Heroic Villains: Toxic Hero

4) Puppet Master

First POV skips between Clover and Vast’s to periodically to be pointed out. It even happens in the middle of some paragraphs. Surprisingly I didn’t notice until I went over for like the third time in editing. However don’t get your hopes up that this book is perfect because of how many times I’ve looked it over. I’m horrible at editing so this novel is still going to be rife with errors. I’m sorry but I don’t have an editor working with me, I’ve had five or six offer to work with me then just drop off the face of the Earth. I chock it up to how much work I give them with my awful grammar mistakes.

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Clover & Vast

  Clover and Vast walked over and sat down at a small round table in front of Vast’s favorite hangout. It was right across the street from a bar named Hero’s Hangout. Vast was sure real heroes used its basement as an actual hero hangout. Clover wasn’t too convinced. It was closed at the moment though people were going in and out at what seemed random.

  “See hero, hero, hero, side kick and hero.” He labeled the random people as they walked in. Clover took a drink from the coffee he had in a paper cup with the coffee shops logo splattered on it, Java Shake.

  “You just said that one was a sidekick.” Clover commented as Vast pointed to a tall blond leaving the hangout tugging a black bag along with her mumbling insults to the person that put her up to the task.

  “Did I? Hmm…Well she’s hot.” Vast commented as he watched the woman disappear down the alley way.

  “If you say so…” Clover mumbled not bothering to look. Vast sighed and noticed someone then stepping out of the Hero’s Hangout and his eyes brows raised in surprised interest. The man noticed him and smiled, Vast looked to his brother who hadn’t noticed the man yet.

  Clover fidgeted as people stared at him, the memories of the night flashing in his mind. He looked down at his hands half hidden in his sleeves which he kept picking at the fraying threads. Vast leaned back and sighed.

  “Don’t even think about it.” He said giving his brother a sidelong glance though he kept watching the man who was deciding if he should walk over or not. Clover bit his lip, remembering the promise to not use his powers for a month.

  “I know,” Clover commented simply glaring at one of the girls who snapped a picture of them. Vast smirked.

  “Relax Clove, They’re into you.”

  “They don’t have to be such creeps about it.” Clover looked back down to his hands. The table in front of him wobbled as Vast placed his arms on it and leaned forward.

  “Come on Clover, stop being a hermit.” Vast only got a glare in response. Vast sighed his shoulder’s sagging, “Honestly, why can’t you loosen up for once?” He pouted in a way Clover had seen girls drool over; Clover wasn’t won over so easily. “Just, smile for once.” Vast tried watching as Clover sighed in defeat and leaned back draping an arm across the back rest and slackly crossed his ankles. The girls snapped more pictures as Clover gave Vast a lazy smile for a brief moment.

  “Better?” Clover asked looking to his brother’s smug face. Clover frowned realizing what Vast was doing, “Bite me.” Vast laughed as Clover returned to his sulking position and Mave walked up.

  “Well if it isn’t the magnificent Mave. I hear you pioneered the word ‘after burn’ for the hero power side effects or something.” Vast used his nick name the pressed used for the lab’s owner’s son. Mave chuckled awkwardly.