Life imitating art.

Aftermath

As Peter and Rainbow made their way out of Sugar Cube Corner, a white van with Channel 4 news on the side with a logo of a big red 4 on the side and the transmission tower on the roof, the daily police and ambulance scanner chasers out for a quick story. The van pulled over right beside them both and the reporter jumped from the back with a mic in hand, and with the cameraman right behind her. "Hey kid, the local news wants a scoop on how you saved the baby that wandered onto the street." She said the while trying to shove the mic into Peter's face.

"Please no comment, I really don't want to make a big deal out of this." And it was true; Peter was all the more concerned with putting the whole thing behind him, rather then milk the situation the way many people who earn their 15 mins of fame, its better to not have any. He mounted the seat of the over-sized bike and gestured for Rainbow to do the same on the handle bars. she whispered into his ear.

"Just say a few things in the camera for them or it'll take all day to get them off our backs." Before taking her spot on the handlebars. Peter sighed softly and recollected the most of the story he could to the reporter; from diving off the seat of his bike to catch Pound Cake, to the arrest of the driver, claiming not to know him because while he didn't "like" Flash all that much, there wasn't any vying between them to have him shamed on the local news.

"And so I just got the kid out the way and the guy's spending the night in jail maybe longer, and I'm sure the Cakes appreciate the gesture. Can we please go now?" He said almost pleadingly to the reporter.

"Yeah sure kid I got everything I need now thanks." When they left Peter was glad to see their van pull away; He finally got the pedals going and sped off with Rainbow Dash in tow. The story would hit the news by Five o'clock and while these kinda stories don't last very long, unless they impact people in some major ways...even the word getting around that one small act of being valiant, leads to more.

Gilda's House

She took a deep breath and reached up wrapping her slender hands around the metal bar tight. Her finger's may have been slender and feminine but under the skin was an iron vice grip and pure muscle. Her parents had long abandoned any notion of using the basement she had moved into. Her walls where decorated with posters of the 2000 Olympics women's weightlifting gold medalists; as well as the Olympic track stars from over the years, there was also a poster of BO Jackson that mentioned how Nike would be ready if he took up more hobbies (this was before the game breaking injury 91) as well as the classic "Hang in there baby," and a life size poster of R Lee Ermey from Full Metal Jacket with a few choice quotes of "Who's the slimy comet of shit cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant!" and "You had best UN-fuck yourself or I will unscrew you're head!" Positioned just under the blue cot she preferred to sleep in.

Not all of Gilda's decor was this...brash; she did own a comfy couch to relax in, and there some very beautiful prints of traditional Japanese artwork on her walls, including a copy of a famous piece of the Shinto goddess Amaterasu. A sort of Ying to the Yang of the more hard-line decor she favored. Gilda took a deep breath and began her bench presses, each one coming to her faster and faster. Her arms pumped the iron bar with the two hundred pound (at least fifteen pounds over the recommend weight even for experts like her) weight to her chest again and again.

The sweat on her forehead dripping to the floor; the stains forming under the arms of her black zip up jacket and pants, a look for her exercises she directly modeled after Jennifer Garner playing Elektra in the Daredevil movie. Her chest felt like it was going to explode and her breath came in gasps but more desperate for a breather than weakness, finally she let out a loud cry of victory as she planted the barbell on the rack and got up. "OH YEAH! FUCKIN A!" She shouted as her white hair hung in bangs in front of her sweaty face. Gilda didn't to worry about the noise, her folks are rarely home before ten.

Her arms may have felt like they where on fire but she didn't care, She walked over to a brown copper kettle and the carved wooden cups on a low hanging table, a traditional Japanese tea set. Tonight's choice brew was Kohki tea, very antioxidant rich and just what her her body and mind needed. As she sipped the warm drink with a cup in one hand, her other picked up the remote to her TV. The story of the boy she sparred with just a few days ago playing on the channel four news.

Gilda sat on her couch sipping her tea as she watched; the story retold as best as they could having not been able to aquire footage of the actual act itself. despite how quick Peter had been to get the reporters to leave him alone, Gilda got the jist of what he did. "Guy risked his own neck to make sure the Cake's baby was safe, cool." She said taking another sip. She clicked the TV off and swapped it out for her CD player of Shamisen music. Gilda got into a meditation position and subconsciously found herself in front of her prized possession. A wooden Bokken made and tempered to fight with.

The wooden Sword sat in its scabbard on a traditional holder and a simple table covered in a plain white table cloth. Even though it was only wood, she treated it as if it was a real tempered steel blade. She gazed at it attentively while the strings and percussion sounds of the music from the land of the rising sun went through her ears. Ever since she first moved here; almost nothing had gone right. The way she was so mean and nasty to pretty much every one; the fact that she flat out stole from a food stand, and then there was that party. She sighed and said aloud, "If I could just show everyone that I'm not the bitch I was then anymore, I could live a much happier life and wouldn't feel like I still am the school bitch."

Gilda got up and walked over the sword; she picked it up only to quickly put it down, doing a heel turn to her wardrobe, she traded her Elektra jacket for her familiar brown leather one with a feathered collar, she then opened one of the wardrobe drawers for a black studded belt, which she looped through her jeans. Gilda added a matching ankle bracelet to her left boot; followed by her favorite headband of the flag of Hong Kong to her head. A few more items such as a spiked bracelet to her left wrist, and a leather one with the symbol for Ying and Yang on the strap to her right. She wasn't trying to imitate any super heroine in particular, she was being herself, Gilda Griffin. "Fucking A." She said smiling at her mirror.

Rise of Rarity

At the same time; a familiar fashionista sat at her work bench sewing her latest design for an outfit together. Rarity sat at her fashion design station with her glasses on her eyes and pins in her teeth as the machine laced and pieced the fabric together. "They said nobody can make yellow look good." She said with a laugh as she worked. She stopped the machine only once to consider doing something she had been debating for a while. Rarity set the half made outfit aside and stood up in her chair; she raised her hands pointing at the jacket and began to concentrate. Rarity; being a unicorn in her other form was by right a magic user. She unlike others such as Trixie Lulamoon, had know this for a while yes, but this was one of the first times it felt like magic was coming to her with out the need to use the other girls and the odd one out the pony world Twilight .

As she focused a purple pink aura of energy formed from her hands and the place on her head where a "horn" would be. Rarity didn't gain her ears or said horn when she had called on the equestrian magic, but it worked for what she needed. A memory of the Green Lantern comics Peter had let her read and had given her came back to her as well as the Power Pony comics that directly spoofed them. The blue outfit with gems and the green one of the oddball out Lantern Kyle Rayner, as her aura took on the shape of a pair of scissors. She focused as hard as she could to have her construct hold but it faded and she felt drained.

"Oh my, I'd make a terrible lantern!" She said burying her face in her hands. "This magic I have found and I can't even hold a simple pair of scissors together." She said sounding glum, almost defeated. She went over to the hand made French Boudoir and opened it up. Inside; was a hand made costume she had been working so hard on, one she based on the uniform of the Star Sapphires themselves. Rarity reached out to the mask on the hook and she put it on smiling into the little mirror on the back wall.

"Come now Rarity girl, you cant keep doubting yourself like that, but why can't my magic be as strong as I've heard that other Twilight tell me so much about?" She slipped off her skirt and top and slipped the Star Sapphire costume on and stuck a heroic pose as best as she could with a manga girl wink in the mirror. It was then she realized just what she was missing. Rarity flipped a Green Lantern comic open to a page and took in the detail of the ring on the finger; she memorized every detail as much as she could in the ring before taking her jewelry box from her desk. She sorted through various rings of styles and sizes until she found one she liked. It didn't directly echo and hearken to the Star Sapphire ring, it was an ordinary gold band ring with a tri-cut purple Amethyst gem in the center, but it suited her.

"For Hearts Long Lost And Full of Fright, For Those Alone In Blackest Night, Accept Our Ring and Join Our Fight -- Love Conquers All -- With Violet Light!" She recited from the comic she had opened; she felt silly doing so, like a kid with a toy ring actually believing saying the oath works, but it did! The gem of Rarity's ring glowed bright purple as an aura shot out in a beam and stuck the jacket she was working on and wrapped it up. Rarity focused all her thoughts into what she really wanted from the outfit, focusing all the energy and channeling it into the ring on her hand. The energy sending a warm glow through the costume on her body, as the images of scissors and trim, cutting and stitching in place on the jacket flew by her eyes.

She opened her eyes and smiled, she had the cut on the trim the jet black she wanted with the rhinestones spelling out "Rough Rider" on the back of the yellow motorcycle jumper just as she wanted. "Gilda's jacket is ready; and," she said looking at the gem on her ring finger, "So am I." She said feeling the energy coursing through her body.

Teenage Witches

Trixie opened the door to her house and stepped past the threshold letting her schoolbag hit the floor as she often did, not bothering to carry the damn thing to her room just to mess with her guardian aunts. "Aunt Zatanna? Aunt Xanadu?" The budding witch said aloud not surprised that neither where home yet. Uh what a day this has been. She said kicking her boots off on the stairs as she made way up to her bedroom. She opened the creaky old door and collapsed onto her bed with an exhausted sigh. Trixie's magic was very well developed when it came to healing but she only wished some of that magic could be used to give her energy when a long day had taken its toll on the girl.

"Guess I should just get some sleep to feel refreshed the old fashioned way." She said as she opened the drawer of her night table and taking a payday bar from a stash. She unwrapped it with a blue aura of magic, chuckling at her almost mundane use of the power she possessed. She looked into the drawer again and was a bit surprised to see an old Archie comic in the drawer, but not just any Archie comic. It was an issue of the aptly fitting to the girl looking at it, Sabrina The Teenage Witch. It was an old issue from back in the day, but it was as timeless to the other girl as anything else.

"You and I seem to be direct mirrors of each other, sister." Trixie said as she flipped the comic open; levitated in her magic no less, as Trixie read contently she didn't notice the stray black and white cat the watched her outside her window. The cat sat on a branch outside Trixie's window and seemed to be watching her read, as if it knew just what she was thinking as she flipped through the pages of Spellmen's story. Trixie finally closed the book when she finished it, before using her magic to cuddle up for a nap in her blankets. She sighed happily and turned her head to the cat outside her window, she chuckled softly getting up and opening the window. The cat didn't run from her but it didn't jump into her room either.

"Okay this is getting way to weird to be just coincidence." She said to the cat before getting back into her bed for a quick nap, still the cat didn't enter her room, but she had a feeling it would when it was ready.