The Slip-Up

Chapter 1

Nova's POV

Hero's day.

Gag, Ew. Bleh.

A better name for this day would include villain humiliation day, or throw rotten cabages at innocent civilians day, or even waste your hard earned money on disappearing popcorn day.

I always try to avoid large crowds as much as I can to lay low, but It's kind of hard when your team gets chosen to perform a live speech in front of everyone without being seen.

Yay me...

This year my team won top spot for most dollars spent at a vending machine in an hour, it was all Oscar.

Usually there are about 21 awards that go around for teams to earn.

At our renegade HQ there are currently only 17 teams because a lot of them have been transferred to more populated cities.

The vending machine award was added, probably out of pity given that we were the only team left without an actual award.

I glance down at my index card held between my swaety palms, we were each told to write a short 30 second speech about how much positivity and hope that the renegades have brought to the community and how hope to continue protecting and serving those around us,

Again.

Gag.

I harshly wipe my palms on the side of my uniform, in hopes to get some of the sweat off, to say I was nervous would be an understatement.

Recently the anarchists and I made a risky decision to try and cut off the cities power supply, and in the process I ran into someone, who tore my mask off of my face.

Luckily he didn't get to say anything.

Partially because of the fact that Phobia killed him before he got the chance, but my face was still caught on their security cams, the images of my face produced by them were too blurry to be used in the identification process, but it was still a close call, and because of my mistake someone had to pay the price.

"And next up Genissa Clarke, who you may know as the wonderful Frostbite, and her team, with the excellance award of most captures!" Blacklights voice boomed through the microphone.

A small laugh escapes my throat as I watch her stumble onto the stage, with her minio- team following close behind her.

"Good morning Gatlon city!" She yells through the microphone, making Gargoyle visibly flinch backwards.

"As you may know my tea- I have won the award for the most successful captures this year, and I would personally like to thank those captures for being so weak and stupid, and you may also have heard of the new villain, who calls herself nightmare." The crowd gasps at the name and Clarke smirks in response.

"Rest assured fellow citizens, that I will go to the end of the earth to take down Nightmare, and  will make sure that you will naver have to hear or even speak of that hideous name ever again, because I will make sure that she will get what's coming to her, an icicle through the eye maybe? Ooh or maybe right through her chest like she did to that poor 10 year old boy." She say slowly, while glaring at the crowd.

My eyes start tp wander over the crowd, their faces full of anticipation.

I mean who doesn't want to see a 16 year old girl get impaled by an icicle.

A lot of people.

I hadn't realized how long I had been staring until I felt a hand grasp my elbow, and I jump at the sudden contact.