The Smartest Villains Are The Most Dangerous || Byler ||

9 - Tenfold And Necro: Origin (Part 1)

THIRD PERSON POV:

It was pouring rain.

A boy ran through the streets, the sky so dark with storm clouds it almost looked like night time. He had an umbrella, but he was already quite wet.

Then his eyes catch and he sees another younger boy running toward the road.

"Wait!" He yells, but the boy doesn't hear him. He runs forward, grabbing the boy's arm and pulling him back right before he gets run over.

"Oh my gosh!" A new voice says from behind him. The mother scoops her child up as the boy with the umbrella turns away to shield his face from her. "Tommy! Don't run off like that! Thank you, young man."

The boy nods and walks off, leaving the woman confused. The boy giggles, pointing at a billboard. "Mommy! Look!" He squeals. "The boy is in the picture!"

The mother turns and her eyes widen when she saw the picture of Mike Wheeler.

"Don't be silly, darling," She says, smiling at her son as she brushes her fingers through his wet hair. "I would know if that was the model."

The boy with the umbrella continues running down the street, eyes flicking around in curiosity.

Then a dark expensive car pulls up next to him, the door opening by himself. He doesn't even glance at it, knowing who was inside. He moves his umbrella down, letting the rain soak through his hair and drench his face.

"Mike, don't be an idiot," Steve says, sighing in exasperation. "Get in here before you get a cold."

Mike huffs and gets in the car, crossing his arms and glaring out the window. Robotic arms come out of different parts of the car with towels and blankets. The robot arms dry his hair and face before covering him with a blanket.

"I don't need this," Mike grumbles, pushing the blanket off him. Steve raises his eyebrow at the ravenette.

"You should be thankful I don't tell your mother about these adventures," Steve says, writing down something on his ipad with a digital pen.

Mike tenses up slightly before relaxing again when the car pulls up to the front of his house.

One of his many bodyguards opens the door for him, and another holds an umbrella over his head so he doesn't get rain on him again.

He doesn't make eye contact with anyone before he goes to his room.

"Stupid house," He grumbles, slumping into his couch. He was about to turn on the TV when he noticed a small box in the middle of the table, black with red designs on the front. "What the hell is this?"

He picks it up and opens it. Inside, was a pair of beautiful blue hoop earrings. Mike raised his eyebrows and gently pinched one in his fingers to inspect it.

Mom would never give me one of these. He thought. And Holly doesn't have the money too.

A small slip of paper fell out from the bottom of the box and Mike looked down at it. He picks it up and unfolds the letter.

Dear hero,

If you are reading this letter, that means you have been chosen to be this city's savior. I promised to keep this message short, so I'll try and hold myself to my goal. 

The earrings you must be staring at are called miraculouses, they grant you powers. When you wear them and say the words 'Mask on' they will transform you into a superhero. Please use with extreme caution, they are very dangerous if they fall into the wrong hands.