Day 15: Challenge

Challenge #7

Write a story that includes a magical girl* and a magnificent bastard**. One is to be inverted and one is to be played straight. 

*gifted with magical powers that both assist and complicate her life but she manages to persevere. 

**charismatic, incredibly intelligent master of manipulation, usually the villain who tries to take over the world with overly complex plans

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A burst of rainbows and unicorns shot at the spot where Lorenzo stood – or it would have if the impact of his laser hadn’t ruined her aim. As she fell to the ground, she watched the rainbows and unicorns dissolve into a useless mess against the far wall.

          ‘Celestina! Hurry! Please!’

          Pain ripped through her body. This was the 283^rd time Layla had been kidnapped by Lorenzo in the last year. The 283^rd time Celestina had been beaten, shot at, incinerated, nearly sliced in half and blown up.

          ‘You can do it, Celestina! I believe in you!’

          All in all, it was starting to get to be a bit much.

          Lorenzo cackled. ‘You’re too late, Celestina! You’ll never stop me now!’

          Celestina rolled onto her back and felt her shoulder where the laser had hit. The skin would heal quickly enough, but it still hurt like a motherfucker. From this position, she could see Layla standing on the scaffolding, hands clutched to her chest as she hopped from foot to foot. Standing. Not bound. Not guarded. Just wandering around free as you please waiting for Celestina to do all the heavy lifting.

          283 times.

          ‘Oh, oh, it looks like you’re champion has had enough, little girl!’ Lorenzo cackled again.

          ‘No, Celestina! Don’t give up! I’m here for you!’

          Celestina pushed herself up and looked around the warehouse. Aside from the three of them, some rusty, forgotten equipment and maybe a few rats, it was empty. ‘Fuck this,’ she said. ‘I quit.’

          ‘What?!’ Lorenzo and Layla exclaimed in unison.

          ‘I quit,’ she repeated. ‘You want to take over the world or repopulate with hybrid penguins or whatever lunatic idea’s popped into your head this week, be my guest. I’m out. Don’t forget to feed the unicorns.’