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Red Star
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Jie Jie
first_person_protagonist, female. She is a high school student in modern China. She is adventurous, confident, and dreamy. Jie discovers an old comic book about a super heroine named Hong Chuan. Inspired, she creates her own costume and transforms into the "Red Star of the Chinese Communist Party." Her parents initially worry about her attire but support her dreams. Jie experiences excitement and freedom while flying through the skies, feeling connected to her Chinese heritage and ideals of communism.
Hong Chuan
side_character, female. She is a fictional super heroine from an old comic book series in modern China. She is brave, selfless, and determined. Hong Chuan is remembered for sacrificing herself to save others, showcasing her commitment to selflessness and bravery. Her legend influences Jie Jie, inspiring her to become a modern version of a hero. Though fictional, Hong Chuan's impact is significant, shaping Jie's imagination and ideals of being a hero.
Jie Jie's Father
side_character, male. He is Jie's idealistic and progressive father working in a stateowned enterprise. He is encouraging, idealistic, and supportive. He shares stories of past communist heroes with Jie, fostering her interest in history and politics. The father agrees to let Jie pursue her dreams of becoming a hero like Hong Chuan, showing his progressive values that prioritize children’s autonomy and development.
I am a 16-year-old high school girl living in modern China.
My name is Jie Jie.
When I was little, my parents took me to visit my grandparents.
While rummaging through the old trunk in the guest room, I found an old comic book and began reading it.
The story was about a super heroine named Hong Chuan.
Hong Chuan wore a deep crimson spandex suit while fighting against evil forces.
She had long black hair and a beautiful face.
While saving her comrades, she jumped from a burning building and died.
I was deeply moved by her selflessness and determination.
From then on, I began dreaming of becoming a super heroine like her.
After returning home, I rummaged through my parents' closet looking for materials to make my costume.
I cut out the shape of the emblem from a red cardboard box and sewed it onto my chest.
I then put on a pair of red boots my mother had bought from Korea, along with a pair of long red gloves I found in the winter clothing box.
I wrapped the red cape made from an old blanket around my shoulders and put on the red hat I had made earlier.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I adjusted my homemade costume piece by piece.
The crimson spandex hugged my body as I straightened my back and lifted my chin.
My hands moved to my hips, mimicking the poses I had seen in Hong Chuan's comic panels.
The hammer and sickle emblem on my chest rose and fell with each breath.
I experimented with different stances - feet apart, shoulders squared, cape draped dramatically behind me.
The afternoon sun streaming through my window caught the glossy surface of my boots.
"Jie Jie, what are you doing in there?" my brother called from the hallway, his voice tinged with curiosity.
"I'm becoming Hong Chuan," I replied, striking another pose for emphasis.
He opened the door slightly, peeking in with wide eyes. "You know she's just a story, right? But... maybe you could be our real-life hero."
Standing before my bedroom mirror, I uncap the mysterious red vial I discovered hidden in the comic book's back cover.
The liquid inside pulses with an otherworldly glow.
My hands tremble slightly as I raise it to my lips, remembering Hong Chuan's final words about true heroism requiring sacrifice.
The potion tastes like warm cinnamon, spreading heat through my chest.
My reflection begins to shimmer and blur.
The homemade costume transforms, materializing into a sleek crimson bodysuit with perfect communist emblems.
My feet lift off the ground as energy courses through me.
"Jie Jie, you're floating!" my brother exclaimed, stumbling backward in awe.
"I can feel it, the power of Hong Chuan," I whispered, my voice resonating with newfound strength.
"But what if this means you have to face real danger?" he asked, concern etching his features.
I hover higher in my bedroom, the red energy pulsing through my veins, making the cape billow behind me.
The mirror shows my reflection floating a foot off the ground, the hammer and sickle emblem gleaming on my chest.
My brother reaches for my ankle but I drift just out of reach.
The window beckons - I can see the city lights twinkling beyond the glass.
My heart pounds as I float closer, hands trembling as I unlatch the window.
The cool night air rushes in, making my cape flutter wildly.
I feel my body tingling, the transformation accelerating.
The mirror shows my homemade costume morphing into something extraordinary.
The fabric shifts and tightens, becoming a sleek crimson bodysuit that hugs my form.
A bold hammer and sickle materializes on my chest, gleaming like polished metal.
My worn winter gloves stretch into elegant crimson gauntlets reaching past my elbows.
The ratty blanket-cape transforms into flowing red silk that ripples behind me.
My old boots shine and extend upward, becoming glossy knee-high boots.
I grip the window frame, my heart thundering as I stare down at the street three stories below.
The night wind whips my crimson cape around me while my brother pleads from behind, begging me to stay.
But the power surging through my veins demands release.
My boots leave the wooden windowsill as I float outward, suspended in air.
The communist emblem on my chest pulses with warm energy.
My legs straighten parallel to the ground, and my arms extend forward.
I soar higher above the rooftops, the wind whipping my hair back.
I test my newfound abilities, gliding between buildings and swooping down toward the streets.
The city lights blur as I pick up speed, my cape streaming behind me.
I practice shifting into a horizontal flying position, my body parallel to the ground.
The wind rushes past me, a deafening roar in my ears.
I bank and turn, feeling the rush of exhilaration as I defy gravity.
A strange fluttering catches my attention - hundreds of dark shapes moving unnaturally against the night sky.
I hover in place, watching as the shadows coalesce into a humanoid figure.
The streetlights below illuminate her black bodysuit and artificial wings.
When she turns to face me, I gasp at her inhuman butterfly eyes.
She smiles, and I realize I'm not alone in this new world.
I hover in place, studying her movements as she circles me like a predator.
Her black suit absorbs the city lights, while my red costume reflects them.
Without warning, she tucks her wings and rockets toward me, her butterfly eyes fixed on my position.
My muscles tense as I realize I've never had to maneuver at such speeds before.
I try to recall Hong Chuan's aerial combat techniques from the comics, but my thoughts scatter as the dark figure closes in.
I dodge at the last second, and she zooms past me, her wingtip grazing my shoulder.
My body tumbles through the air, and I struggle to regain control.
Finally, I right myself and hover face-to-face with the winged woman.
She's close enough for me to see the intricate butterfly patterns on her black suit and mask.
"Hello, Red Star," she says in a melodic voice.
"My name is Mei Xuelu. In your language, that means 'beautiful dew.' But you may call me the Butterfly Star."
Her wings spread wide, casting an ominous shadow over me.
The way she studies me with those masked eyes makes my skin crawl.
She extends a gloved hand toward me, and I notice sharp blades hidden in her butterfly-patterned gauntlets.
I watch in horror as hundreds of metallic butterflies emerge from her wings, their razor-sharp edges glinting in the moonlight.
They swarm around us, creating a whirling dome of silver and black that blocks my view of the city below.
My heart pounds in my chest as the butterflies draw closer, their wings humming with an eerie electronic sound.
I try to break free from the swarm, but each movement causes them to tighten their formation.
"Do not fear them," Mei Xuelu's voice cuts through the mechanical hum, calm and commanding.
"They're here to protect us, to ensure our conversation remains... private."
"What do you want from me?" I shout over the noise, desperation creeping into my voice.
Through the swarm of mechanical butterflies, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the glass windows of a skyscraper.
The sight startles me - my transformation is complete.
The crimson uniform hugs my body perfectly, the hammer and sickle emblem gleaming at my chest.
My patent leather cape flows behind me like liquid fire, and my thigh-high boots shine in the city lights.
The long red gloves flex as I clench my fists, feeling a surge of confidence.
Mei Xuelu's butterflies part slightly, their razor wings reflecting my red glow.
Through the gap in the butterfly swarm, I catch my reflection in the glass building.
The sight of my transformed self sends a wave of dizzying sensations through me.
My hands tremble inside the sleek red gloves as I hover there, suspended between terror and wild excitement.
The mechanical butterflies' wings click ominously around me while my cape billows in the night wind.
I take a deep breath, ready to confront whatever comes next.
