SkullFire: A Short Story

I was standing in the middle of the concert attending crowd, enjoying the beautiful music emanating from the stage when a girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She tried to walk through me.

"You can't walk here," I said as I shifted slightly to show her all the bags lining the path where she mistakenly thought she could go.

"Well how should I go?" she asked without a hint of sarcasm.

"Well you can start by not touching me," I said snottily as she proceeded to try to walk through me again. Or so I thought. She was actually passing out in an amazingly powerful druken stupor. She landed extremely awkwardly at our feet, eyes open complete with her head turned to the side so she looked dead. Dead.

Shouts for help could be heard, only softly under the music but there nevertheless, and it took a moment for security to show. By then someone had helped her up. She looked at us as if to say, why are you looking at me? I'm just trying to get through, but only for a moment. It may have been more of a Am I standing right now, the ground is awfully far from my face? because down she went again, landing like a dropped doll.

Just as quickly she was up again, purse still on her shoulder, dazed look still in her eyes. My one and constant thought through all this was, ogod she's going to vomit on my shoes. ogod she's going to vomit on my shoes.

Help finally arrived to escort her out of the crowd, but he couldn't lift apart the metal police fence containing us. Then it hit me. The SkullFire of course! Use your powers for good hapabukbuk! For good! I aimed it at her and was able to lift her over the fence unharmed.* Until she passed out again. I'm a humanitarian, what can I say?
I resumed enjoying the beautiful music emanating from the stage.

On the bus home I poked myself in the eye. Apparently SkullFire can't protect me from myself.

*Other friends and neighbors may or may not have been involved in this process. A superhero's gotta have her secrets.