She flew through the air with her fists clenched, scanning the area for the villain she was hunting. She saw a dark figure in an alleyway and hurled herself downwards, ready to attack. As the figure looked up she realised her mistake, halting just in time.
“Mister Extraordinary,” she gasped, unclenching her fists and holding her hands up in a conciliatory gesture as he turned and raised his hands to defend himself. “What are you doing here?”
He frowned behind his mask. “Silver Belle? This isn’t your usual neighbourhood. I could ask you the same thing.”
She folded her arms and floated sedately in front of him. “I asked you first,” she said.
He sighed. “I’ve been tracking the Red Ranger. My sources say he’s been here.”
She laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. The Red Ranger’s still in the penitentiary.”
He nodded. “Yes, he is. I checked that. But he’s also out here in the city. A younger version than the one I put away.”
Silver Belle’s eyes widened. “A younger- why, it all makes sense now!”
She landed and paced the alleyway as he regarded her coolly from behind his mask. “I thought it was a copycat I was chasing. All the signs pointed at Master Malevico but I saw him die in a volcano three years ago. If there’s a time anomaly of some kind, though…”
Mister Extraordinary nodded. “Then we could in fact both be chasing villains from the past. What could cause such a thing?”
A mist billowed out from a grate nearby, forming itself quickly into a pale, wraithlike figure.
“I think I can help you with that,” an unearthly voice from the mist said.
Mister Extraordinary swore. “How long have you been here, Haize?”
The figure seemed to smile. “Long enough. We have work to do, and it is a task beyond any single one of us. We must work together, and call in some more assistance to boot.”
Silver Belle nodded, tapping her communication bracelet quickly. “I’ve been working with the Spear Maiden and the Bear. They can be here in moments.”
“The rest of the AWE team are already on their way,” Mister Extraordinary said. “But enough beating around the bush. What’s going on?”
Haize seemed to ripple and shift shape slightly. “The Tapestry of Time is torn,” she said. “I cannot see clearly who has it, but I can follow its threads. We need to get it back and repair it quickly.”
She held her hand out. Several sharp silver needles floated there, as if lying on a cloud.
“Unconventional weapons,” she said. “But in this case, a stitch in time will save far more than nine.”
© Kari Fay