The heroine, I recall, was much like that of a recent, popular television hero in the series Dark Angel. She wore a suit of slick black. But this character was different – with some robotic component – and she also had special talents like that of mutation.
The first scene I recalled was that she was in a long, dimly lit modern corridor – like something which might be in the basement of some great scientific technological lab. Her name was Zora, as I later discovered. She was running down this corridor – fleeing from a man who reminded me of the character Magneto from X-Men. He did not run after her but only walked. He had a very composed figure – robotic-like.
Zora fled into a strange sort of steel cage elevator that hung freely from a rope – dangling in the shaft of a long and dark steel tunnel. There were not very many bars which formed this elevator, but only several, so that they constructed sort of the frame of a cube. As this elevator ascended, there was increasing tension and panic that the heroine would get caught. […] [S]omething went wrong – she was on the verge of capture, when her head morphed into the red shape of Spiderman’s and she swung forth her wrist – white webbing shooting from the metal band […]. Thus, she managed to swing to her escape – fleeing into a dark square hole in the technological wall of the shaft. I thought how clever she was.
My next recollection was that she was still fleeing from the man – this time inside of a giant mall. The man seemed able to appear anywhere – and it was difficult to predict where he would next appear. Somehow, she was able to fool him by pretending she was robbing a bookstore in the mall. Then, the man was a police officer trying to arrest her there amidst the half-empty damaged store where she had supposedly wreaked havoc. For a moment, the man just stood there, a bit confounded that the police had been called. Then, he was on his walkie-talkie, playing along to arrest the girl. I remember thinking that now this man couldn’t use his powers or he’d risk exposing himself.
Behind the heroine, was a balcony […] which she immediately turned and leapt through. The cop followed in pursuit – and gave chase across strange roofings and sidings – intricate designs. I recall vaguely her clinging to the wall. Somehow, she was thus able to escape from the man. I had the impression that the police arrived and rescued her from him in some elaborate, half-ruse of hers.
I recall walking in the bookstore where the police were cleaning up. I was at the Garfield section, feeling all rich at the sight of the many beautiful, colorful, and elaborate Garfield books. I picked one up and walked over to a police officer who was talking about the heroine to other shoppers. He held in his hands simply drawn outlines of pictures. “Yeah,” he said in reference to his pictures, “she showed me what the bastard’d do to her if he ever caught her.” I looked at the cards of pictures – there were two, each preserved in clear plastic packaging wrap – but I couldn’t make the pictures out. The officer took a card out from the wrap and I pretended to be interested, asking if I could see it, but made nothing out.
Next, I recall seeing our heroine (who had cleverly slipped from the police) walking amongst the women’s clothing section. I was watching her from afar again – as on television. At the service counter were two ladies – one of whom was the real Dark Angel. She didn’t do much – and I remember it felt strange and irritating that the show focused not on its heroine, but on this substitute, Zora.
Meanwhile, Zora was trying to avoid detection from another villain – a robotic boy of seven or eight, with a round face and wearing a clean suit of white, like a miniature mobster. He talked and acted like a mature man. Rounding a short cabinet of clothes, he dodged around it in an attempt to catch Zora on the other side, but she was quick and maneuvered around the cabinet as well, keeping always the cabinet between them so he could not see her. But he quickly sensed her presence and leapt in the other direction while she averted in the opposite. And thus, they maneuvered – always quicker with mounting tensions in the viewer – until she leapt upon him and shot him in the side of his face. His face should have exploded, but it did not. Instead, he seemed just deactivated – and he simply stood with [a] blank expression, like he had been turned off.
Then, either I or someone else was screaming “Watch out!” – for, behind her, there was a pale, ghostly woman stretching forth her thin, white hand of long fingers and ghastly long nails, almost equally as pale. I remember thinking the lady’s nails as weapons, for she was able to shoot her fingernails like bullets.
Suddenly, Zora seemed surrounded by too many rivals – and she turned and fled. The lady, now somehow transformed from her ghastly image into another girl like Zora and Dark Angel, chased after Zora like it was her righteous duty.
Within the next moment, Zora had leapt from a window – taking a daredevil plunge towards the ground far below. […] [B]efore that plunge, the lady had somehow discovered who Zora truly was – a sudden realization that Zora was a dear friend – and not foe. This lady rushed to lean over the side. Zora was below, clinging to the wall’s tapestry for her life – and I remember feeling the grip of the fabric in my own hands. As she stretched forth her hand to help the other, the lady cried out the other’s name, “Zora!” – and that was how I knew of the heroine’s name.
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