𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑, COLBY MADDEN

Season 2

The city of Valley View had never been quieter... and that was precisely what made it dangerous. The streets, usually alive with the sounds of hovercars and late-night chatter, now hummed only with the low buzz of neon signs and the distant sirens of patrol drones. Inside the old villain lair, Colby, Y/N, Amy, Jake, Vic, and Eva moved cautiously, shadows stretching long across the cracked concrete walls.

Since the defeat of Onyx, life had been... complicated. The Chosen One. Havoc. Chaos. The Angel of Death. Titles that once seemed like fantasy now rested heavily on their shoulders. And the whispers of their victory had spread far beyond Valley View, reaching ears that had only ever dreamed of power.

For Colby, the weight of being the Chosen One was almost suffocating. Even as he cleaned the last of Y/N's bruises from their last battle, he felt the pull of responsibility gnawing at him. Protecting his family had always been instinctive — but leading them? That was something else entirely.

Y/N watched him quietly, the tension between them eased only by the comfort of familiarity. Even in the aftermath of their hardest battle yet, there was warmth, laughter, and... possibility. But both of them knew that peace was always temporary.

Outside the lair, a storm was brewing. Whispers of new enemies, dark powers awakening in forgotten corners of the city, and figures moving in the shadows hinted at challenges that none of them could ignore. For every victory, there was a new threat. For every ally, a potential betrayer.

And as the night deepened, a figure watched from the rooftops, shrouded in darkness. Eyes glinting with ambition and malice, they studied the lair below, noting every entrance, every exit, every weakness. A storm was coming, and this time, it wouldn't wait for anyone to be ready.

Valley View might have survived Onyx, but survival was only the beginning.

Because in the shadows, a new power was rising — one that even the Chosen One, Havoc, and the Angel of Death might not be able to stop.

And for Colby and Y/N, that meant one thing: the next battle wasn't just about saving their family. It was about saving the world. The lair was quiet now, the kind of quiet that weighed heavy on the chest. Y/N sat cross-legged on a metal crate, her arms resting on her knees, eyes staring at the floor as if it could answer the questions spinning through her mind. Colby leaned against the wall, silent for once, the tension of being the Chosen One still simmering in his jaw.

"I don't know," Y/N finally said, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it carried across the room like a warning. "I mean... everything's changed. I thought once Onyx was gone, life would feel... normal. But normal doesn't exist anymore, does it?" She shook her head, hair falling in front of her face. "It's like I'm always looking over my shoulder. Always wondering who's coming next, who's going to try to tear us apart. And I don't even know if I'll be ready."

Colby tilted his head, studying her. "You've done more than anyone could expect. You helped stop Onyx, you... you held everyone together. Even me."

Y/N laughed bitterly. "Held everyone together? Maybe. But at what cost? My life isn't just mine anymore. I have powers I didn't ask for, a target on my back, and..." She trailed off, fists clenching. "I have you."

Colby's eyebrows furrowed. "Me?"

"Yeah," she said, finally meeting his gaze. "I have you. And everyone else. And it's terrifying. I never wanted this. I never wanted to be someone people needed to fight for, to follow, to look up to. I just... I just wanted to be me. Y/N. Not the Angel of Death. Not part of some villain legacy or superhero world. Just... me."

Her voice softened, eyes distant. "But then I remember... how it all started. And I realize I was never just me, not really."

Colby leaned forward, curious. "What do you mean?"