Good vs Evil, Superhero vs Supervillain.
This is how is was.
Until she broke the definition of evil. Until he broke the definition of good. Until she snapped. Until he disappeared. Until she ran away.
Until they all had enough of their lives.
As the...
"Yours is a story, so brave and so true. And life is awaiting, the hero in you." - unknown
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Wind whips Kip's face as she leans into the turn on the track, her sneakers barely able to keep up with her.
Her long, pin straight hair was tied into a chaste ponytail at the top of her head, and she could feel the ends tearing at her face as she ran.
She snapped out of her trance that she usually got in when running, that turned what was suppose to be a short one mile run today into three, so Kip slowed to a jog and surveyed the grounds around her.
Although it was chilly, green stalks of grass peeked up between the sidewalks littered with multicolored leaves, pairing with the little peaks of a setting sun over grey clouds, showing it was fall.
Kip noticed that the lacrosse players had come to practice on the turf that the track surrounded, and came to stop. She brought her shirt up to wipe of the traces of any sweat when she heard a wolf whistle from behind her.
She dropped her shirt and unconsciously fixed her ponytail before glaring over her shoulder at the culprit of the whistle. As she made eye contact with a certain pair of grey eyes, she tensed.
"Did you know you have abs?" The voice said, coming to stand beside Kip.
Kip rolled her eyes and started to walk toward the bleachers, where she left her athletic bag.
"Go away Nickolas. Don't you have practice or someone else to bother?" Kip deadpanned, not wanting to socialize with the bane of her existence.
"If you bothered to look around, you'd notice that we've been done," Nickolas smiled before turning and poking Kip on the forehead, "but you were too busy running on the track to notice."
Kip scoffed and flicked his finger away. "It's called a runner's trance."
Nickolas shook his head, smiling for some reason. "If you want me to go away you shouldn't be conversing with me."
Her muscles tensed but Kip sat down on the bench and she reached into the bag to grab her water. She gulped down some water, wiping the remnant off her mouth with the back of her hand.
Kip looked up, finally acknowledging the boy in front of her. He had a gray practice jersey on that matched his eyes, clad with blue shorts. The colors seemed to make the fire tattoos that ran along his arms pop.
"Where's your helmet?"Kip asked, giving into her curiosity. She watched as he flicked his damp hair out of his vision, looking at how the barely there sun created a red halo around his head.
"Like I said, we're just messing around." Nickolas said before sitting down next to Kip. He plucked her water bottle out of her hands and downed it.
