You discover your superpower as you 're being attacked . What happens next ? [ WP ]

She must have been around 8 years old. Just over 4 feet tall and 70 pounds of muscle and terror. She was clad in Dora the Explorer gear: a Dora print backpack and matching T-Shirt, a pleated skirt with a patch depicting Dora's face, and pink velcro shoes with a menacing glitter sheen. I cowered in the alley behind the dumpster, focused on my breathing and the act of staying perfectly still. If I do n't move, she will go away. It was meant to be a promise to myself, but I knew it was merely wishful thinking. 
 
 The sound came first. Thinking back, I would have expected something louder and more robust, like a sound effect from a movie, but it was just a pop. It reminded me of the first car accident I saw in person. A deep, staccato burst of collision and then underwhelming and lonely silence. My face was planted firmly against the brick wall behind the dumpster, and my eyes were closed, but as I began to feel the gentle gust pulling the tail of my shirt up, I knew that the dumpster was no longer there. I turned my head, the nanoseconds creeping forward with the speed of eons, and began to look up. The dumpster itself was elevating at a ridiculous speed, upward into the charcoal sky, and I watched, mouth agape, as it shrank to a pinpoint and disappeared into the atmosphere. As I shifted my gaze downward, I reminded myself to close my mouth, and felt the impact of enamel on enamel as I scanned down the brick and iron edifice of the building on the opposite side of the alley. A blur of mortar and rust and a feeling of near loss of consciousness preceded clarity, and I regained my sense of presence as my vision focused on her face. 
 
 Her eyes were locked with mine, and her face bore an innocent, playful grin. In her left hand she held a Dixon Ticonderoga, and in her right she bore a Dora Trapper Keeper. Time seemed to have returned to a normal speed at this point, and, frozen, I stared at her as the first droplets of rain began to fall around us, ushered by the tall buildings through a corridor of low rent housing onto the hot, grey asphalt. 
 
 She was on me in an instant. As the pencil punctured my shoulder I realized that I had not seen movement. In one instant she was standing before me, a sweet smile epitomizing the carefree innocence of youth plastered on her face, and in the next moment, she was inches away, her sharpened pencil buried to the green engraved letter'x' in my flesh. The smile remained unchanged. Seeing the pencil brought back memories of grade school: filling out the Scantron sheets of standardized tests, catching a frog in the courtyard, surreptitiously trading comic books with my friends between classes... but one memory emerged and obliterated the others. I closed my eyes and as time froze, I was transported to the yard in front of my middle school. The tranquil hour of dawn was upon all of us, and as the sun emerged in a purple-orange stripe of sky on the horizon, we stood in a cloud of exhaust, listening to the waning sounds of the buses leaving, a group of exiles stuck in the purgatory between the confinement of the buses and the mind-numbing monotony of the classrooms. My opponent walked up and we stood, eyes ablaze with the anticipation of battle, and both reached into our pockets... 
 
 At that moment, I knew what needed to be done. 
 
 The searing hot pain of the second stab brought me back from the memory, and as I opened my eyes her smile was still there, and the Ticonderoga was now buried in my abdomen. I reached into my pocket, knowing that it must be there, and hoped... and as blood trickled from my first wound and spurted from my second, my hand closed around it. Her eyes shifted downward as I drew it from my pocket, and she retreated, backing away slowly but with vigilance, attempting to assess my intentions through the story told by my eyes and the weapon I now held in my right hand. 
 
 At the same instant, we both glanced down to assess the make and model. Hers was a fine instrument, banana yellow with lime green lettering, hexagonal barrel designed for maximum aerodynamics, with a pinpoint sharpened carefully, the tip of which could not have been more than a few molecules wide. Mine, on the other hand, was a dull red behemoth of a writing instrument, thicker and a bit longer than hers, circular in shape. The barrel read `` 500 MUSGRAVE PENCIL CO TOT.'' I brought the eraser up to my mouth slowly, and the girl's smile began to vanish as I extracted it between my teeth, spitting it onto the pavement. The mass of rubber careened earthward with the droplets of rain, and then crashed to the ground, bouncing upward against their tide. It rolled off into a puddle as I began to shape my weapon, biting down now upon the empty metal eraser casing, sharpening it into an axe of sorts. For the first time I could see the fear in her eyes. 
 
 It was over in an instant. 
 
 The downpour came as I trudged down the alley towards home. I focused on the lamppost at the corner, a beacon of safety and freedom. As I reached the main road I looked back, and I saw the girl on the street laying in a puddle. Behind her the grey asphalt seemed to blend into the sky, only interrupted by the brick on either side. The girl lay, prone on the ground, the blood diluting in the rain around her as she stared with one lifeless eye at the sky. From the other eye jutted my weapon, pointing upward at the heavens and standing tall against the downpour. A blend of guilt and relief washed over me. I turned down the main road, losing myself in the foot traffic of the afternoon rush and allowed myself to be preoccupied by the mundane thoughts of my day to day responsibilities for the evening: cooking dinner, picking up the dry cleaning, completing my work for the next day. 
 
 As I arrived at my front door I reached into my pocket and pulled out my keys. I looked down to see that something else had come out of my pocket along with them. 
 
 It was a second, brand new Musgrave, complete with a fresh eraser. 
 
 
 
 tl; dr superhero can summon giant kids pencils for pencil fights. 
 
 sorry i dont have time to try to edit this right now, hope you guys like it.
