Snow Angel

 


US Angel spins her staff and poses over the downed villain... sneaking a wink at the stuntman in the costume... before saluting the camera... hair blowing in a powerful wind... a wind suddenly filled with blowing snow... the director yelling "Cut... where the hell did that come from... did I tell special effects I wanted snow?"

The special effects man refusing to take the blame... this is real snow... and falling so thickly that it's hard to see more than a few feet in any direction... not easing up until everything has been covered by a thick blanket of snow... the whole set covered from head to foot... many having retreated to their trailers... and the mystery blizzard raging as far as the eye can see...

US Angel checks the weather on her computer... as the set is shut down... reports of a the freak storm that has come out of nowhere... snow coming at a rate of ten inches an hour anywhere downwind from Lake Thumbnail... the whole of Empire City thrown into a deep freeze... traffic snarled... power out... US Angel determined to be of service...

The gaffers on set perfectly able to take care of things... filming finished for the day... leaving you free to find ways to help in the city itself... already a thick blanket of white covering all the cars parked on the street... a thumping sound coming from one as you pass by... and a muffled cry for help...

US Angel pole vaults over a five-foot high drift... landing next to the car... knee-deep in snow herself... feeling the cold through her sheer tights... as she brushes snow away from the window with a sweep of her staff... peering inside to see if someone's trapped there...

A mother and a little girl trapped in the car... banging on the window... the door jammed and all the electronics fizzled out... leaving the window stuck up... the car rapidly turning into an icebox...

US Angel turns on the torch function of her staff... heating up the frozen door handle... turning ice to steam... her gloved hand opening the door... the little girl exclaiming... "US Angel... wow!" Angel grinning... "Hey there... follow me..." spinning her staff before her like a snow blower... leading the pair to a church down the block which is providing shelter...

The church filled with various people left stranded by the snow... huddling in groups around makeshift heaters... even as your eyes spot a couple of toughs moving amongst the shivering crowd... dipping their hands into pockets... ne'er-do-wells preying on the innocent...

US Angel flips into the path of the two opportunistic miscreants... pointing her staff at them... "Hold it right there... return the items you've taken from these people... right this minute... I mean it!"

One thug raising his hands... and dropping a wallet... the other snarling... and charging... attempting to slam you into the stonewall with the force of his charge... even as the other parishioners gasp in shock...

US Angel pushes up from the floor with her staff... vaulting high over the charging man... kicking him in the back as he passes beneath her stout shimmering legs... attempting to drive him into the wall against which he meant to slam her... "I asked nicely!"

The man slamming into the wall... out for the count... as the angry mob grab hold of the two pickpockets and secure them for the police... as you hear a scream from outside... cut off by a crash of what sounds like some immense weight falling...

US Angel salutes the angry mob... "Remember who you are, fellow citizens..." smiling as their countenances soften... then racing outside to respond to the scream... the door blocked by snow... forced to exit through a window above...

The front of the church blocked off by snow... a huge pile of it having slid down from the sloped roof of the church... onto the reverend... one hand sticking out from underneath the crushing mound of snow... twitching...

US Angel gasps and rushes forward... only to herself sink waist-deep into the soft snow... flailing for an instant... trying not to let panic set in... pushing her staff down between her feet... pushing herself out of the snow and sliding forward on her tummy... extending the staff to the twitching hand... "Can you grab hold?"

The twitching hand gripping onto the staff... giving you enough leverage to haul the Reverend out of there... looking much the worse for wear... the weight of the snow having cracked several ribs... and the fall having broken a leg... the man needing to be taken to hospital quickly...

US Angel nods and uses a section of her three-part staff to splint the broken leg... lifting the man into her arms... the snow too deep for the short girl... huffing and puffing... soaked and tired... determined to make her way through the blizzard to the hospital... but losing the battle... the wind fierce... giving her a thought...

US Angel chains the two remaining sections of staff to her footies like blades on skates... spreading her arms and the wings of her costume like a sail... catching the wind and zipping away toward the hospital...

The journey still slightly perilous... but you manage to make it there in one piece... and the doctors gladly take the Reverend off your hands... though oddly the snow seems thickest of all around here... strange lights crackling from the hospital roof... unnoticed by the busy staff...

US Angel shields her eyes with a gloved hand and squints... trying to see through the waves of blowing snow... asking if anyone at the ER has heard any explanation as to what has caused the unexpected storm... but the staff too busy to even hear her... and so she reassembles her staff and begins to climb to the roof...

The stairs in the hospital leading up to the roof... as you burst out... eyes widening... seeing a man dressed in a janitor's outfit holding a staff of his own... covered with ancient runes... and glowing... seemingly controlling this massive snowstorm... the janitor looking drunk with power... or maybe with plain liquor...

US Angel blinks... not really sure what to think... or what to believe... the thought that this janitor could somehow be controlling the weather seeming ridiculous... and yet here he is... as she confronts him... pointing her staff... "Give me that staff... right now!"

The man spinning around... pointing the staff at you... a snowy wind springing up to blow right at you... "I'm not letting it go... I found this... and I learned how to use it... they said I'd never be a doctor, but I'm a doctor now... Dr Blizzard..." He cackles insanely... the staff having rotted his mind...

US Angel gapes at the villain... even as snow swirls about her as if she were trapped in one of the holiday snow globes... shivering as the flurry of snow begins to stick... and she begins to become frozen in place... realizing she desperately needs to get that staff away from him... but already unable to move her feet from the icy grip of the snow...

The ruined staff glowing in his hands... perhaps having originally belonged to some frost giant in the frozen north... and somehow having found its way to the modern world... whatever the origins, it's a deadly weapon... the mad self-styled Doctor using it to try and encase you in snow and ice... and make a living ice sculpture...

US Angel strains to move... but the ice thickens too quickly... leaving her frozen in an action pose... staff pointed at Dr. Blizzard... her face seemingly frozen in an expression of dismay... her heart thumping fast... fingers inside her glove flexing as they grip the staff... watching as the villain moves towards her immobilized form...

The villain grinning... reaching to run his fingers over an icy breast... enjoying the girl trapped within a clear coating of ice... even as you start to feel yourself running out of air... as well as going numb from the intense cold...

US Angel gulps... shaking as much as she can inside her icy prison... looking for all the world like a vacuum-packed heroine... numbness slowly making it hard to move... feel... or think... but still willing her fingers to switch on the taser function of her staff as the madman brushes against it...

The taser zapping into life... electricity crackling all through the ice... shattering it... and delivering a nasty shock to the villain... and to you... enough to make him drop his staff... the wind immediately ceasing...

US Angel panting for air... but bouncing forward to kick the evil staff away from the megalomaniacal janitor... even as she whacks him with her own staff... intending to drop him like bad habit...

The janitor scrabbling for the mystical staff... even as you kick it away... your staff slamming into his janitor's cap... dropping him into a pile of his own snow... as the sun creeps out... the blizzard ending...

US Angel calls Sara to send the airship to pick up the evil scepter... and secure it in the vault beneath the DDSTV Tower... grinning as she turns the janitor over to the cops... flopping in a snow bank to make a snow angel... feeling the holiday spirit as the news outlets proclaim her the city's savior...

(Dec 2009)