Yellow streetlamps illuminated the sidewalk, beacons for Lucia as she walked along the street at night. This way was supposed to be a shortcut, but she was beginning to wonder if it would be better to turn back while she still had a chance. Graffiti-lined buildings loomed high above to wall in the claustrophobic stretch of road. The wind howled, bringing forth images of monsters and hungry wolves. Tree limbs reached out like skeletal hands and pierced the horizon, their swinging in the air the only movement on the empty street. Lucia wasn’t naive; she knew what could happen to young girls in places like this. Shadows danced in corners and alleyways, hiding who knew what. She quickened her pace, more than a little spooked by this part of town.
A figure appeared. Lucia yelped. Poised on the roof, staring back at her, dressed in...was that a ninja suit? The sight of it triggered something in her brain, rumors that had been going around about a mysterious vigilante who lurked in the shadows, watching over the streets. This “ninja hero” was supposed to patrol the quiet areas of town at night and wear a green and gold ninja suit in order to conceal their identity. This part of town was quiet. It was nighttime. Lucia focused on the figure on the roof. Her eyes rolled down his outfit.
Green and gold.
Her eyes widened.
It’s the ninja!, she thought. Fear melted away and gave forth to excitement. This was a real ninja, the hero that people were talking about. He was the one who swooped in to save others from danger.
And he was standing right there! She took a quick look around, making sure that their location hadn’t been compromised. The coast was clear. Turning back and waving her arms wildly above her head, she whisper-shouted,
“Psst! Hey! You’re the ninja!”
She pointed to herself,
“I’m Lucia! Thank you for doing the...the ninja stuff! Fighting the bad guys! You're great!”
@Saberteck