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It was a big day today, the biggest day ever. Today was the day that I was going to be presenting my panel at Comic-con. I’m still a little shocked how quickly the show took off, it seems that the time from me writing my screen play to the time that we were in production all just zoomed by, now here we are coming off a first season of ‘Unrepentant’ looking at a two year extension. I knew that my writing was good and stuff but I had never really thought of it as other people would love it like I do. Now all I had to do was go out there and talk in front of humans about my writing.
‘Yeah, the most yeah.
I am going to throw up. But if I can just get through the next 2 hours I’m free and clear and have no more responsibilities at the con and can just enjoy it.
I just have to manage not to throw up in front of everybody.
Deep breaths in, Deep breathes out.
You got this. Ok, maybe not but you can go out there anyways and do it.
I’m going to need so many margaritas after this!
Pep talk achieved and go time.’
I psych myself up for the day’s events and made my way through the hotel to meet up with the cast of his show. I went into the small conference room; thankfully I had an early panel on the first day of the con which was good because the stress of waiting to present would literally kill me if it was any later.
Despite all the anticipation and anxiety, the actually panel was great. The fans loved us and were excited to talk to all of us. We got excited to talk to the fans as well. The room wasn’t full but the people in it were passionate about our show. Questions and answers flowed thru the room and before anyone realized it the time was up. I let out a deep breath and was finally able to relax a little.
Now that all of my business responsibilities were finished, I am free to look around the conference for myself. I stated wondering the floor searching for the any new collectables and such. I loved this part of the conferences. It was a riot of color and fans, characters from movies, books, and comics scattered everywhere. It was almost soothing to be lost in the sea of sound and activity, drifting on the currents and buzz of humanities excitement. It was electrifying whenever I saw a costume from my show, MY SHOW, like one of my series was picked up by a REAL network and aired on Tv. It still just blew my mind.
When I looked up I saw a couple in some of my favorite character’s outfits. Unable to resist I went over to them to ask for selfies with them.
“Hey, would you guys mind if I got a picture with you two?” I asked the guys dressed as Flash and Nightwing.
“Sure, little dude,” the Flash said. Nightwing nodded as he moved to pose with Flash for the photos.
As always when my brain got too excited my mouth ran away with me.
“I love you guys, you’re my favorite super heroes. And I just love you two as a couple, just so many good vibes, so comfy.” I blushed as I realized what I was saying, ‘oh man why did my mouth have to run before my brain, I hope they don’t think I’m weird or anything.’
“Awe we love you too, dude.” Nightwing said as he wrapped an arm around me while they posed with me.
CRASH
BANG
All of a sudden, the wall caved in bricks and debris flying everywhere. There was screaming and people running in terror everywhere.
I stood there frozen unable to move.
The two superhero fans next to me looked at each other and then started to move. The Flash grabbed the escrima’s from the Red headed Nightwing and started heading toward the hole. Then Nightwing wrapped me in a hug and started to rush off in the opposite direction.
“Hang on tight, little dude.”
The world stopped making sense as the everything started to blur, I closed my eyes against the sight.
When the sensation of movement had stopped, I found myself on top of a nearby roof. The Nightwing that I was now pretty sure was actually the Flash, asked me if I was ok. I didn’t want to admit that I was terrified so I just nodded, knowing that he could be rescuing other people, right now.
He looked at me like he wasn’t sure if I should be left alone or not. But then he tilted his head and nodded “I’ll be right there.”
“Ok, you should be safe up here, also right over there is a fire escape and over there is a staircase if you do need to get down. We will be back as soon as we can.”
Again, I nodded as best I could, watching as the Nightwing costumed Flash rushed off to help the other heroes that were appearing.
I crouched down near the wall, huddling into a ball hugging my knees to my chest.
The battle noises were a little muffled, sometimes I could hear things clearly but most of the time I couldn’t follow anything that was going on.
I had no clue how much time passed.
I was pretty sure I had dissociated and spaced out pretty quickly into the battle.
I came to with the sound of murmuring voices surrounding me and a sense of pressure on both sides of me.
“Hey, little dude, you with us again?” came a warm voice right next my right shoulder.
The voice tasted like warm hot cider spiked with a hint of oranges and cloves. It was like a fire in my soul thawing out my brain. I didn’t want to say anything right now so I just focused on something else. Like the cold hard concrete under my left hand, I had started brushing my fingertips across the rough texture to ground myself. My fingers were a little numb and tingling but I didn’t want to stop petting something.
A hand reached out and put itself under mine the texture was different from the hard ground but soothing in a different way, I could feel the warmth of the palm the silky-smooth texture of the sleeve, the callouses and scars crossing the hand. I have no idea how long I played with the hand before I realized that was touching a person. I tried to pull my hand back a little embarrassed that I had been caught trying to calm myself. I had gotten so many dirty looks from people over the years until I learned to do silent and inconspicuous things that most people wouldn’t notice.
“You don’t have to stop, not if you don’t want to or aren’t ready. I don’t mind you holding my hand all night if you want to.” This voice sounded like the way you feel cuddled up in front of a fire on a cold winter’s day. A hint of chocolate coated my tongue with each word uttered. I relaxed a little melting in to the warmth reaching out again and pulling the voices closer.
“Little dude, you are going to be ok.”
I didn’t know what would happen next but I knew I was safe again.