Here’s a funny story

Here's a funny story


Diary of a Civilian #3


Dear Diary,

I had a visitor today, well only one that mattered. Yes a few reporters came by with stupid questions like: “What was it like to bask in the glory of Power House?”

Well that wasn’t the exact question, but it was pretty close. My mother came by to see how I was doing. I would’ve thought the chair should’ve said enough. The doctors said there was a… well I can’t really say what the doctors said. All I know is I’m in this chair for who knows how long.

Enough of my sob story, back to the visitor. As much as I love my mother she wasn’t the most important visitor I had today. Around ten o’ clock in the evening, I come into my living room/kitchen to find Doctor D sitting on my couch. He had brewed himself a cup of my chamomile tea in MY Winnie the pooh mug. Needless to say I was quite miffed.

But he offered me a deal, one that does intrigue me I admit. He told me he would enable me to walk again, if I helped him take down Power House.

Do you know what I should do? I don’t.

Jacklyn Reese

Diary of a Civilian #2


Dear Diary,

Sorry I haven’t written in you in a while. But I do have a legitimate excuse. I’ve been in the hospital.

As you recall, the last time I wrote in you I was about to go work a catering job. This involved giving yet another key to the city to Powerhouse, our resident “superhero”. Now you remember that I was hoping that a villian would show up and destroy the dishes. Well that happened. But not entirely as I excepted.

Dr. Despicable showed up at the ceremony. (Yeah I know “Dr. Despicable”? Seriously? Couldn’t the guy think of a better name?) Anyways, as you probably guessed, the building was destroyed. Yet again. The constant destruction of public property is the reason insurance payments have gotten more expensive.

So the Doc shows up, and of course, they have a conversation something like this:

DD(Doctor Despicable): (Crashes through roof ruining perfectly good rug with burn marks) Ha Ha Ha We meet yet again “Hero.”

PH(Power House):(stands on table, ruining perfectly good table cloth) I don’t know how you managed to escape from prison, but this is only a short leave of absence for you.

(They clash into wall, destroying all the dirty china)

Me: 😀

(They clash again, and PH uses lightning, destroying the NEW table cloths)

Me: 😦 Those are expensive!

(They both ignore random citizen aka me)

Crowd: AHHHH!!! (Running for exits)

Me: (Shrugs) (Walks to pick up NEW tray and purse)

(DD uses power armor and blasts PH into GOOD floor)

Now at this point of the fight, I could’ve just left. But being a decent human being (Who doesn’t destroy public property on a regular basis) I decided to help with the only way I knew how.

Me:(Standing behind DD with heavy metal NEW tray)

DD: MWAH HA HA! (Gets ready to destroy stunned hero)

Me: (shrugs and hits DD over head Anne of Green Gables style w/ tray)

DD: (Freezes and stumbles around. Then turns around) You DARE strike ME! (Blasts ME into wall)

Me: (Half way in wall) ow.

(At this point I was unconcious and didn’t get the other details)

So I suspect that Powerhouse won, because if he didn’t, Dr. Descpicable wouldn’t be in jail.

I am now thankful for three things. One, my landlady heard I was in the hospital, so she fed spock.
Two, since most people were out of the building when I took the tray to his head, I have been spared that side of publicity. However, I was known as one of the three people in “critical condition” so I did have a few reporters at my door. But since one of the others was a cheerleader for some team out of state, she was focused on. which I am completely fine with.
Three, my boss gave me a few weeks to recover at home, so I’m able to sleep in a little.

Powerhouse said in an interview he was helped by “a grateful random citizen”. I’m glad he doesn’t know who I am, because that means that the villain probably doesn’t know who I am. I hope nothing like this happens again. I’m not a person meant to be in the spotlight.

I have to get to sleep, doctor’s orders, and I have to feed the cat, Spock’s orders.

Write again soon,

Jacklyn Reese