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We have stories of heroes. Stories of the good guys. But what about the villains? Let's find out.
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This is my second fic that I will try to post new updates on it as often as I can, but life is such an ass so we'll see. In the meantime, let me know what you think of this story's first chapter! Enjoy!
Okay, so, maybe this wasn’t a good thing. That’s what I thought as I stood on the roof of the skyscraper, overlooking the whole city of Rivendell beneath me. Reds and blues and greens and yellows blurring together to make a beautiful swirl of chaos. Car horns honked below, people bustled about, everyone heading home after a long day of work. A faint mist had settled in the air, the sky preparing itself for a downpour. I should’ve been heading home. I’d already robbed the bank downtown. The cops still haven’t shown up. The alarm rang and rang, a soft tune in the distance.
I twirled a shiny quarter in between my fingers, the money bags resting at my booted feet. The humidity was making my costume stick to my body in ways that probably sexualized me, but I paid no attention to it as I exhaled. A small cloud of white puffed out. I wasn’t smoking. I didn’t smoke. The idea of it made my insides crawl. It was probably just freezing then, but I couldn’t tell. Couldn’t feel the pain of chilling cold run up my bare legs. My eyes stung from my severe lack of sleep, my stomach longing for a decent meal. I had to get up early for my first shift of the day tomorrow and I had other duties to deal with as well, mainly restocking at the house. I huffed in frustration. Maybe being the city’s greatest, slyest villain had its flaws. “Sir, should we take the money to the Nest?” A voice asked.
I didn’t have to turn around to know who was talking. Tristan Octaviani. My right-hand man. Curly blonde hair the covered his head like feathers, silver rimmed glasses pushed up on the bridge of his nose neatly. A slick black suit would be what he was wearing. Golden watch on his left wrist, earpiece spiraling from underneath his right ear. “Yes.” I purred. “Be careful with it. That took a lot of time to fetch. And you know how I get when things are out of order.” I flicked the coin in my hand behind my back, a clink sounding in return when he caught it midair. “Of course, sir.” A beep behind me. Shuffling of feet. Then the bags were whisked away by more men in black suits and black shades and clear earpieces, and out of the door leaving the roof.
“Done.” He said.
“Good.”
I heard him start back the way he came and hesitate. “Don’t stay out here too late, Ty. You may be my boss, but you’re my friend, too. Take care of yourself.” That made me turn around. His icy blue eyes bore into mine. “Don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing.” Tristan’s eyes glinted like he wanted to say more, but he must’ve changed his mind because he just nodded and headed out the same door. I turned to look out at the city once more. I was truly alone now. I tugged the mask down off my face. Cool air rushing to coat my sweaty face. I ran my tongue over my chapped lips. The adrenaline was slowly making its way out of my body, making room for all of the real things my body was feeling. Pain. Exhaustion. Hunger. Somewhere in the distance, dozens of sirens rang; familiar sirens rang. The police finally got the call. A small grin found its way onto my face. That means he’s going to see this case. He won’t be able to resist the temptation to hunt me down. Not after our last game.
He had won last time’s round. Now it was my turn. “Good luck, Mr. Officer.” I said aloud, pushing off and away from the edge of the building. Small giggles sliding through my teeth. Excitement beat through my chest. Stepping backward towards the door, mask in hand. Opening the heavy metal door. The rush of colder, stiller air. Outside, the mist finally decided it was time to let loose. Somewhere further, he would find the crime scene and begin his chase. Somewhere further, knots were being tied, and decisions were being made. And as the door closed behind me, a final word, the rain poured down in waves of crystals and diamonds.
Okay, so, maybe this wasn’t a good thing. That’s what I thought as I stood on the roof of the skyscraper, overlooking the whole city of Rivendell beneath me. Reds and blues and greens and yellows blurring together to make a beautiful swirl of chaos. Car horns honked below, people bustled about, everyone heading home after a long day of work. A faint mist had settled in the air, the sky preparing itself for a downpour. I should’ve been heading home. I’d already robbed the bank downtown. The cops still haven’t shown up. The alarm rang and rang, a soft tune in the distance.
I twirled a shiny quarter in between my fingers, the money bags resting at my booted feet. The humidity was making my costume stick to my body in ways that probably sexualized me, but I paid no attention to it as I exhaled. A small cloud of white puffed out. I wasn’t smoking. I didn’t smoke. The idea of it made my insides crawl. It was probably just freezing then, but I couldn’t tell. Couldn’t feel the pain of chilling cold run up my bare legs. My eyes stung from my severe lack of sleep, my stomach longing for a decent meal. I had to get up early for my first shift of the day tomorrow and I had other duties to deal with as well, mainly restocking at the house. I huffed in frustration. Maybe being the city’s greatest, slyest villain had its flaws. “Sir, should we take the money to the Nest?” A voice asked.
I didn’t have to turn around to know who was talking. Tristan Octaviani. My right-hand man. Curly blonde hair the covered his head like feathers, silver rimmed glasses pushed up on the bridge of his nose neatly. A slick black suit would be what he was wearing. Golden watch on his left wrist, earpiece spiraling from underneath his right ear. “Yes.” I purred. “Be careful with it. That took a lot of time to fetch. And you know how I get when things are out of order.” I flicked the coin in my hand behind my back, a clink sounding in return when he caught it midair. “Of course, sir.” A beep behind me. Shuffling of feet. Then the bags were whisked away by more men in black suits and black shades and clear earpieces, and out of the door leaving the roof.
“Done.” He said.
“Good.”
I heard him start back the way he came and hesitate. “Don’t stay out here too late, Ty. You may be my boss, but you’re my friend, too. Take care of yourself.” That made me turn around. His icy blue eyes bore into mine. “Don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing.” Tristan’s eyes glinted like he wanted to say more, but he must’ve changed his mind because he just nodded and headed out the same door. I turned to look out at the city once more. I was truly alone now. I tugged the mask down off my face. Cool air rushing to coat my sweaty face. I ran my tongue over my chapped lips. The adrenaline was slowly making its way out of my body, making room for all of the real things my body was feeling. Pain. Exhaustion. Hunger. Somewhere in the distance, dozens of sirens rang; familiar sirens rang. The police finally got the call. A small grin found its way onto my face. That means he’s going to see this case. He won’t be able to resist the temptation to hunt me down. Not after our last game.
He had won last time’s round. Now it was my turn. “Good luck, Mr. Officer.” I said aloud, pushing off and away from the edge of the building. Small giggles sliding through my teeth. Excitement beat through my chest. Stepping backward towards the door, mask in hand. Opening the heavy metal door. The rush of colder, stiller air. Outside, the mist finally decided it was time to let loose. Somewhere further, he would find the crime scene and begin his chase. Somewhere further, knots were being tied, and decisions were being made. And as the door closed behind me, a final word, the rain poured down in waves of crystals and diamonds.
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