Becoming the Villan

Good ol' day's

I found the nearest exit to the sewers and climbed the ladder. Dawn had started peaking through the night. I gazed up at the sky and took a breath.

How did I get here? I thought to myself and sighed. I Disappeared onto one of the buildings near the alley I was in. I hopped across buildings until I reached an old asylum.

I dropped the floor and opened the main door.

Even though the outside of the hospital was old and forgettable, the inside was almost the highest tech and was bustling with activity. Doctors and scientists walked through the halls with their entire focus on clipboards and tablets in their hands.

People in flashy suits and masks loitered around. No one paid me any attention, people came in bloody all the time. I walked trying not to draw any attention to myself. I dropped off the case at the front desk and made my way up the stairs at the back of the hall.

All the dorms were on the upper floor so I made my way up the stairs. I would have teleported but the scientists that worked at the base fingered out a way to dampen all the supers powers in the building. Keeping everyone inside safe from an out-of-control super.

I was running late already and I knew I had to hurry up. The last time I arrived at my therapy covered in blood the therapist had a fit. I got into the small bathroom on the side of my room. I looked in the mirror and grimaced.

I had changed my mask and suit completely after joining C.M. The person who looked back at me in the mirror looked like a cold-blooded killer. An old beat-up plague doctor mask had a blood splatter across the black leather and blood had dripped from ribs to my knee. I started peeling off the layers of armor and set them on the counter. I still wore all back I now just had deep red additions here and there.

On the back of my cloak was a red star with a circle around it. Both with heavy drips. The logo of the C.M. Critical Mass.

I glanced up at the clock at the wall and cursed. I finished changing and grabbed my mask. I ran down the hall and the stairs. People scrambled out of the way as I hurried to the basement. I almost missed the door and knocked.

The door opened and a very angry woman stood in the doorway.

"You're late," She scolded. I winced as she let me in. "I -uh." I cleared my throat. "The mission I was sent on went longer than expected. My apologies." I looked at the floor waiting for her to invite me to sit down.

"For all, you're acting tough and being one of our best operatives," She paused. "You are still one of the most polite people I think is left on this hunk of rock. Please sit." I smoothed out my jeans.

"Oliver," My head snapped up. I still wasn't used to people knowing my real name. "Your mask." She said, raising her eyebrows. I sighed and pulled the mask off. The cold air hit my face and I ran a hand through my hair to try and contain it.

"Let's start shall we?" She pulled out a notebook and clicked her pen. "So how was your day?" She asked. I leaned back onto the couch and closed my eyes.

This is a waste of my time. I thought to myself. "As good as a post-war day could be I guess," I answered. I heard the scratching of a pen.

"And the hallucinations?" She glanced up. "They're getting better," I lied. The woman pursed her lips and sighed. "Oliver," She spoke gently. "This only works if you don't lie to me."

I sat up and put my head in my hands. "When was the last time you saw one?" She asked.

I squeezed my eye's shut. "Earlier tonight," I explained. The therapist looked surprised that I said anything. These sessions usually were silent.

"Have you been seeing other people recently?" She questioned. Aysha standing in the doorway of the R.I.S.E building flashed through my mind. I moved my hands up from my face into my hair and started to pull. I heard her get up and sit down on the couch beside me.

"Oliver," I pulled tighter. "Oliver, you have to stop doing this to yourself." I felt hands gently start to pull mine out of my hair and I flinched away. The doctor recoiled and put my head in my hands again. "I'm sorry I just- I'm sorry I'm such a waste of time," I stood up but was shoved back down.

"You don't have to talk, you just have to stay here until the new hour," I sighed and stared at the wall behind her.

"You don't have to answer but, have you been seeing more people in your hallucinations, Oliver." I thought about not answering but I slowly nodded. "Would you care to explain?"

I took a breath and shut my eyes, "The one I've been seeing the most is Aysha," I whispered. I heard more scratching of the pen. "And the others have been the people that I've-" I cut off and my breathing started to speed up.

"It's okay Oliver you don't have to tell me," The girl reminded me. I shook my head and continued, "The people- people I've seen recently are the people that- that I've killed." I had started crying at some point and I put a hand over my mouth trying to stop a sob from escaping my lips but it didn't do anything. A heartbreaking pathetic sob broke out from my lips and I couldn't stop it.

"Oliver, being a part of this life means there will be some..." She trailed off.

"That doesn't make it okay," I whispered, cutting her off. Still shaking with sobs. "It will never make it okay." My hands here in my hair again pulling harder than before.

"I killed them. I killed them. I killed them." I muttered over and over again. "Demise," I looked up and the woman was looking at me more sternly than ever before. "Just be a good soldier," She said.

I straightened, my thoughts gone. "Just be a good soldier," I repeated.