Not All Heroes Wear Capes

Chapter 2

It had been another two weeks since he'd seen Super Bitch, as Rye was now calling him, absolutely sticking to his word and learning everything he could to deliver on his promise. He was hanging out with Mikey in his room, eating pasta on his bed while he searched through social media. He was still trying to find out more information on the blond bastard, he was able to find some of his profiles fairly easy through mutual friends but he didn't have much public and what he could see didn't really tell him anything.

"Mate if you're gonna stalk him, add him as a friend. You don't have your pic or real name up anyways," Mikey told him without looking up from his laptop.

Rye started speaking through a mouthful of pasta, "Yeah but he already expects this he's not gonna add me and risk exposing himself, he's not that stu--well, I don't think he's that stupid."

He was still planning his first strike, hoping that the wait and preparation would be worth it.

At this point, if it wasn't something big he wasn't sure the point would be clear enough. He had already promised him hell and if he couldn't make it reign down on him he knew he was going to regret his own words.

Knowing that he couldn't proceed without more information, Rye reluctantly added him as a friend. He was jolted just moments later when he got the notification that his request was accepted and messenger had connected.

Mikey looked over at Rye as he got the second surprises of the night: Andy messaged him. He heard the familiar sound and knew exactly what it was, "What did he say?"

"Uh, he...you know that one pic I have up that's actually sort of me?" Rye asked, still in shock.

"You mean the gratuitous ab selfie?" Mikey asked rather intrigued by where the conversation was going.

"Yep...that's the one," Rye set his phone on his lap, screen down. He wasn't really sure what to do with this.

"What about it?" Mikey closed his laptop, and sat forward in his seat, eagerly awaiting the answer because he knew it was about to be good.

Rye stammered for a moment, unsure if he should say it, even though it wasn't indecent by any means it was...somehow Not what he was expecting.

He held the phone out and Mikey leaned forward to read.

hey sorry do we know each other? i don't recognize your name. i was trying to figure out by your pictures but all i saw was some really fit abs, presumably yours haha

"Rye I was honestly expecting something wildly different, this is pretty tame," Mikey said, a little confused as to why he was reacting this way. He had known Rye to receive some interesting messages from time to time, quite a few less innocent and certainly some not nearly as polite.

Mikey leaned back in his seat, watching as Rye struggled to find words.

"No, you don't know this guy, he—listen this is too nice he must be onto me," Rye said and then took a bite of pasta, "this guy doesn't know how to be a decent human being, so it's either that or somebody is using his picture to catfish people."

Mikey sighed and covered his face with his hands, "Have you considered he may not be as bad as you're making him out to be?"

Rye stared blankly at Mikey for a solid five seconds, setting down his bowl of pasta.

"Michael that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard."