The Villain Cinderella

Wonderland

Saying that I would make a plan to destroy my Stepmother was completely different from actually doing it. Every chance that I had to myself, I would take out a small notebook from my pocket and a pencil and then stare at the paper.

So far, in my journal was a half baked idea of kidnapping the mayor's daughter, one of which I had staked out his house for security details for four nights in a row. Six plans on how to take over the kingdom that would definitely end in me in chains. Three different devices to cause mayhem, but I wasn't really a technology person so I couldn't make them. Besides, they were just doodles, not actual things that I could make a plan out of. Four different flowers, the Prince with a Hitler mustache, and six different smiley faces.

I was completely, and utterly out of my mind here. I haven't been able to talk to Courtney yet, I've been so busy. There was, officially, three things that I was suppose to be doing right now. Unfortunately I can't make clones of myself, though I wished I could. I was suppose to help clean out the basement of the office building, as well as print off music sheets for the orchestra, and last but not least, scrub the kitchens. All of the kitchens. The aspiring chef's here did try to keep the places they worked at clean, but it didn't meet Krystal's expectations of clean. Meaning; I have to clean it in order it to be clean. And even then she'd find a fault with it.

I however, was not doing any of these three things. I was hidden in the top rafters of the gym. I didn't come up here using my powers, it's just nobody really takes the bleachers away after an assembly because we have so many of them. There is usually at least one per week, if not more, and so it was an easy staircase to climb, and then I just grabbed some exposed beams and climbed to the top of the gym.

Usually, in high school and stuff I would hide in the library, but this school is literally filled with outcasts, people who had talents that were better than just football and cheer, so the library was a hot spot for nerds and bookworms. The gym was rarely used, so I was mostly alone. And the lights weren't turned on half of the time, and I didn't have a problem in the dark. Another plus being me, is that I saw perfectly in the dark. After all, I was Shade, the person who manipulated the shadows to her bidding. It would be awkward to not see anything in the dark.

Occasionally I really hated that ability when a couple would come in the dark and make out. It was awkward for me, especially if I knew who they were.

I sat in the dark, staring down at my booklet and hoped that an idea would come to me. You see, you when you made a plan you had to think about all of the possibilities. For example, what would happen if I made an ice sculpture and some idiot came and broke it? Or what if Fire Head came and melted it? What if a child was near it in the crossfire? What would I do if my ice sculpture was beyond my reach? Could I make another one? What would happen if I somehow tripped and fell on it?

Those are the usual questions. And then, you'd have to pay attention to the news of where certain Superheroes were. There was a guide online of the map of Triran and updated regularly of where people had seen the Heroes. It wasn't spot on, but it helped. When you made a plan to make an ice sculpture, you didn't want any heroes with any fire capabilities, or if they had laser eye beams.

I knew that Toxic, a villain who had control of poisons, had been waiting on a plan for the last two and half years, but whenever he was ready to unleash it, some unfortunate thing had happened and some hero came in that would upset his plan. We all had made fun about, but we all knew what it was like to wait out a hero.

It was a pain, that much I can tell you.

Another reason as to why I was in here, instead of doing chores, was that I didn't make an appearance last night. I had slept for a full nine hours before I had another wake up call at some ungodly hour. It felt great, yeah, but I kept on itching for a fight. I knew if I continued, I'd steam until I found some outlet, so sitting here in the dark was one of the better ways of controlling myself.