"Who are you?" the supervillain asks. His breathless voice is surprisingly soft.
I slam my hands on either side of him, leaning in so close my nose touches his mask. I'm the taller one. "It's 'Please Don't Kick My Sorry Butt,' but you can call me 'Too late, I Already Did.' "
And I have to admit, that one I'm a little too proud of.
***Hey, hey! Now a Wattpad featured story!***
The superheroes are gone.
For as long as Monet can remember, a league of superheroes has guarded her city. They were the citizens' idols, guardians, and best friends. Then, only months ago, those same heroes poofed, leaving the population at the mercy of a supervillain known as 'Masquerade.'
As teen reporter and self-proclaimed defender of truth, justice, and the American way, Monet Jackson vows to do anything to find the heroes. And that "anything," unfortunately, includes taking a dip in a vat of toxic chemicals, being fired, and being hunted by Masquerade himself.
But someone's gotta protect the city, and she might as well write a blog about it.
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WHAT'S INSIDE:
1 Kick-butt heroine
+1 Love Triangle... or ...Love Quadrilateral... or... Love Dodecahedron
+School Drama
+Action Sequences
+Too Many Puns
+Plot Twists
+ Cliffhangers
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COMPLETE
"I've tried telling them I'm only fifteen. That no sane government would force a boy my age to fight crime. 'But Max, you're a superhero! Isn't this what you want?' Actually, no. I just kind of want to get through high school. Then we'll talk about this 'superhero' business."
Max Owens is your average high school sophomore.
Well, he tries to be, at least.
At fifteen, he's got more important things to do than fight the infamous Vinicus Cauldwell. With his single mother having recently lost her job, Max is determined to help his family get back up on its feet. The publicity and pressure that comes with being a superhero would be too much to handle right now. But it's hard to fly under the radar, when you can literally fly.
Meanwhile, Vinicus Cauldwell enjoys the power he has as Murkbourne's most feared super-villain. For once, he can sit back and relax without being pestered by the police. That is, until Max arrives. Vinicus isn't happy about having to fight a child, but he can't let Max find out. After all, super-villains can't be "good people"... Can they?
We can't all be born heroes. But most of us are Heroes at Heart.
(Based on a writing prompt / story request by tumblr user "fallingivy")