The Villain Cinderella

Girl Meet Wall

'This day couldn't get any worse', I thought as I hurtled through the air and hit the side of the building. I felt something snap, and the familiar burning sharp feeling of pain stabbed my side as one of my ribs broke.

'It got worse,' I thought again, this time miserably as I couldn't stop myself from gravity's sweet embrace to the asphalt below. Luckily I didn't break any bones this time, but that was probably the only luck I got at the moment.

"Shade!" A heroic voice boomed, echoing across the street where the idiot with his underwear outside of his pants had thrown me. "Are you ready to fight, or play hide and go seek?" I gagged at the righteousness that he was giving off.

"Time out." I held up my hands in a 'T' formation, as I clambered back to my feet. My broken rib was making it known to me, and I struggled for breath. "It's rules, you know? For hide and go seek. I get a time out," I wheezed, "especially when I'm playing with a bigot."

The Superman Wannabe made an angry noise, and I had only enough time to raise my head and jump to the side as he zoomed by me. The movement stole my breath away, and by the time I got to my feet, the Hero was marching towards me with his cape billowing out majestically behind him.

"Hey, wait. Wait." I held my hands up in a defensive position. He didn't stop. If anything, his glare got a little more murderous. "I have a question for you."

He threw a car at me.

I jumped up into the air, and it slammed into the building behind me. I landed on the broken hood of the car, ignoring the pain in my side for the bigger problem in front of me. Great, he was doing one of those 'I'm going to march at you while angrily glare at you and maybe throw a few things at your head' things. You know, the kind that when you really piss off a hero, and they're so done with you.

That's my specialty.

(Except it seems like this Hero was a particular idiot. Usually it takes more than a few petty insults to get their goat, but this one seems a little more hot headed than usual.)

"Okay, so, like. Do you ever go 'meep meep' or 'noom' when you're flying? Because I've always wondered about that-," he made an angry growl and he launched himself at me. I kicked myself off of the side of the car, just as he crashed into the wall.

I launched myself at the nearest lamp post on the street, I didn't have a lot of time. He was going to come and get me, he was one of the faster ones. No sooner did I think that, did I feel a weight on my back, and I was picked off of the ground by a force. Flying through the air for the second time in as many minutes, I hit yet another building.

"You will regret ever messing with me, Villain." He spat, picking me up by the back of my suit. "You're going to die rotting in a cell in the King's dungeon."

I gave a soft laugh, as I leaned my head back to look at him. "Guess what. You're it."

With a twist of my wrist, I ripped a shadow off of the wall of the building which he had thrown me into, and it grew solid just as I swung it around and nailed him right between the eyes. He staggered back, blood gushing from where I had nailed him. The Hero touched his forehead gently, his gloves stained with his own blood.

"You hit me." He said, oddly vulnerable.

"Relax. Head wounds bleed a lot. You probably have a concussion, but with your thick skull it'll be fine." I tried to sound calm and collected, but the hit against the wall had made my broken rib seem like a spear was stabbed into my chest. Repeatedly. However, my voice was strained, but light.

"You hit me." He repeated himself, and I sighed then winced because that jostled my rib.

"You're new at this, aren't you." I leaned up against the shadow, and it supported my weight.

"You were suppose to be my first victory. My first villain." He said, and then his hands shook. "I'm bleeding."

"Yes. You're bleeding." I replied, my voice dry. "But you're not going to-"

"I'm going to die!" He wailed, loudly. Anybody in a mile could hear how panicked he was. What. An. Idiot. I closed my eyes, wondering what on Earth I had done to deserve this.

I then opened them, ready to calm the poor idiot down so maybe somebody might not wake up and call in a real Hero. I'd be screwed, with a broken rib. And besides, I've heard a few of the powerful Heroes were in town, and I didn't want them to get at me. There were only so many things you could do with a strong, popular, Hero. Egging their mansions is one of them. Running around and maybe even surrendering before they got their hands on you was another.

"Hey, hey. I know what it's like to be a newbie, but you're not going to die." I placed my hands up in the air in a hopeful calming gesture. "Here are some nice tips for the next time you put on that orange monstrosity." I waved at his suit, which was a bright orange color that reminded me of construction cones.

"They didn't tell me I was going to bleed. Heroes are the ones who save the day." The poor Hero said, looking down at me with a lost look in his eyes. "You're the ones who are suppose to get beat up."

"Gee thanks." I said, my voice flat. "News Flash, Heroes get as much wounds inflicted on them as they do to Villains. And guess what, all those handsome men on Covers Hero Magazine? Fake. Photoshopped. Evil, I know. It puts a lot of good heroes in depression because they can't be handsome as those models in fake suits." I shook my head sadly, "but luckily for you, I'm a villain. We're suppose to be ugly. Though... it makes me wonder why you aren't one." I looked him up and down, and he stiffened.

"How dare-"

"Relax. Villains are suppose to insult you. A lot, actually. It's part of the job." I then sighed, realizing I had an even tougher night ahead of me. "Look, what they teach you at hero school isn't what it is in real life. You know those teachers who wouldn't let you use a calculator because it prepared us for the 'real life'?" I figured he knew, and continued on my short explanation. "Well, whatever silly little thing they put in your head is somewhat useless. Because you're you, I'm going to give you the short version. You beat us. We beat you. This is dangerous because even if you're new, we won't give you any second chances. But I'm nice, so I'll let you off this time."

The hero nodded, and finally I let a smirk slip. "Man, I hate talking hero. I gave you a crash course. Now, what I really think you should do is find a regular hero around here, ask for some help." A shadow wrapped around my torso, and to anybody watching it seemed to look like my middle just vanished. "Next time, don't fight an experienced villain. Wait until some newbie is around before you go chuck them across the street without any warning."

The Hero winced, and I rolled my eyes. "Also, you should go stand near the construction on 45th street."

He frowned, "why? I didn't hear of any talk of some villain over there. Is it because they attack over there all the time?"

I rolled my eyes, "no you dumb moron. You should go over there to give that poor excuse of a suit something to be useful, don't you think?" I stepped back into the shadows, invisible to the Hero whose anger flared again. This time, he mumbled angrily under his breath before jetting off with his invisible wind.

I finally let myself lean up against the building and air whooshed out of my lungs as if somebody had punched them. I could already feel the skin of my torso swelling due to the broken rib, and it had been painful to stand there and act like nothing had caused me pain.

Well, of course it would have caused me pain. The idiot had randomly taken a shot at me! I was minding my own business, not doing anything evil. Well, maybe checking for security cameras to the mayor's house, but that wasn't being suspicious. It was called being prepared, for the next time I went into that neighborhood, I was taking somebody out with me.

I pushed off of the wall and held my arm against my chest as I stumbled back to the apartment which I called home.

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