Wonder Witch 4 – Part 1

“Oh my”, said Marjorie Morris aka the costumed, crime fighter Wonder Witch, sitting up in bed one Saturday morning and clutching her head with a worried expression on her face, “What a peculiar, terrifying dream”.

Then, going into the kitchen of her apartment and making a cup of hot chamomile tea, she sat down at her kitchen table and recalled what she had dreamt.

“First, I saw this odd image of a woman holding two swords”, she remembered, “And then a frightening cowboy firing a pistol and then, weirdest of all, a strange mirror that was melting , just like a candle. It must be a premonition of some sort but what could it possibly mean?”.

Then, suddenly, Marjorie noticed a picture of the President on the front page of a newspaper that was lying on the kitchen table , only it wasn’t him but a wax work dummy.

Apparently, a branch of the famous Madam Tussaud’s Waxwork museum was opening in town and marking that opening by the unveiling of a waxwork dummy of the president and the president himself would be attending the opening.

“Hmm?”, thought Marjorie, laying the paper back down on the table, “A wax work dummy that is the mirror image of the President. That would certainly explain the melting mirror and the lady with the two swords, that could be Madame Tussauds but what about the cowboy with the pistol?”.

Just then, however, Marjorie gasped as a terrible thought occurred to her and, getting up from her kitchen chair she suddenly rushed out of the kitchen and grabbing Wonder Witches magic ‘broom of justice’ headed towards the window of her apartment which magically flew open, allowing her, mounted upon her broom, to quickly make an exit.

“If my hunch is right, the cowboy in my dream could be one of the waxworks in the exhibit and, if I’m right, there’s not a moment to lose”, she said to herself as she magically transformed into her pink, spandex clad super alter-ego.

As she reached the Waxwork museum, Wonder Witch saw that there was a long line of visitors, stretching all the way around the building.

“I haven’t got time to queue up for tickets. This is an emergency”, she thought, shrinking up her broom and stashing it in her utility belt before transforming herself into a tiny, pink, pointy hatted bee and buzzing in through the museum entrance, right under the noses of ticket collectors.

Then, following the sound of camera clicks and flashes, she saw the President and his bodyguards come into view and the President was standing next to a waxwork double which newspaper cameramen were eagerly snapping but also, directly behind the President, Wonder Witch noticed, to her horror, one of the waxwork dummies, dressed as the infamous old west outlaw Billy the Kid, was not made of wax at all but a flesh and blood assassin and he was pointing a pistol right at the presidents back.

With no time to warn the President or to change back into human form, a buzzing bee like Wonder Witch darted towards the face of the assassin, stinging him upon his nose with her pointy, pink bee sting.

“Aeggh!”, screamed the assassin, clutching his throbbing and rapidly swelling nose with one hand whilst trying to swipe at the bee with his pistol.

Alerted by his cries, it only took seconds for the Presidents entourage of secret service bodyguards to subdue the cowboy and, while he was being restrained and handcuffed, Wonder Witch, who had now transformed back into human form, was shaking hands with the President.

“Great work, Wonder Witch”, he said, “My bodyguards never would have spotted the shooter in time to stop him”.

But, unbeknown to either Wonder Witch or the president, the left eye of a nearby wax work dummy, that of the famous Hollywood director Alfred Hitchcock was infact a miniature video camera and, far off in his secret lair, a powerful and immensely evil person was watching them and pounding his clawed hand against a semi-circular control panel as he boomed, in anger,
“Thou shalt not suffer a Wonder Witch to live!”.