Copyright © 2011 Jose Limon
I’m walking as the sky beacon spotting down upon me and
lighting up this intoxicating city that I must protect. The civilians will
never know of my photosynthetic vigilance. They’re convincing that the world
doesn’t need vegetation. Green is just meaningless innocence here in Tundra,
and I’m not afraid of showing off my girlish charm.
Yes, I wear green spandex but only when the beacon sky said
goodbye. Right now I’m wearing a green flower dress. My veins sending out a
long rhizome existing from my wrist and spiraling around all over my left arm, disguising
as a treasure-less armband. My last trademark is a purple flower growing on the
top of my head, disguising as a controversial headband. My name is Peppermint,
and I’m a superhero.
I have minty gifts.
First ability is call aromatherapy; I can enhance someone’s
memory if I want them to. That is why my obviousness never had spectators to speculate
because they became overwhelmed with their forgettable memories coming back
when they’re inside my aroma range. I can release my aroma on one person at a
time during the vigilante night.
Second ability is antipruritic, when someone feels an itch,
metaphorically, I give them a kiss.
Last ability is which you know already. I’m the only living
thing in Tundra that uses photosynthesis, giving them false hope of breathing oxygen
substitute from a corrupt power plant, preparing for a fight
during the vigilante night. As an added bonus, I get a satisfaction of licking
my sugary sweat.
I have found our guy. When you come over, please don’t
forget your spadix.
From your trusty sidekick, Titan
Poor Titan, that’s not how you spell spandex. That doesn’t
really matter because he’s 10 feet tall and he’s a grave robber. It is now night, I approach the barn where me and Titan
secretly meet. “You smell like courses.” I went to ask the obvious to the enthusiastic
giant. “Three days of digging and I finally found him.”
I guess I should explain. This city doesn’t bother creating
tombstones for their pass love ones because they can easily remember of where
they were buried. Thanks to me that is. The corpse that I need right now, once work
for the corrupt power plant and I need his eye so I can manipulate the retinal
scan to let me in. The crew members don’t even bother removing the corpse’s
identification because they’re at the early stage of zombification and have confidence
to succeed. And I can’t let that happen.
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