Rewriters [Completed]

Chapter 28: Julia Speaks

Out of the three members of the Vanguards of Vale, Crimson Flare was the worst. "Worst", meaning his control in his power and that he had something personal against Lysa. At this point, she couldn't remember anything useful about it.

In many times when she was cornered, she would lose sense of herself, focusing solely on survival. That was when the fire wielding superhero would get frustrated and burn down the building. Fortunately, the buildings were abandoned.

Lysa had forgotten the consequences of her, the worst supervillain in Vale, trying to live normally. Other people paid for it. Even the Vanguards of Vale. What would happen to them now?

Walking out on the streets did not feel as safe as before. Everywhere she went, there were police officers, doing random spot checks.

"Excuse me, miss." Lysa looked up, not realising that one of them was in front of her. "Your identification, please."

She just froze there, unable to say anything. Was there something the police have to find out if a person was a super? What if he found out?

"I'm sorry, sir." Much to her surprise, James came out of nowhere with a skateboard under his arm. "My friend here has very bad anxiety when meeting strangers."

Quietly, he told her to do as the officer said.

Somehow, she managed to move and handed her ID to the officer, who seemed to rather understanding.

"Greentown? I see, you are not around here," the officer commented. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. It's a safety precaution because our town isn't quite normal."

He laughed, but Lysa and James didn't.

"Thank you for your time," he said, leaving.

When the officer was far enough, she let out the breath she was holding.

"Luckily, that was the good one," James commented, his expression unreadable. "Heading to the bookstore?"

Lysa nodded.

"I'm going there too."

"Thank you..."

"It's nothing," James said causally.

Why did he appear out of a sudden? The timing seemed too perfect, as if he was...

Lysa glanced at him. His face was apathetic, sometimes even unreadable, but it seemed to know something she doesn't. Could she trust him? What if he already knew?

Ever since that new law, it made her more paranoid but mostly guilty. A part of her wanted to turn herself in and submit herself to whatever happens next. Probably death or life imprisonment, confined to a straight jacket and a white room for the rest of her life.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Lysa didn't respond immediately. "Do you really think I'm a good person?"

James hummed. "Yes. I've said it before."

She remembered that from many months ago. What exactly did he know?

"Sorry... that was a weird question to ask," Lysa mumbled, lowering her head.

"There's no problem."

At the bookstore, Lysa was relieved to see Sam there. A bright side among everything that was happening.

When James and herself entered, Carol was fussing over Sam while he stood there awkwardly.

"I'm glad you are okay."

Sam simply nodded before turning around to cough.

"Hey," Lysa greeted him. "Are you okay?"