess what black cat might be like as a civilian, and she also needs to figure out how exactly to get rid of black cat in the first place.
meanwhile, the civilians of the city they protect are getting increasingly annoyed because black cat is growing stronger while the zodiacs aren't, so now there's a lot of damage left after battles and the public is starting to believe that the superheroes are inadequate - ergo, the media is discussing leaking the superheroes' identities and/or just getting rid of them somehow.
as mentioned earlier, this does take place later on in my story, so there's some terms that don't make any sense because at this point in the story you would've already been familiar with them, but i'll try and define them here:
zodiac charm - the thing that allows a zodiac to, well, turn into their superhero form. it takes the form of an innocent accessory (a ring, a bracelet, a necklace - in angela's case, an earring) but it always has the symbol of the zodiac (for example - angela's dangling charm on the earring is virgo's symbol). each zodiac charm is different for every holder!
restoration spell - a spell casted by one of the zodiacs after battle to undone the damage caused by battle. unfortunately, if there's a lot of damage, then the spell isn't able to restore everything (really confusing, I can elaborate on this if you need me to)
okay, here we go!
also?? i don't know how to italicize on here so a // around words (like //this//) indicates that it should be italicized
Angela chewed on the eraser of her pencil, which was alarmingly small and alarmingly close to disappearing from existence, cut down to just a nub from Angela's sleepless nights - which, as you may have guessed, included a lot of eraser chewing. Instead of chomping down on the plate of perfectly good biscuits in front of her, Angela favored consuming her pencil whole.
Her world had delved into a strange sort of quiet once she had willed herself to unmask Black Cat and reveal the supervillain's identity once and for all - the stakes were higher now, and the Zodiacs had to end this feud quickly. The enemies Black Cat had sent had started to become - much to everybody's displeasure - stronger, and more difficult to get rid of. Angela had kept, on a spare sticky note somewhere, the amount of times she had to team with Gemini to bring a Zodiac to the hospital in the span of a month. Angela lost count and the sticky note itself, too.
The quiet would've been wholeheartedly embraced by Angela if it had came maybe five months prior, with open arms and all that. Now, the quiet was just deeply unsettling. Angela had eventually adapted herself to the fast pace that her life moved at, and to have everything slow down was a genuinely foreign concept to her and therefore, alarming.
But, it didn't take a genius to figure out that it was not a good quiet. It was much like when Mother Nature had finally settled herself after a raucous thunderstorm, but you could still spot the brooding layer of gray in the sky, smoky clouds rolling like soldiers getting into their field positions, ready to fire. There was just a small intermission of temporary quiet before the storms returned loud as ever, hot streaks of silver cutting the sky up accompanied by loud booms announcing the chaos to come.
The aching pain in her wrist became too incessant to ignore. She placed her pencil aside with a hiss of pain and picked up her phone. She resolved to do a quick browse of her news feed to allow her wrist to heal, and then it was back to staring at her notes on Black Cat in abject horror while desperately pleading her brain to //just give her a hint, something, anything-//
Angela never cared for news until that fateful day where a weird earring showed up in her room, its dangling charm the sign for the zodiac Virgo, and spearheaded her superhero career like the first episode of a really bad anime. Now that she had all this additional weight thrown on her, she had to keep herself up to date with anything that happened. Crimes, robberies, anything to make it seem to the public she was a good superhero and that she was already one step ahead of Black Cat's antics and the tricks of small town criminals. If she faltered in her step, reporters would come chasing after her like hungry wolves.
The media //was// hungry wolves - or more like vultures. They took anything they could get and weaved it into elaborate stories that were - at least in Angela's opinion - pretty much always wrong.
Angela scrolled down her news feed and skidded to a halt when she saw that thumbnail for the video that she caused her to nearly pull out her hair just a few hours prior.
//You already know this video'll just make your blood pressure rise and your temper boil, // she told herself. //No need to put yourself into a worse mood.//
She scrolled past the video and within twenty seconds she had scrolled back up and was already pressing the play button.
The reporter, a woman dressed smartly in navy and with a short haircut, held a microphone and was already addressing the question on everybody's lips:
//Do we really need superheroes?//
Angela wanted to scream.
//Of course// this city needed superheroes. Who was gonna show up when Black Cat threw some villain at them that could rewind time, a robot that could control any electrical inanimate object, or some other wacky villain that Black Cat had temporarily used as a pawn? Black Cat wasn't the most creative villain in terms of schemes - seriously, what villain //hadn't// done the good old "sci-fi robot" thing - but everyday civilians weren't equipped to fight and what were the police force going to do? Shoot their tiny guns at a robot with enough metal armor to construct three duplicates of their city's tallest skyscraper?
Angela snorted so loud she was actually afraid she'd woken up her parents.
The reporter continued, noting the recent damage that the Zodiacs couldn't fix - all of Black Cat's little pawns loved to destroy things, and the only way to fix an office building sliced in half was by using the restoration spell. Unfortunately, the Zodiac charms all had limited power and a lot of things to maintain - suit durability, giving their holder the extra strength needed so they wouldn't just pass out after they de-transformed, weapon durability, all those things - and then the restoration spell had to account for civilian injuries, collateral damage, and Zodiac injuries. It wasn't her fault - or any of the superheroes' fault, for that matter - that the first instinct of the civilians in this stupid city when they saw a creature straight out of some comic book series was not to run, but to scream, whip out their smartphones, or point unhelpfully, like everybody else was incapable of seeing that building in the distance collapse.
Angela took a moment to grind her teeth angrily before continuing.
The reporter listed a couple more things - and, Angela had to admit, the reporter was true on the facts of all of them, but the civilians didn't know the superheroes' side of the story. Had they seen Aries spit up blood and struggle to walk while repeatedly rattling off "I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine //I'm fine//-" or felt their heart clench painfully as Leo lay, unmoving, under the bright lights of the hospital room for //the fifth time that week, Jesus Christ,// they might've had sympathy to spare.
The first thing that Angela told herself when she was adding the news feed feature to her browser was that she //didn't care.// All she needed was the basic scoop - where did the crime take place, who was the victim, whatever - so that if reporters shoved a microphone down her throat, she'd be ready to answer, or so that she could tell the other superheroes where they needed to patrol at night to avoid this happening again. The opinions of the writers' of the article or of the reporters themselves could do a backflip off a cliff straight into Hell, for all she cared, because they //didn't matter.// If they hadn't been up here, with Angela - or rather, Virgo - shouting at her to //move, hard left, hard left, the villain's aiming at you,// or darting towards her and rolling her away out of danger, or giving that classical motion of counting down on fingers before they all dived back into the chaos, ready to fight again, then they didn't have a say in whether or not they thought the superheroes were good or bad.
//Their words are lies. They don't matter.//
//Their words are lies. They don't matter.//
//Their words are lies. They don't matter.//
//Their words are lies. They don't matter.//
Instead of registering this helpful statement, her brain instead decided to register the last line in that dumb video, said by the reporter:
//This world would be far better off without any of the Zodiacs.//
Angela had lost sleep over those twelve words, forty-eight letters (yes, she counted). She momentarily stopped paying attention in class - which was, if you had ever met her, was the first thing in Angela's "Don't Ever Do This" list - because of those words. Her sanity was crumbling because of those words.
//This world would be far better off without any of the Zodiacs.//
//Their words are lies. They don't matter.//
It would be so easy. All she had to do convince was the other Zodiacs that these dumb civilians were ingrates and undeserving of their assistance, and then the twelve of them could take a nice break. Angela would recline luxuriously on her sofa, iced tea with a lemon wedge in hand, sipping from the straw while a petty smirk pulled at the corners of her lips as she watched both civilian and policeman scramble as Black Cat's newest pawn - or maybe rook this time - crush a building as easily as rowdy schoolboys crushed soda cans, all from the comfort of her living room TV.
In her hazy imagination, the twelve Zodiacs would appear again to save the day. Then the civilians would realize they were being braindead all along, and they'd apologize on bent knee to the Zodiacs.
Knowing how braindead these people were, though, the only thing they'd be on bent knee for would be to pick up another rock to throw at the Zodiacs while screaming about how their supposed superheroes ditched them in their worst times.
Angela took a moment to scream into her pillow (as quietly as she could, anyway; she couldn't afford to let her parents know she was still up).
Her fingers trembled as she returned to her paper for a reason entirely unrelated to the dull ache of pain in her wrist. Angela breathed in, breathed out, and picked up her pencil while simultaneously exercising a lot of self control so she wouldn't hurl her phone across the room and leave a crack in the wall.
When Angela looked down at her paper, it only added to her continuously growing headache.
What had started as a neat binder full of information she had learned about the Zodiacs had slowly evolved into what looked like a three year old's experimental sketchbook, while her neat handwriting slowly mutated into an undecipherable chicken scratch. Angela had developed the habit of grabbing the binder whenever it was needed, and scribbling down whatever new things she had found out on any random page, completely disregarding the transparent dividers she had put into the binder for better organization.
Angela snuck a glance at the clock on her dresser, completely aware she'd probably break down into tears once she saw the time and completely ready to accept her fate.
It was 2:37 am. On a school night.
(Getting run over by a car sounded pretty nice right now.)
The pencil eraser returned to being chewed on as Angela racked her brain. To be honest, Angela - Virgo - wasn't the bitter cynic in their superhero group - Scorpio (and sometimes Gemini) was. But now, at 2:38 am, with her growing headache, Angela could only think about how Black Cat would kill them all anyway. What was the point? She was fifteen years old, and if the media was actually correct for once, she should be out partying hard in a questionable part of the city at this time, and also drinking questionable substances, too.
She was fairly sure the rest of the Zodiac superheroes were about the same age as her, and so it could be concluded that the fate of the world rested on the shoulders of a band of twelve fifteen year old teenagers.
She was definitely going to die by Black Cat's doing.
//Either that, or I'll die from pencil eraser poisoning,// Angela thought miserably as she chewed off the last of the poor eraser.
eeeee,,,, critique?? feedback?? comments?? any response is appreciated, and please ask questions!! i don't bite and questions are really helpful, because they also force me to think a bit deeper too ;v;