Destined

~Chapter 1~ collision

"Are you shitting me?"

I moved to a different city, gave up my friendships and a scholarship just to get away. And yet here he is, at least I think he's a he. A voice changing mask is genius, I wish I thought of it before exposing my identity.

"Did you think you could get rid of me that easily? You and me are destined to collide." The mask makes his voice deep and robotic but still somehow human like, laced with emotion and angst. Almost attractive. Almost.

"Yeah no sorry I don't believe in destiny," I tell him as I land an undercut punch on his upper stomach.

"Oh come on, why do you always have to use violence to get your way?" He shakes his head in disparity.

Drama queen much?

"You're such a hypocrite considering you are standing in a control room holding a train hostage," I spit.

"Yeah but have you ever asked yourself why? Because I have a very good reason!"

That is so classic. He was caught red handed and makes up some weak excuse for his actions. There is morality and law in this world and he certainly doesn't follow either. It's my job as a hero to stop him. That's the way it goes, that's what I was taught all my life and that's what I will continue to do. My father was a hero too and he stopped some of the greatest criminals in history and I plan to do the same. It only this jerk wasn't so slippery and a total pain in my backside.

"There is no reason good enough. Now hand yourself over before I make you regret it."

He sighs. "You just never change, do you?"

"Well neither do you!" I defend. It feels childish. Would my father act like this when caught in an endless dance with a villain? No, he wouldn't. I just suck at being a hero.

He makes an aggravated sigh and goes to click a button on the control panel nearest to him but before he can press it I slap his hand away.

"Can't keep my hands off me, can you?"

"Don't patronise me, just because I am a woman doesn't mean I can't kick your ass!" I shout but it comes out a little too shrill-like. As if things couldn't get more embarrassing.

"Oh come on only a monster would think a woman is not strong enough to kick his ass. Also who says I'm male?"

"Because you're an ass."

"Wow a hero being sexist, nice one."

This is the most infuriating villain I have ever encountered. Given that I haven't met many villains at all that doesn't sound bad but I am certain I will never meet one this relentless and arrogant ever again. He needs to be stopped.

And so I lunge at him, using all my strength to topple him onto the ground where I pin him down through putting all my weight on his legs.

"Finally some action!" He mutters.

Ugh, can he shut up for once?

"Why do you have to make things hard for me? Why can't you just admit you're wrong. No one knows your identity, you can just stop doing what you're doing and it will all be over," I plead but it goes right through one ear and out the other.

"You're delusional," he scoffs, "I'm not being 'bad' for the sake of it, I'm doing this for a reason and you won't believe me so what's the point in trying to appear like a saint."

He's kidding, right? This is the person who blew up my high school and killed 7 people in the process. This is the person that has tormented me and followed my every move since I first became a hero just to make me look like an idiot in front of my family who all expect greatness from me. This is the person that made me move away from my family just to have a chance at proving myself worthy of my title. But that wasn't enough, he had to follow me to Philadelphia to make me look like a fool once again. All the emotions from those years come flooding back, causing a volcano of anger that's about to erupt.

I punch him, again and again. I punch until my knuckles feel broken but I don't stop. I want to cause him pain for what he did to me.

He attempts to fight back by pushing me off him but I bounce right back, landing more punches to his face. Blood drips from under his mask and down his neck but I don't care.

No one makes Thea Goode looks like a fool.

He bears his pain in silence and as much as I hate to admit it, I respect it.

I feel his body go limp and finally I stop. Did I just win?

Before I can celebrate I feel myself being lifted off the ground.

Of course he played dead.

I kick and attempt to escape from his arms but it's useless, he's taller and stronger. Despite my training I'm still weak when caught off guard.

"I'm sorry," he says.

Before I can decipher the tone and meaning of his words I'm being thrown against a hard surface and everything goes black.

I failed again.