The Villain Romantic

What I Do

I walk to the railway by myself.

Theres always a fuss over my paperwork when I leave. All year long, were not allowed to talk about these projects to anybody. I just sign myself out of the hotel and leave.

'She is a strange customer,' on of the receptionist women said as I leave. They're sitting on rocking chairs. ' Comes and goes almost everyday.'

The other woman doesn't even care.

I should start by explaining myself. My name is Olivia. Olivia Tralein. An unnecessary fact, I know. But still. I am not allowed to talk about what I am writing here to anybody. But if I stay like this I might not be able to keep quiet. I need to tell people about me. About what I do. About people like me. I am not trying to protect the world from people like us. Oh no. That would be the last thing I would want. The only thing I am trying to do is protect myself from dying keeping a secret like this.

I work in a villain company. It doesn't make sense. I know. But what I don't know is how to put it in proper words. I don't think a "Villain Company" makes sense. But it is what it is. The company is called Johnsons' EYE VILL Care Org. 

You must've already cracked the code. Eye Vill? Get it. 

I don't know whose idea was to name it something this stupid but apparently somebody decided to do it. And here I am .

I didn't choose to work in Eye Vill, They chose me. It is a long story, but along this book I will tell you. I just hope you guys survive what you are about to read.

Because really, please, I beg you keep this between us.

I dont want anybody else knowing about what I am telling you right here but...

Here We Go.

Its the weekend. I am on the train back home from around like a month of villain training. I have no idea what to call it, so I will just call it Villain Training.

So as I was on that train I noticed one very astonishing thing. I noticed this small kid sitting on a seat playing with his iPad. I mean, thats not astonishing. Whats astonishing is that there is no adult around that kid, that means this kid had travelled alone from Pittsburg. What? And as far as I know. Well, the only stop we had was Johnsons.

I asked him, 'Are you from Eye-Vill?'

'Yes.'

'But like you are so extremely young?'

He just stared at me and didn't say anything. While staring at him, I noticed that he is wearing lenses. He tried really hard to blend them in as normal as possible but there is a small circuit showing from beneath his lens.

He is an android, I realised.

'Am I?'

'You are an android aren't you? What model are you? I don't think I have seen such advanced androids anywhere, let alone around here.'

'Well, I am one of the Johnsons own creations. They made me to be used in the most dangerous of plans.'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, I guess you will never know now' he said as he got off from his seat and the train stopped. His stop had come. 

I saw him get out of that door and before the train started again he gave me an extremely sly look. He then turned around and left. There was something very suspicious about that kid.