I am, in a word, awesome. I can’t help it. You see my mother, when she was quite pregnant, was chosen to try out a prenatal drug along with two other women, and now I’m awesome. Those other mothers didn’t pop out an amazing child like mine did, or at least nobody has heard of them. Now you are thinking: “Beatrice you are telling me you are awesome but are giving me no evidence proving so.” Let me tell you this, did you win the 2015 Nobel Peace Prize at the age of 12? Oh you didn’t? Oh that’s because I did by preventing, at least on sixty different occasions, terrible things from happening to the people of world. Yes, the WORLD!
I was born unusual. By unusual I mean I was born with a genius brain and some other physical attributes that make it possible for me to be considered a “super hero”. I graduated the valedictorian of my high school when I was ten years old. Pretty smart eh? Well I am to Harvard Medical FOR FUN, you know, to stimulate the brain and such. I may look like a normal 20 year old girl, but I am not. To make clear what I mean by this I have an example for you. I can pretty much save children from rubble that would take a normal human days to clear in probably ninety seconds…at the most. If you are still not understanding well just think of Superman but girl version and I’m not an alien and I will die if I get shot in various important parts of my body. Oh yes, and I can’t fly. Anyways, this is me and my name is Beatrice, I go by none other.
So now you can understand what I mean when I say I am awesome.
But anyways, remember how I said those other mothers didn’t pop out anything special? Well I might’ve been wrong about that. You see there is this annoyance I have, he calls himself The Watcher. Of course he thinks he’s so much better than me because he has a stupid nickname. Beatrice is a cool enough name that I don’t need a nickname. He probably has a lame name like Eugene. This guy thinks he can come into my turf and take over? Not if I have anything to say about it.
How did I find out about “The Watcher”? So this one night I get this call from the police, it’s a huge break in at none other than the largest diamond store in New York (I don’t know why these people try this anymore, they must be out of their minds), but I arrive a few minutes after the call but it seems that someone has already taken care of everything. I realized then it may be a trap. I glanced around to find the man who was going to most likely jump me within seconds and I see this dark figure up on the register countertop. He just stood there, not trying to defend himself or attack me.
Confused I utter the word, “Hello?”
“Hello Beatrice,” he said this like it was remarkable that he knew my name, but everyone knows my name, so I was not impressed.
“Who are you and what are you doing here? Did you do this?” I point to the unconscious men on the floor.
“You aren’t the only person that exists in this city,” he jumped down from the counter wearing a ridiculous red and purple ensemble that had a W on the chest. I couldn’t see his face because it was covered by a full mask that covered everything but his eyes and mouth. I never chose to dress up. It was the police force that came up with my suit idea, but it was nothing like The Watchers. It was functional, plain, and black.
“Well yeah, I am not the only person that exists in this city, great observation W (pronounced more like dubble-ya). That didn’t answer either of my questions.”
“I just wanted to let you know that there’s a new kid in town and his name is The Watcher, you think you’re so big and tough, but you are the only one that can do what you do,” the police lights flashed around and The Watcher walked towards the exit grabbing the two guys who were unconscious and before leaving he looked back at me as if there was a camera catching the moment, “See you around Beatrice.”
Yes, that actually happened, and he has seen me around. We play this catch up game where we are pretty much chasing each other down to try to get to places in trouble first. For me it’s not about the glory or anything, but I can’t say that for him, I do it because I know I do a better job than him. He’s terrible, this Watcher guy. That’s what I tell myself anyways.
The night is like any other. I was at my station which is an abandoned warehouse where nobody ever would think I would hide out, just waiting for something interesting to happen. I popped my buds in my ears for a quick pump up to the tune “Get Me Out of Here” by the band Jet, a song that I simply can’t help but to shout the words out loud to.
I never in my life have had the pleasure of having a giant utensil bashed into my head to provoke unconsciousness, but there’s a first for everything. And that’s what happened.
I woke up tied to a chair. I could feel the stickiness from drying blood that dripped down from the wound on top of my head.
“Are you kidding?!” I shouted assuming that it’s The Watcher going a bit too far, which is not a farfetched idea, “Watcher, if this is you I will seriously to massacre you. I have never touched an innocent person before, but I will bend my rules! I honestly will break your legs if you don’t let me go!”
I hear a nasally half laugh behind me. I cannot move. Whoever had chained me to the chair really wanted me to stay there, “Wow, I wouldn’t expect that from you! You know the kid practically praises you.”
A man about my own age walked in front of me. He looked familiar but I couldn’t place his face. Although I had an idea he was about to cause me a great deal of intense pain he had a weird charm around him.
“Beatrice, you practically own this town. All we want is some recognition, that’s all?”
I was waiting for The Watcher to enter the scene but he didn’t appear. I would’ve thought he’d want in with this beat up Beatrice fest.
“Wally isn’t coming. It’s just me. And now you are wondering who me is? Well I know you don’t recall this but you aren’t the only one like you, obvious with Wally aka “The Watcher” but there is another missing link, and that is me. I am the third kid. And guess what Bea, the bad side pays a lot more. So now, what is going to happen is I am going to take you both out. Because again, the money thing. You know what’s weird though? I would think you’d be in my position, you being so cynical and everything,” he shrugged and cocked his gun and raised it between my eyes.
Too be honest I wasn’t that afraid. I was actually thinking about how I was dying to the song “Look What You’ve Done” and I found it sort of ironic.
But then it never happened. I was waiting for this cool bright light and how I hoped Elvis would great me at the pearly gates, but instead I heard a really loud grunt from someone who was punched in the liver.
I opened my eyes and a kid stood in a purple and red costume with his mask off in front of me. I never imagined The Watcher aka Wally to be so nice looking with his curly blond hair and it was weird but even though I could see his eyes through his mask I never took the time to realize they were blue. He ran to me and unchained me. I was a bit embarrassed that I got myself in the situation I was in.
“Hey Wally,” I said with relief realizing then that I really didn’t want to meet Elvis just yet. I stood from the chair and leaned against the nearest wall because I was shaking severely.
He gave me a weird look and nodded, “You found out.”
“Correct.”
“You okay?”
I stood for a moment and then slid my back down the wall until I was sitting, “I’m a little bit embarrassed.”
He smiled and took a seat next to me. I couldn’t help but to be grateful for him. I even considered taking back my intense dislike for him. We spent all this time trying to get away from each other when we really would be a great team.
“Hey,” he said putting his hand on my shoulder, “We’re only human.”
“As far as we know.”
There’s this weird thing that goes a long with being young and also strangely powerful and it is this notion that I am invincible. The truth is that I am not Superman. I can die from things that are not kryptonite. If I am shot, I’m dead. So The Watchman, he’s going to be my friend, even if he wears a purple and red suit.
