Antagonist.

Prologue: Her

The hero threw the villain against a wall. "I don't know who you think you are, but this ends now." She growled.

Divergence raised a sly eyebrow, despite the pain in her back. She was trying her best to be confident, but this young hero made it difficult. "Oh, does it now?" She smirked, grazing gentle fingers across Valkyrie's cheek, loving the way the hero's round face flushed.

The name Valkyrie was beautiful to Divergence. The way she'd earned it was a spectacular tale. The whole town witnessed the first time she used her powers in public. It had been like a star exploded, sparkling and golden; a wave of energy and light. The city decided on the name "Valkyrie" from Norse mythology.

That was recaptured in her eyes. A supernova of gold, orange, and hints of electric blue, like lightning. It temporarily distracted Divergence of the problem at hand. But she was brought back to reality as Valkyrie pressed a blade to her throat.

"How dare you! You will regret that, you pedazo de mierda!" The hero hissed, the color in her face still not quite there.

The villain laughed, despite the axe at her throat. "That's rather uncalled for," Her hands glowed purple and green as she waved away the axe, sending it flying across the room, "I feel you haven't been a hero long enough to tell me what to do, Miss Val." She tried out the nickname, smiling at the sound of it. She walked away from Valkyrie, stopping in the center of the room. Divergence grinned at the axe made of light embedded in the wall. "You should be more careful with your weapons, little hero. The wrong person–" she stuck out a hand and the axe flew to her, her hair blowing to the side with the rush of air, but then settling around her again, "–could use them against you."

Valkyrie looked mesmerized at first, but then her eyes widened as she began to panic. The moment of panic was brief but Divergence saw it and smiled.

A weakness. All heroes and villains have them. And Valkyrie? She'd only been a hero for a few months now and was scared. Divergence, on the other hand, was more experienced. She'd been doing the villain gig for two years, and wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty.

"So yes, how dare I offend you! Whatever shall you do?" Divergence stood before Valkyrie, grinning maliciously, "Are you going to go run to your mother?" She changed herself into looking like the hero, for she was a shapeshifter and absolutely loved using this form of trickery, "Mommy! That horrid villain stole my weapon!" She turned back, laughing to herself.

During this whole charade, Valkyrie was looking more and more indignant, which just amused Divergence expenitially. "Indeed, go cry to mother, little hero. Go cry." She broke the axe over her knee, her eyes flashing green and purple.

*****

Divergence walked with her head low, silver-gray eyes illuminated by each passing set of headlights. It went like this night after night, as this so-called villain wandered the streets, hoping for a set of glistening, golden eyes to sweep over her own, or a shock of strawberry blonde hair to walk past. But every night, her heart sunk further, and this rainy world's dull hues refused to open up and reveal her hero in hiding. It seemed that maybe it was best to leave it unsearched for; unknown. Until now...

*****

It's been two years since Valkyrie and I first met. We've fought plenty of times over the years, but I haven't seen her in several months. I've been stuck fighting all these other sorry little skanks in her absence. I suppose that may just need to cause a ruckus that will catch her attention. I need a plan. I smile as the perfect idea comes together in my mind. All I need to do is to spring the perfect trap.