Villain

My dark black wings shined in the moonlight as I flew across the night sky. My fire red eyes glowed like torches. I scoured the city; my house was full of precious stolen treasures, so I had no need to steal tonight. I saw a young man about 18 or so; my age, and grinned wickedly. I’m going to have a little fun.

                I leaned on the brick wall; my leather clothes reflected the street lamp across from me. I had my favorite knee length black boots on with a black mini skirt, a black tank top covered by my leather jacket, hiding my wings. My blonde hair was flowing with the wind. I bowed my head because I was grinning like crazy. The young man came up to me he was smiling seductively.

                “Hey, what is a beautiful dame like you doing out here so late?” He took his hands out of his leather jacket pocket and rested it on my arm. I shook it off quickly; being touched is not something I enjoyed.

                “I should ask you the same question.” I looked up at him. My smile was literally to my ears. I opened my eyes wide and my hair grew to an extreme length; now swirling and twisting all around me. My wings ripped my jacket as they grew to their full length. The man fell backwards from shock and his face was frozen in terror. I took a step towards him tilting my head to the side making my already creepy face even creepier. He tried to crawl away unable to tear his eyes from mine.  I took one more step…

                 I was pummeled to the ground my head hitting with such force, the cement on the sidewalk cracked. I opened my eyes, now boring into Angels. My face turned back to normal as I just whipped my wings forward, manipulating the wind to push Angel off of me.

                “Still weaker than me, huh?” I asked smiling sarcastically.

                “Still scaring innocent people, huh?” She shot back.

                “He might not have been innocent.” The man I was torturing got up still terrified and ran away quickly. I pouted out my lower lip. “You let him get away.”

                Angel rolled her eyes, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Her bright white wings brought out the baby blue in her eyes and her black hair fell strait to her waist. Her face was soft and kind looking, while mine was hardened and evil. She had always been the preppy one, the one whom everyone liked.

                “So… sssssister.” I said hissing the s. “What brings you here? A need to check up on me? Your little sister can handle her own.” I said, stopping the sentence in a harsh tone. She looked straight into my eyes, not daring to look away, she was fast; but I was faster and she knew that I would be gone in a second if she even blinked. Her eyes were full of pity for me. I just scowled.

                “You know being a hero has its advantages, Blast. You can still change.” She said hopefully. I looked right into her soul.

                “Maybe, but being the villain, is a lot more fun.”