Percy 12: The Greatest Villain

the beginning

I remember, when I was just a small child... being told to steal and kill. To hurt and to show no mercy. I guess that's what you think when you're raised by villains. But if I'm being honest, they weren't bad parents, albeit my real ones.

I also remember that my real parents threw me aside. Leaving me to be hit by the numerous cars and trucks on the street. A small toddler being only fed house scraps and garbage from the neighbors.

My villainous training started when I was around 5, when my uncle Louis let me hold his knife. It had battle scars in a broken polish, a nice sharpened blade, on the top was an amethyst crystal, carved with a "P" on it. It was then that he gave me my name.

Percy 12.

When I was six, my aunt Reena taught me how to use my uncle's knife. He gave it to me as a present for my sixth birthday. I held the knife in my hand as Reena told me her adventures as she showed me how she used hers. Her hand gripped the handle as her thumb slid against the amethyst. She showed me how to side jab in self defense, and how her thumb on the amethyst gave her strike more agility. I was able to do all her lessons in clear colour by the time I was eight.

Balancing my own studies and my training, taking care of those younger of me was extremely difficult; but Percy 12 knew how to get around these types of... distractions. So I would run into the kitchen with a trail of kids behind me and jump over my uncle Baron until they collapsed into his arms, leaving me alone to
study.

Though we were all villains, where we lived was nothing short of heroic. There was an enormous library, a training facility and numerous rooms for the growing family. I spent most of my time in the training facility and library, honing my skills and learning the worlds endless knowledge.

By the time I was 11, i knew more than my aunts and uncles combined, and i was ready to start my climb to the top of the villainous chain. It was my goal to become greater than Marcius 8 M, and to outsmart the great detective:
Emmarly Itsen.

Emmarly Itsen. She's been my rival for two years, and I'm so close to achieving my dream, yet she's always there to stop me.

I will win the day, Emmarly Itsen.

I'm 15 now, and my family has sent me on numerous missions, and each one I've succeeded. Emmarly can't compete when it comes to my crimes she's solved. I outsmart her more than she figures out how I do it. I'm her leading suspect, yet she has no idea that I'm who I am, despite our banterous, flirtatious encounters.
It's not how the normal story goes, and believe you me, I've read to many to count. The story is that the villain always gets taken down by the hero using "the power of friendship" or "the power of true justice". Yeah, classic, right? Well, it gets better from here.