Being A Villain Is Great

Chapter 1 - First target

'Noo, let me go back to sleep. That was such a good dream'
What?
If it's first thing in the morning, and you don't think that, you poor thing.
You are missing out.
I don't remember much from last night and right now, that's the least of my problems.
The bright light however, was at the top of my list.
It was disturbing my slumber and I could not go back to my fucking amazing dream bexause of it.
'God, why is it so fucking bright?' I thought.
I swear, it's never this bright in my apartment.
The sun can't even get in.
I squinted my eyes open, just incase someone had, somehow, broke in, and for some reason, was shining a torch in my face.
Nope, wasn't that. Thank god.
Once I'd managed to open them enough to see clearly, I realised, I wasn't even in my apartment.
Shit.
I sat up straight, making myself more alert, you know, just incase.
You can't trust anyone in this town, and I don't exactly just wander into some random fuckers house for the night.
'Holy shit, this fucker is rich.' I thought staring around the room.
It was too fancy, and that made me feel sick.
Why?
I'll never know. It just did.
Something I did notice, however, whilst staring around the room, was a bookshelf.
I'm not some nerd who's into books.
Seriously. I swear.
I just know that bookshelves are a great hiding place for all sorts of stuff.

I looked to my left.
Well then, whoever this fancy ass place belongs to was no longer in the room with me. Good.
That was also when I realised, I was not clothed.
At all.
'Holy crap, how much did I drink last night man?' I thought as I stumbled out of the bed. After standing for a few seconds, waves of shit hit me. First the headache, very common sign of a hangover.
Then I felt weak and dizzy.
Then my arms and legs became unstable, and my head started pulsing.
Then my vision became fuzzy and then darker. This wasn't good.
"Yep definitely drank too much," I muttered. I scrambled around, found my clothes and put them on. After standing for a few more seconds, I felt relatively normal. Steading myself so I didn't fall and break anything I could not afford to pay for, I waddled over to bookshelf.
'Maybe this was one of those shelves where you pull a book and it opens!' I cunningly chuckled, scanning the bookshelf for some sort of clue.
"Why does this guy own so much Shakespeare? This one is the one with the least amount of dust," I mumbled to myself under my breath, pointing at the book with, like I said, the least about of dust.
*Romeo and Juliet*
"Ugh, hate this one with a passion." I pulled it out from its spot and sure enough, it was a lever. The shelf moved and behind it was...

Cliffhanger

Nah jk

And behind it was a room. Which is what you'd normally find behind them but to be honest, I was hoping for a tunnel or something more exciting at least. This room however, was filled with suits, hero ones, and alot of devices which I knew jack shit about.

The door to the room, not the one behind the bookshelf, opened and in the doorway stood a fairly attractive bloke. He must've been in his, what, early twenties, mid twenties maybe? He had a head full brunnet curls which I have to admit, was fucking cute, I really wanted to...
"S-sorry," I stuttered, trying to act as innocent as possible, after just realising he'd noticed the bookshelf, which was of course no longer in the right place.
He just grinned at me.
"It's alright, babe." Ok this guy's either a creep or a player.
"Yeah, I was just admiring your collection. You seem really into Shakespeare."

This chapter will be finished soon.