powerless.
“Give it up,” I said to Kiki.
“Oooo! If you ever have kids, I’m charging you double-time!” Kiki sneered.
She unleashed a shock blast from her hands, but I was too quick and zipped to the side.
“You move fast, kid. But let’s see how fast the old lady moves!”
“Who are you calling ‘old’?!” my mom snapped back.
Kiki aimed her hands at my mother. A wicked smile crossed Kiki’s face. There wasn’t a second to lose! I lunged at Kiki and grabbed her wrists. Both hands twisted upward and the blast shot harmlessly into the sky.
We struggled. Kiki twisted her wrist in my hand and let loose another blast. It barely missed my head. I used all my strength and tried to face her hands upward again.
That
was when she kicked my shin.
Kicking a shin isn’t much in a battle between the forces of good and evil with the fate of something important hanging in the balance, but, dang, it hurt! She used the opportunity to break one hand free from my grip. She quickly aimed it at me.
“Bye-bye!” she laughed, and prepared to blast me.
That
was when I pushed her off the platform.
Chapter Fifteen
Bananas Taste Good!
Kiki unleashed a series of quick blasts. I dove off the platform after her, and once I hit the ground I was able to use my super speed again. I zigged at 51 miles per hour and zagged at 36 miles per hour. Kiki yelled. Kiki shouted. Kiki had a tantrum.
But Kiki couldn’t hit me.
Too bad Kiki couldn’t say the same thing.
I raced directly at her, weaving through her power blasts, and delivered a roundhouse, knocking her to the ground.
“I can’t believe you hit girls!” Kiki gasped, down on all fours.
“You’re no girl. You’re a babysitter!” I snarled. I don’t know what that means, but it just sounded like the right thing to say.
Kiki let go another blast. It missed me, but then, she wasn’t aiming at me. It hit the trunk of the tree behind me. Kiki rolled to safety and I barely managed to avoid the collapsing branches.
Suddenly, dozens of quick blasts shot out from the jungle. I zigzagged as quickly as I could to avoid Kiki’s energy powers. As I sped closer, it became easier for her to hit me. I had to keep running. I had to keep moving. One false step and all would be lost.
Kiki let out a huge blast as I leaped at her. It skimmed my shoulder. The pain felt like dislocation, but I couldn’t be stopped. I tackled Kiki and pulled her to the ground. She raised both her hands and prepared to hit me point-blank.
This
was gonna hurt. A lot.
Spelling Beatrice jumped out from the jungle, more Scrabble tiles at the ready. She hurled two
S
tiles. “Onomatopoeia!” she shouted as the tiles did their work and encased Kiki in a binding net.
“Come on! We have to help Spice Girl with Bunni!”
I grabbed my aching shoulder as the two of us raced in the direction where Bunni had fallen. Soon we smelled chamomile and cinnamon.
“Uh-oh,” I said, “that doesn’t smell like a battle.”
Spelling Beatrice and I quickened our pace. We raced into a clearing and found... well, I’m not exactly sure
what
we found.
“And then... and then, after my parents got a divorce, my mom had to work two jobs and I never got to see her.” Bunni sniffed. “I didn’t really
want
to steal those things from the store...I just wanted her attention...”
Spice Girl embraced Bunni and patted her on the back. “There, there. It’s okay,” she assured Bunni. “It’s not your fault.”
As Bunni cried, Spice Girl looked up and noticed our arrival. “See,” Spice Girl said with a warm smile on her face. “Sometimes evil just needs a hug.”
I raced back to where we left Kiki. Even though the battle was done, there were still too many questions to be answered. Kiki had mentioned that they were “hired” to destroy the League of Big Justice. I intended to learn who was signing their paychecks.
Or maybe
what
was signing their paychecks. You can never be too sure with
“Give it up,” I said to Kiki.
“Oooo! If you ever have kids, I’m charging you double-time!” Kiki sneered.
She unleashed a shock blast from her hands, but I was too quick and zipped to the side.
“You move fast, kid. But let’s see how fast the old lady moves!”
“Who are you calling ‘old’?!” my mom snapped back.
Kiki aimed her hands at my mother. A wicked smile crossed Kiki’s face. There wasn’t a second to lose! I lunged at Kiki and grabbed her wrists. Both hands twisted upward and the blast shot harmlessly into the sky.
We struggled. Kiki twisted her wrist in my hand and let loose another blast. It barely missed my head. I used all my strength and tried to face her hands upward again.
That
was when she kicked my shin.
Kicking a shin isn’t much in a battle between the forces of good and evil with the fate of something important hanging in the balance, but, dang, it hurt! She used the opportunity to break one hand free from my grip. She quickly aimed it at me.
“Bye-bye!” she laughed, and prepared to blast me.
That
was when I pushed her off the platform.
Chapter Fifteen
Bananas Taste Good!
Kiki unleashed a series of quick blasts. I dove off the platform after her, and once I hit the ground I was able to use my super speed again. I zigged at 51 miles per hour and zagged at 36 miles per hour. Kiki yelled. Kiki shouted. Kiki had a tantrum.
But Kiki couldn’t hit me.
Too bad Kiki couldn’t say the same thing.
I raced directly at her, weaving through her power blasts, and delivered a roundhouse, knocking her to the ground.
“I can’t believe you hit girls!” Kiki gasped, down on all fours.
“You’re no girl. You’re a babysitter!” I snarled. I don’t know what that means, but it just sounded like the right thing to say.
Kiki let go another blast. It missed me, but then, she wasn’t aiming at me. It hit the trunk of the tree behind me. Kiki rolled to safety and I barely managed to avoid the collapsing branches.
Suddenly, dozens of quick blasts shot out from the jungle. I zigzagged as quickly as I could to avoid Kiki’s energy powers. As I sped closer, it became easier for her to hit me. I had to keep running. I had to keep moving. One false step and all would be lost.
Kiki let out a huge blast as I leaped at her. It skimmed my shoulder. The pain felt like dislocation, but I couldn’t be stopped. I tackled Kiki and pulled her to the ground. She raised both her hands and prepared to hit me point-blank.
This
was gonna hurt. A lot.
Spelling Beatrice jumped out from the jungle, more Scrabble tiles at the ready. She hurled two
S
tiles. “Onomatopoeia!” she shouted as the tiles did their work and encased Kiki in a binding net.
“Come on! We have to help Spice Girl with Bunni!”
I grabbed my aching shoulder as the two of us raced in the direction where Bunni had fallen. Soon we smelled chamomile and cinnamon.
“Uh-oh,” I said, “that doesn’t smell like a battle.”
Spelling Beatrice and I quickened our pace. We raced into a clearing and found... well, I’m not exactly sure
what
we found.
“And then... and then, after my parents got a divorce, my mom had to work two jobs and I never got to see her.” Bunni sniffed. “I didn’t really
want
to steal those things from the store...I just wanted her attention...”
Spice Girl embraced Bunni and patted her on the back. “There, there. It’s okay,” she assured Bunni. “It’s not your fault.”
As Bunni cried, Spice Girl looked up and noticed our arrival. “See,” Spice Girl said with a warm smile on her face. “Sometimes evil just needs a hug.”
I raced back to where we left Kiki. Even though the battle was done, there were still too many questions to be answered. Kiki had mentioned that they were “hired” to destroy the League of Big Justice. I intended to learn who was signing their paychecks.
Or maybe
what
was signing their paychecks. You can never be too sure with
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