(Translated from Spanish.)
“Help! Help! There has been an
accident!”
A little girl in a yellow
sun dress and a red mask ran down Avenida El Santo, shouting at the
top of her lungs. Slowly, the citizens of Ciudad Máscara
poked their heads out of their windows, to see
what all the commotion was about.
“Oh my God! Look at that car!”
Down at the end of the block, a car had
run up on the curb and hit a building. Pinned underneath was a young
lady, blood staining her blonde hair and white mask. A small crowd
had gathered around the car; some were attempting to move it, but
were having no success.
“Perhaps I may be of assistance?”
Another masked individual arrived on
the scene. Unlike the others who wore normal clothes apart from their
masks, this man entered in full regalia: his mask, trunks, elbow
pads, and boots were all the same shade of light blue; the only other
covering he had was a white lab coat. He had a stethoscope around his
neck, and a head mirror secured to his mask.
He strode up to the car, and addressed
the trapped woman. “Don't worry, miss. We'll have you out of there
in no time.” He grabbed each handle on the driver's side, planted
his feet, and with a mighty roar, lifted the car into the air! He
arched his back, dropping the car on its roof in the middle of the
street. Other citizens grabbed the woman and took her to safety.
“Thank you,
Médico!”
the little girl said, and gave a big hug to the man's muscular leg.
He
replied, “All in a day's work,” but his smile was only for show.
Something was very unnerving about all this. For starters, the driver
was nowhere to be seen...
He
dared not say the name aloud, but he knew who was behind this. The
fact that this accident happened to Dama Relámpago,
sister of the disgraced and exiled Milagro...that was no accident.
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