Light Beam and Dark Thunder were always meant to be on opposite sides. Enemies with a past and no possible future.
Superhero. Supervillain.
Righteous. Nefarious.
Popular. Infamous.
But there was only one little problem with that: they liked their...
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"Dark?" I said, hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"I think I've changed my mind." I fidgeted with my fingers impatiently. I felt myself getting uncomfortable at the thought of entering a Supervillain hideout.
"What do you mean?" He arched an eyebrow at me. He wasn't having it. He wasn't going to listen to me. He had taken his decision.
"I don't want to do this today." I had overestimated myself. I wasn't ready!
Hell, I wasn't even close to being ready.
The fact that I was actually going to this super secret supervillain hideout just made this feel more real. It was happening. I had convinced him to let me go with him? This was odd and shouldn't have been happening! He wasn't supposed to agree so soon?
It was the kind of real I wasn't prepared for.
"No, you said you're ready, there's no turning back now." He shook his head. He knew this would happen! He had me all figured out didn't he? He knew that it was an impulsive decision.
"Dark, I think I'm going to throw up." This had to work.
"Then throw up. Here." He handed me an empty paper bag. This was his own way of torturing me. Of taking revenge.
"Your car will stink for weeks." Nothing? He wasn't giving me anything!
"Don't worry about it." He offered me a concerned smile.
"I don't have a mask." I blurted. I couldn't go there.
"No. You don't. Being a supervillain means you're a part of something bigger than yourself. It means you trust these people. Because irrespective of your past, you have one common goal now. No two supervillains ever have the same exact goal. Even if they work together, there's always going to be a certain level of disagreement. That's considered normal. Don't worry about it. Nobody's going to kill you unless you piss them off. Don't piss anybody off." He was trying really hard to make it not seem like a bad place? But he wanted me to feel like it was a bad place?
This form of torture was true to his nature.
But he seemed to have a deep understanding of the whole place. Of being a supervillain. He knew what it meant. He was good at it, despite having a terrible record. He was fully aware of the fact that we were eerily similar in ways neither of us wanted to think about.
"Dark. I'm an ex superhero." I was worried. To say the least.
"You know Light, we're all superheroes, really. In our own heads we're the most important people. Superheroes of our own narratives. In my mind, everything I do is justified, it has a clear purpose and if not at least I had fun doing it. If nothing else, at least in my own head I am a superhero." That hardly made it easier. I could think of at least a few people who would be more than happy to dismember me.
