"So....you're a supervillain."
"Yes."
"And you have telekinesis."
"Well...sort of."
"And this house is owned by you."
"That's right."
"I don't feel very good." Amira did look a little green, sitting in the plush chair previously occupied by the mysterious red-haired woman.
"Listen, Amira, I know this is really shocking, but you can't tell anybody. I never do anything harmful in my crimes. And I'm kind of like Robin Hood. I only steal from the rich. And I donate 10% to charity. They think I'm an extremely rich widow."
"I-I don't know, Carina...Mom and Dad should probably know about this." I fought the urge to yell a her. It would go against her entire nature to keep this a secret. She was the perfect child, always achieving incredible grades and test scores, and never putting a toe out of line. I knew how hard this was for her.
"Just..please, Amira. You have no idea how much this means to me." I looked up at her, and saw the struggle in her eyes. "Oh, fine, but just promise me, if you EVER need any help, you'll come to me." I smiled. "It's a deal!"
2 hours later
I frantically ran around the basement, sketching layouts of the Imperial Bank of Aurath, texting Misty, and answering e-mails from my partner on the biology assignment.
"Well, at least you're alone this time," I heard, and looked up. The red haired woman was standing there, a smirk on her face.
I slowly put down my phone. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" "Well, Carina, I'm Wraith, and I would like to invite you to join Villains and Disrupters of Aurath, or VDA."
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As Opposed to Friends
ActionHeroes and villains have been enemies for as long as anyone can remember. It's just nature. But not Misty and Carina. They have been best friends for as long as anyone can remember. Not that anyone complains, of course. Their fights are more like da...
