Sideswiped

For the events that lead up to this point, all previous parts can be found here. This is a Six Sentence collaboration between Clark (from The Wakefield Doctrine) and myself.

And now… the story ( … of Heroes and the Misunderstood ) continues…

‘Moonbeam,’ the remote metallic sounding voice grew stronger through the piercing ringing in his ears, ‘Moonbeam, what’s happened… your bodyread stats are going through the roof… Moonbeam, ANSWER!’

‘Body…’ Moonbeam opened his eyes to find himself still sitting in the seat of the van he’d just climbed into, although at an odd angle, with Rue DeNite on top of him, the van on its side, and a female groaning coming from somewhere behind him.

He shook an equally stunned Rue to bring her back to her senses and began to draw down his dark energies, firing a powerful blast off from his free right hand up to the driver’s door above them, forcing it up into the air and away from them, and bringing in cool, heavy and rejuvenating raindrops.

Rue, without need for any further prompting, grabbed her bag and the folder from the window beside Moonbeam’s head, and elegantly reached up to the open space with her free hand, pulled herself up, and in the confined space folded her legs around and through the newly created hole, hanging into the vehicle by her knees. She then folded herself at the waist, bent upward and climbed out onto the side of the van.

Moonbeam then, less elegantly, clambered out to join Rue, and looked back up the road in the same direction the exotic dancer was looking, to see a military-grade missile launcher slowly moving toward them; a strong wind, a loud thumping noise and bright spotlight revealed the presence of a helicopter overhead; Moonbeam looked at Rue and asked ‘what have you gotten yourself involved in…?’

Written for Six Sentence Stories. This week, Denise has selected ‘Remote’ as the prompt word.