***I got bored and started uandishi this.... Its just a short little story on Mercy and Heathers friendship... I have no idea where its headed though... Please leave your ideas for titles in the comments!***
“You have got to be kidding me. Sportsmaster? What have wewe gotten yourself into, Heather?” Mercy fell back on her kitanda with the phone pressed to her ear. “I can’t help what I am, Merce. Besides, he seems like a nice guy! Well, maybe not to you… but… wewe know what I mean!” A southern voice replied. Mercy opened the small freezer box inayofuata to her kitanda and pulled out a popsicle, “I know he seems nice to you. That’s only because wewe rob places and threaten lives! The people here on this team just really hate him! If they found out that I actually hang out with people like you, then I’m screwed.” A small laugh came from the other side. “That’s ‘cause they don’t think like wewe and I. We don’t judge! That’s one of the reasons we’ve been Marafiki all these years!” Heather reassured her. “I hope you’re right.” There was a pause, “Hey, when can I see wewe again? Are wewe in town?”
“Yeah.” Heather replied.
“Well, where are you?”
“I ain’t allowed to tell…”
“Why?”
“Cause what if someone was listenin’? They’d find out where this whole operation is!”
“Well, can I meet up with you?”
“The usual place?”
“See wewe there!”
The call quickly ended and Mercy slipped on her boots and a jacket.
“Hey, where are wewe going?” Megan asked, watching Mercy walk out of the cave. “Umm, out.” She quickly answered. “But it’s taco night!” Wally yelled after her.
Mercy stood under a dimly lit lamppost, when a voice crept up behind her. “Long time no see, Red!” Mercy spun around to see a girl about her age with blond hair and purple ends and a piercing on her right eyebrow leaning against the brick wall. “Heather!” Mercy squealed and ran over to greet her. Heather quickly brushed Mercy’s hand with hers. She lifted her hand as it lit on fire, “I see wewe still got your little tricks.” She said, staring at her hand in pleasure. “I see you’ve still got yours, too.” Mercy laughed. “So how’ve wewe been?” Mercy added. “Fine! Robbed a few banks, met up with a few people, the usual. How’s your new ‘hero life’?” Heather asked. “Oh, you’re missing out! I wish I could convince wewe to switch over!” Mercy laughed. “And you’re missing out too! wewe cannot believe the people I’ve met! Joker, Sportsmaster, Poison Ivy, Killer Frost; wewe name them, I’ve met them! Why don’t wewe switch over?” Heather replied. “Hey! I HAVE switched over! Remember that time where wewe convinced my to go rob a bank with you, and I did?” Heather stuck her tongue out at Mercy. “Whatever, wewe wanna go up?” Heather nodded up to the juu of a building. “You own an apartment here?” Mercy asked. “No, but I can make one!” Mercy rolled her eyes as both the girls ran inside the building.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this!” Mercy whispered as Heather struggled with picking the lock on a penthouse apartment. “Its fine! I checked the mainframe; this penthouse isn’t booked for another 2 nights! One night in here is fine!” She smiled triumphantly as the door clicked open and the 2 girls walked in. “I’m going to get in so much trouble for this!” Mercy whispered.
The room was brightly lit. Blue and green speckled the room. Two large couches were centered in the middle in front of a large flat screen TV. In the corner a small jikoni was set up with a table, counter, and minifridge. “Not to shabby!” Heather smiled, admiring the room. Mercy chewed on her lip, “Well, maybe just for one night…” She mumbled. “Lets get this party started!” Heather screamed and ran into the room. Mercy laughed and followed her in.
“You have got to be kidding me. Sportsmaster? What have wewe gotten yourself into, Heather?” Mercy fell back on her kitanda with the phone pressed to her ear. “I can’t help what I am, Merce. Besides, he seems like a nice guy! Well, maybe not to you… but… wewe know what I mean!” A southern voice replied. Mercy opened the small freezer box inayofuata to her kitanda and pulled out a popsicle, “I know he seems nice to you. That’s only because wewe rob places and threaten lives! The people here on this team just really hate him! If they found out that I actually hang out with people like you, then I’m screwed.” A small laugh came from the other side. “That’s ‘cause they don’t think like wewe and I. We don’t judge! That’s one of the reasons we’ve been Marafiki all these years!” Heather reassured her. “I hope you’re right.” There was a pause, “Hey, when can I see wewe again? Are wewe in town?”
“Yeah.” Heather replied.
“Well, where are you?”
“I ain’t allowed to tell…”
“Why?”
“Cause what if someone was listenin’? They’d find out where this whole operation is!”
“Well, can I meet up with you?”
“The usual place?”
“See wewe there!”
The call quickly ended and Mercy slipped on her boots and a jacket.
“Hey, where are wewe going?” Megan asked, watching Mercy walk out of the cave. “Umm, out.” She quickly answered. “But it’s taco night!” Wally yelled after her.
Mercy stood under a dimly lit lamppost, when a voice crept up behind her. “Long time no see, Red!” Mercy spun around to see a girl about her age with blond hair and purple ends and a piercing on her right eyebrow leaning against the brick wall. “Heather!” Mercy squealed and ran over to greet her. Heather quickly brushed Mercy’s hand with hers. She lifted her hand as it lit on fire, “I see wewe still got your little tricks.” She said, staring at her hand in pleasure. “I see you’ve still got yours, too.” Mercy laughed. “So how’ve wewe been?” Mercy added. “Fine! Robbed a few banks, met up with a few people, the usual. How’s your new ‘hero life’?” Heather asked. “Oh, you’re missing out! I wish I could convince wewe to switch over!” Mercy laughed. “And you’re missing out too! wewe cannot believe the people I’ve met! Joker, Sportsmaster, Poison Ivy, Killer Frost; wewe name them, I’ve met them! Why don’t wewe switch over?” Heather replied. “Hey! I HAVE switched over! Remember that time where wewe convinced my to go rob a bank with you, and I did?” Heather stuck her tongue out at Mercy. “Whatever, wewe wanna go up?” Heather nodded up to the juu of a building. “You own an apartment here?” Mercy asked. “No, but I can make one!” Mercy rolled her eyes as both the girls ran inside the building.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this!” Mercy whispered as Heather struggled with picking the lock on a penthouse apartment. “Its fine! I checked the mainframe; this penthouse isn’t booked for another 2 nights! One night in here is fine!” She smiled triumphantly as the door clicked open and the 2 girls walked in. “I’m going to get in so much trouble for this!” Mercy whispered.
The room was brightly lit. Blue and green speckled the room. Two large couches were centered in the middle in front of a large flat screen TV. In the corner a small jikoni was set up with a table, counter, and minifridge. “Not to shabby!” Heather smiled, admiring the room. Mercy chewed on her lip, “Well, maybe just for one night…” She mumbled. “Lets get this party started!” Heather screamed and ran into the room. Mercy laughed and followed her in.
