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...
James Cartier | "The Nothing" powers: invisibility
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James sat in the uncomfortable chairs in the auditorium. The squeaks from the rusted chairs echoed through the large room, making James cringe.
He had to crane his neck to watch students scurry across the stage. He almost laughed as he remembered being the stagehand in theater- what a handful. When the maroon curtains closed to shield the stagehands James looked down.
Picking at his cuticles he noticed people's shoes as they walked down the aisle. He wrinkled his nose at how the blue carpet had turned an almost grey color.
Nasty.
Beat up pair of blue converse, dark black pair of doc martins, chequered black and white vans,
and a pair of suede beige heels.
The pair of heels clicked by him, taking the one of the only seats available- to the left of James, followed by a pair of dusted up black Nike sneakers.
Strands of blonde hair glittered in James' peripheral vision, but he didn't look up. James blamed it on the 'interesting' floor rather than the bubbly voice beside him. A black rucksack fell next to the heels. It looked stuffed to the brim, like a turkey on thanksgiving.
The person in heels was conversing with the one in sneakers about some party occurring later tonight.
"You gonna take Tanner?" A deep voice asked, seemingly amused for a reason James didn't understand.
"Of course not," a sarcastic voice peeped out and blanched, " That guy is the literal definition of douche. Look it up in the dictionary, it'll be Tommy I-undress-you-with-my-eyes."
The deep voice let out a laugh and James finally recognized it. None other than Nickolas Mendez- lacrosse player and jokester extraordinaire.
"Okay, now you have to be doing that on purpose."
"What, I can't help it," the bubbly voice said between chuckles, "Turner's just so cliche it's sickening. At least let me have some fun"
James held back a smile as he picked up his head. He looked around at the sea of students packed in the auditorium. With the whole school in it, the room made him feel quite claustrophobic.
He pulled on the sleeves of his hoodie as the cold air blasted through the room.
It's fucking October, when are they going to turn the heat on?
The murmuring of students diminished as the principal- clad in a business suit and slicked back salt and pepper hair- stomped onto the center of the stage.
"Students may you please- Hey you, one in the red, can you get me a microphone?" He directed toward a cowering stagehand.
James picked up on the light laughter from Nickolas and when he felt a slender finger poke him in the arm.
