Being Good

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Comet came bursting into the boy's room. "I can't do this!" She cried. Universal shot up off the floor, Aster looked up from his bed, Korey dropped his book, and Meteor glanced at her from the corner.

"And what exactly are you not able to do?" Aster rubbed his head.

"I can't do the heist. I don't care if they're counting on us! I can't! I don't want to be a villain I want to be good." Comet looked at her friends helplessly. "Don't you guys want to be good too?"

The group kinda looked at each other. They didn't know. The thought made their hearts jump. Universal could learn the truth about other worlds. Aster could date Bomb. Korey could play the sports he loved. Meteor could heal from years of abuse. They could blossom into the people their parents hated. The people they wanted to be.

"I want to stay here," Aster spoke up first. "I want to live without being scared." He got up off his bed. "I want to be good too."

Universal stood too. "Being here on Xandar is an opportunity to prove to our parents that we can be as evil as they are. But it's also an opportunity to be who we want to be, and helping my father destroy this planet and these people is not that." She turned to Aster and Comet. "I want to be good."

Korey put his book down. "Running and chasing down people for their money is all fun and games, but so are actual games. Games that I'm actually good at. If being good is all I have to do to be able to do what I love, then I'll be good."

They all turned to Meteor. His stance on the floor had remained. "I don't know who I am. I don't know what I am. All I know is, I want to be able to learn who that is." With his hand on the wall he stood up slowly. "I want to be good."

The friends stood staring at each other around the room. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, it felt freeing.

"So were really doing this?" Comet asked. The others smiled and nodded. The joy of their decision overwhelming them.

"Hell yeah!" Korey shouted. The villain kids threw themselves into hugging each other and jumping like excited children. And in reality they kinda were. Excited at their new lives. Excited at their new opportunities. Excited that after so long their parents were the farthest from their minds.

The End

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