helena lounged in her seat as she watched the clock tick away. it was nearing twelve. lunch hour. she leaned forward and removed her feet from her work desk.
"i'm too impatient for this kind of thing," she thought to herself. she had always been."people are too hungry to fix their problems at this hour." helena, or mrs. page as her clients and coworkers called her, had been working as a renowned psychologist in the Albany area of new york. her clients ranged from those who served in the highest positions of office to anyone just looking for a way out of a cruel relationship. often times she wondered what she was doing in this office, when she could be using her well earned psychology major on messing with peoples minds. that's what she thought she would be doing anyways, until she found out food needed to be put on the table. and her mother was getting to the point where she was needing a little extra assistance. ie the two words her mother dreaded the most: the nursing home.
but it wasn't all too bad. a few times she was helpful in preventing people from committing suicide, something which she looked down on completely and which she thought was one of the most ridiculous life decisions anyone would commit to. she had her reasons. to put it simple she just thought it was plain cowardly. trying to escape from something you thought you had no control over.
maybe that was the reason Helena was still very well alive: she was in complete control of her life
and about her suicidal clients, it really required no effort on her part. that was mainly because she was an ESP. all she had to do was tell them not to do it, and they were fine. these days, Mrs. Page longed for something far more challenging.
before she even had a chance to grab her coat, she caught a glimpse of a large silhouetted figure beyond the glass frame of her door. it was a very large figure and it appeared to be holding a pistol.
Helena threw herself behind her desk and before she knew it the door slammed open and there was a torrent of bullets being sprayed onto the wall behind her. the framed picture of her mother fell onto the floor with a resounding shatter and the shooting stopped. from the crack below her desk, she could she the mans feet nearing closer and closer to her.
she was looking for some excitement in her life, and now she finally got it. but under the most unlikely and not to mention unfavorable of conditions: in her office and being shot at not with a pistol as she had initially thought, but with a machine gun. the first thing she did, and which she thought she would never need to do in a million years give or take, was to cloak herself with invisibility. she got up and got away from her desk before nearly grazing the man on the shoulder.
for some reason, she wasn't too afraid of escaping. instead she just stood and observed. the man, whoever he was, was wearing all black from his fedora hat down to his shoes. but he also seemed to be searching for something. she watched as his pudgy, hairy fingers rummaged and threw across the room hundreds of pages of well organized client paperwork.
at this point, Helena was more hot and bothered by the fact that he was making a mess and s******g with her paperwork than the fact that he actually intended to kill her. Helena was a neat freak.
she noticed the machine gun he had left on her table. she concentrated and the gun levitated up from the desk and swiftly out of the door. this surprised the gorilla out of his wits. he jumped up and a drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose. he threw the desk onto its side, spraying the room with office supplies (she grimaced). then he began throwing things across the room. he was afraid.
"he must be associated with a high official." she thought to herself. what the man didn't know what that she had kept all the important paperwork of her clients in a false, neatly concealed wall behind the picture of her mother, which at the moment was laying at her feet and was struck with a few bullet holes. glass was everywhere. what the big hairy gorilla man also didn't know was that she had tossed the machine gun into a bin outside her office door. since he wasn't wearing any gloves it most likely carried the mans finger prints.
in thirty minutes she would have to call the cops, and she would have to lie and say she was out having lunch during those past thirty minutes because she didn't want even them knowing she had been invisible at the time of the incident. that would reveal she had ESP. first things first, she grabbed her coat and headed out for lunch.
when the time came she would call the cops and pretend she had arrived at her office as it was. then she would begrudgingly reorganize her papers.
in a trial that followed, the cops were able to pinpoint the exact culprit of the attempted murder and robbery. finger prints from the machine gun were able to be traced to one Rudolfo Giaccone, aka sausage fingers, a mob man with a notable history in home invasions and suspected murders. how were they able to obtain the finger prints so easily? he had eaten his lunch too early, apparently with extra greasy fried chicken.
Subsequently, helena page was rewarded thousands of dollars for damages done to her office as well as for emotional turmoil that damage has inflicted. apparently that money was more than enough to fund her mothers nursing home rent for the rest of her life. Helena meanwhile left the albany area and became a superhero.
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