Unconventional Love

Two

I clenched my fists and glared. No less than two days passed and my idiot rival attacked the city. "Listen, don't make this harder than it was to be." I jutted my chin out and glared at the man in front of me.

He ignored me and with a snap of his fingers, a ring of what I assumed was energy circled me, leaving my arms from moving. He mimicked my phrase from before when I struggled to get free. "What are you? A preschooler?". He mimicked me again. I am positive my eyes changed color, from dark brown to grey, which insinuated I was using my power.

With a movement of my head, a lamppost went flying towards him. I had no idea what to call him, considering his suit was just black and blue with no initial or anything. I mean what kind of lame villain doesn't have a name? We have been fighting for a good few months and no name.

His concentration must have vanished when the lamppost hit him because my arms and legs were free. He rubbed his head and pointed at a building. I am positive my face had that 'what is wrong with you' look on it. I moved my head so I could see and immediately groaned when a huge ball of energy came flying at me. I jumped out the way quickly but fell on my face. I glanced to where the ball of energy hit, and a huge pothole was made.

That fall really hurt and I'm grateful that the energy surge didn't hit me. I rolled over and watched as power surged into him. His eyes were a glowing, vivid, yellow. I squeezed my eyebrows together and mustered up enough power to through him into a wall. "Ha!" I ran over to where I thought I threw him and yelled out in anger when he was gone. Only thing there was a business card.

The name is Vice, it will be my pleasure destroying your city.

I took in a deep breath and ripped up the card. What an idiot. Seriously. What kind of villain is named Vice. I walked behind a building and checked for anyone watching, I pressed my logo on the suit and instead of spandex, I was in jeans and a tee.

I glanced down at my watch, the glass was shattered, with one of the hands missing. I grew extremely angry. The type of anger that makes you irrational. The kind of anger that makes you want to hurt anyone in a 5 foot radius. In a rush of anguish, I threw the watch onto the floor, further breaking it.

When I fell earlier, it must have broke. My Mom gave it to me before she passed away. I sucked in a deep breath to prevent any tears to come down my face. Walking slowly to my car, I checked my phone.

One Message from Malik:
Hey babe, heard there was an attack by your work...you good?

I quickly replied that I was fine and headed home to take a long needed nap. News of attack sure does travel quick.

I grabbed a random tank top and shorts. I felt chilly, so I walked to the thermostat and hit it a few times, hoping for it to work. I rolled my eyes at the piece of crap, it's summer but yet it feels like it could snow any second.

I played a random song and began cooking. I know I said that I was going to take a nap, but I don't really feel like it anymore. I grabbed the ingredients for lasagna;Malik's favorite.

The door unlocked and I gave a smile. "How was practice?" He groaned and flopped on the couch. "We have a new choreographer and she is brutal. If you don't do it her way, she won't let you compete." I hummed and walked over to him. I made a waving moment with my hand that signaled him to move over.

He placed his head in my lap and I caressed his hair. "You hair is getting long." He leaned into me and mumbled in my stomach. "Do you want me to cut it?" I chuckled at how he was acting. "That choreographer seems tough, haven't seen you like this since college graduation."

I felt him smile and I shook my head at the memory. He was so stressed. He thought he didn't have a good enough GPA to graduate but did. "Love, I was wondering if tomorrow you wanted to watch practice. See your hunk of a boyfriend dance and get his ass chewed off."

"That would amusing, sounds good." A timer went of, signaling that the food was done. I ruffled his hair. "I made your favorite."

He noticeably perked up and followed me to the little kitchen. He insisted on serving us and he gave me my plate first and I teased him on how he was such a gentleman.

"So, this choreographer, what is she like, besides being a hard ass?" He shook his head before answering, "I don't know her well since she is new but she is blonde and tall. She seems to get along with everyone aside from the fact she is a freakin' perfectionist."

I nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "How was your day Ele?"
I shrugged. "I was worried about you, I saw an article about a fight going on outside you work."

"Yeah, just an idiot fighting The Masked Protector." At my words, his lips thinned slightly but he nodded in what I assumed was understanding.

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