A red light filled the tower as the claxon siren sounded off. Three people in bright colored spandex rounded the corner of a hallway, nearly stumbling over some loose debris.

"How can he be this strong?" Shouted a woman in pink. "He's just some fossil!" A large beam fell from the ceiling, blocking their path.

"I don't think we have time to find out, Autumn." Said the oldest boy of the group. Looking around, he noticed an open elevator shaft. "This way!" He proclaimed. The shaft was empty, but the three of them leapt into it anyway. They quickly began to float up through the tight space, arriving at the roof.

"Oh God," said the thinnest hero. "What do we do?" The more muscular man looked down at him, trying to mask the fear clearly presented on his face.

"It'll be okay, Issac." He said, attempting to sound brave. "We haven't lost to Tregus yet." As he said this, a large dent was made in the metal door cutting off the roof entrance. Autumn's hands began to glow with orange energy.

"Carter," she said. "If you have a plan, now would be a good t-" The sound of breaking metal filled the air. From the hole that used to be a door, stepped a completely black figure, highlighted by red pulsating light. Issac jumped Infront of Carter and Autumn, expanding his arms.

"Stay away from my friends you evi-" Isaac's sentence was cut off by the sound of cracking bone. In an instant, Isaac's head had been turned backwards by a massive shadowy hand. Breaking his neck. Autumn began to scream, and shot her energy bolts at the black and red mass. That is until a spike of dark energy pierced her throat. As her body fell to the ground, Carter had to fight against the coming vomit.

"Just one left." The dark mass said. Carter launched from the roof, attempting to escape. It was no use, however. As he took off, the dark mass sprouted what seemed to be wings and followed suit. The chase didn't last more than two minutes before a shadowy hand grabbed Carter's leg and slammed him back onto the roof. "You self absorbed, power abusing, civilian harming, sorry excuse for a C class hero!" Carter tried to fly away, but the dark mass just broke his legs before he could take off.

"What are you doing, Tregus?!" Carter shouted desperately. "Those were my friends! You killed them!" The dark mass shifted into the shape of a man in a tailored suit. He walked towards Carter, picking him up and throwing him onto Autumn's body.

"Two weeks ago, you and your tactless allies raided a coffee shop." Tregus said, aproaching Carter yet again. "You didn't know for sure if I owned it or not, but you had a hunch that it was a front for something." He grabbed Carter by his hair and started dragging him to the edge of the building. "Only one person was working that night, so you and your pals thought it would be a great idea to break her hands for information. Didn't make any difference, though. She didn't know anything, and what she did tell you was just a lie to get you to stop."

"We didn't want it to come to that! The bitch wouldn't tell us what we wan-AHHHHH!" Carter screamed as both of his hands were broken.

"Call her a bitch again, and you'll end up like Issac over there!" Tregus took a moment to compose himself. "Did you know that Cathy loved to play piano? She had a full ride scholarship to Juliard of all places. It would have been her one chance to leave this godforsaken city. Of course, that's not an option anymore because of you three." Tregus lifted Carter's body over the edge of the building by the hair, and gave him a look even more frightening than the fall. "You can tell me which police officers helped you raid the shop, and I'll kill you quickly. Or you can keep it to yourself, and I'll let gravity do the job." Tears started to run down Carter's face.

"Officers Mehs, Vasquez, and Banks!" He shouted. "They acted without the precinct's permission, and blocked the streets so nobody would walk up on us!" Carter's face turned white, as he began to bawl. "Now please, don't let me fall! Please!" Tregus smiled, with a sinister joy.

"No!" Carter screamed louder than he ever thought he could as Tregus let go of him. After five feet, however he felt a soft pad on the ground. He opened his eyes to see his hands and legs were perfectly fine. In fact, he wasn't even scratched. He was sitting on a red foam pad, in what looked like a gym. As he looked up, he noticed the three Glocks pointed at him. Tregus stood next to the officers, chuckling. "I'm not some demon, kiddo. My powers are dream based. Your friends are alive, and completely unharmed." Tregus began to walk away.

"YOU BASTARDS!" Carter shouted. "HOW COULD YOU SIDE WITH HIM? HE'S A SUPER VILLAIN!"

"Oh, I don't claim to be a saint." Tregus said before he left the room. "I am, however, far from evil. Say hello to your friends for me. They're waiting for you in the squad car." As Tregus walked down the street, he made for the coffee shop that the heroes had raided. In the dining area, sat Cathy, sipping on what looked to be a peppermint mocha. She grasped the cup with both of her palms, her fingers outstretched away from it.

"Mr. Tregus." Cathy said with a smile. "What are you doing here?" Tregus smiled at her, grabbing a candy bar from the rack, and sitting a dollar on the counter.

"Miss Cathy," He said. "Those people who hurt you won't be causing anymore trouble." He showed her a photo from his phone of the three heroes in a squad car. "How long did the doctor say it would take?" He asked, in a conserned tone.

"Two years for the bones to heal fully." She said with a grimace. "Even then, it'll be ages before I can play again." She began to sniffle. "I just don't know how I'm going to keep working." Tregus reached into his coat pocket, producing a blank envelope.

"As luck would have it," he said "I already approved you for two years of PTO." He sat the envelope on the table, and got up from his seat. "Along with a nice bonus for your trouble. I took the liberty of opening it for you" He made his way for the door. Cathy grasped the envelope as well as she could, clearly shocked at it's contents. She may not make it to Juliard as soon as she wanted, but the city's supervillain would make sure she was comfortable while she waited.

What’s the protagonists power? I’m thinking something like luck but I’d be thrilled to know what you planned it to be. This is amazing

Part twooooo

Oh i thought you meant power rangers

I need a part 2. You are an amazing author and another part(s) would be awesome.

"Finally! Now, you can't break out. I've prepared for everything possible, from unexpected powers, to distractions, to plain incompetence! Now, he'll have to come save you!" The tall man exclaimed as the girl in front of him sat on the dusty floor beneath her with a yawn. She didn't seem too scared. If anything, she seemed bored.

"Yeah, that's really cool. Since this is my designated cell now, can we think about furnishing it? The ground kinda hurts my ass after a while," Eva suggested, frowning and looking up at him.

"H-huh? What? No!" The man roared again, stomping his foot like a child might. "This isn't your designated cell, especially since this is the last time you and Vindickate will ever roam the earth!" He finished with a specially evil laugh, one that the Eva couldn't help but assume he had been practicing for months- no, years.

"Yeah, that's great and all, but, why is it always me?" Eva began, exasperated. "You've got his mom, his sister, his brother, his stepdad, his grandmother, his boyfriend, his-"

"Woah, what? This is a trick. You're tricking me. Vindickate isn't... gay... You're his girlfriend, or fiancé, or something!" Voodoo stopped his pacing and almost tripped as the girl rattled off people who were probably much more worth kidnapping than herself. His boyfriend? The superhero was not gay. It was public knowledge that Evangeline Owens was Vindickate's loyal and beautiful girlfriend! Voodoo approached the cell and glared at the girl as she placed a hand on her cheek, holding her head up.

"Mm, it's a front. He's gay. What, you couldn't tell from the moniker? VinDickAte." Eva said slowly, standing up and placing a hand against the solid cell wall. "It's a play on word. His name is Vincent, and he... well, you get the rest." Voodoo couldn't believe it. All this time, he believed the man's name was Dick, or Richard, or something, but truly, it was because of his sexuality? "He named himself it in middle school as a joke, not thinking he'd actually become a superhero, but it stuck." Eva explained as the solid wall began to vibrate. Not enough for Voodoo to notice, but enough for Eva to and to put a smile on her face.

"That's... simply not true! So does he even care for you, Evangeline Owens?" Voodoo taunted, smirking. He leaned back and crossed his arms, as if that proved his point.

"Uhhh, yeah. I'd say so. I mean- we have known each other since we were in diapers, so..." Eva muttered, glancing up as the solid cell began to crack. Voodoo followed the girl's gaze and stepped back with unease.

"And I must say, Quintin. I am entirely too tired of this." With that, the cell crumbled to the floor, leaving nothing between the two. Eva took the shock as her chance to punch him and run for the escape. Hey, who knew! He hadn't prepared for secret powers after all!

With Quintin left to groan and mutter about his newly broken nose, Eva jumped out the nearest window, knowing she'd be just fine. Voodo's ego, however, might be a bit damaged.

The myst eats all it envelops, it started small, then it grew, it started out as just myst then gained intelligence. It started from nothing then felt hunger.

Mirror battle? Love it.

I have always been a supersticious person, my grandma always drilled into me the many supersticions of life, ya know; never walk under a ladder, if you spill salt throw some over your left shoulder, there are many more, but my current circumstances leave me in to much shock and with much bewilderment to tell you more. I have always had myself a little ritual when i went camping, not really sure why, it just something i have always felt the need to do, and its not something my grandma taught either. I set up my tent, mark where i am, than i dig my toilet, after all the other things are done and just before dark sets in (HAS to be right at dusk) i set up my campfire. I get 10-20 rocks of roughly the same size and shape, place them, collect the large sticks and place them in the circle of rocks. Than i place place the piece of firestarte abd some paper below and i start the fire and set up dinner, and the most crucial part is to always throw some food in the fire as an offering to the gods.

I can hear the brains ticking, why not prepare the setup beforehand or why not go somewhere you dont HAVE to do this stuff, nope cant do that, it causes a maddening physical itch to my brain, have do take it apart and do it all over againg tge "right" way otherwise, druves me mental, but ah well, im used to it now.

Now on to tonjghts dilemma that started tgus little rant. Here behind me with food in my hand about to throw the food in fire to offer i hear "you know, this time, i would very much prefer my food un-burt." "Who the hell are you?" I yell. "Oh, thats my bad manners, i forgot to introduce myself." With a deep breath the person now in front of me continues; "I am Tyche."

My expression drops, full of shock, Tyche, i know who that is, but they are lying they have to be, i cant say who Tyche is either, because only iykyk and its bad luck to say. And for those interested Tyches looks were extroadinary, thats it, no words or colours can say it better, and i cant tell gender, because Tyche looked truely androdgynous.

After and interrogating Tyche, and finding no lies and everything i have ever heard to be true come out their mouth. I find myself in pure shock, sitting down having an amazing conversation, and dinner with Tyche, they apparently like duck, and are surprisingly not a fan of apples. Sorry folks thats all there is, because again iykyk, and my luck is good currently, i will say though, if you want to know, google is a great resource. Imma go see if Tyche likes Rum.......

I stormed back into my car as my staff were carried away by ambulances. I would wait there until the police investigation on my store would finish, so I could finish closing up for the day. Those bastards.. I didn't know what happened, only caught the tail end of it. I was coming back from my break when I saw that fucking 'superhero team' leaving with all the money in my cash register. They called themselves 'The Heroes Of Peace'. What kind of name was that, anyway? The fact that all four of them agreed to it was astounding. I looked up, realizing that I should probably head home, and that the police investigation on my store would most likely last several days. As I backed out of the lot where I my store was, I began imagining what I would do to them if I found them. I anticipated it greatly.

(A few days later).

I'm on a walk, sometime around midnight. A wanted poster catches my eye. The person on the poster is supposedly wanted for numerous murders, the victims all with their throats torn out. I scoff. These posters have been being put up for months, with no sign of stopping. Another sign of how incompetent these supposed heroes are. That's when I notice the first of their team, Thunderclap, also seemingly on a walk. I've seen them enough times without proper disguises to recognize them. I shift myself to look and sound like another team member, Captain Pyro. I walked up to them cheerfully. "Hey, buddy!" I call to them. They looked surprised. "What are you doing up this late, Pyro?" I smile. "Oh, nothing. Just having trouble sleeping. You?" "Same here." While they talk about whatever bullshit made them unable to sleep, I slowly drew the switchblade I always kept in my back pocket. I notice we're just reaching an alleyway. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" They blinked. "Sure." I shoved them into the alley and against a wall, flicking open my knife and driving it into their stomach. I now shift myself back to normal. Their eyes widen. "Wha- What the hell?!" They say, in shock. "Why did you destroy my pizza shop? Assault my coworkers?" "We- we-" They stop trying to think of panicked excuses and start to scream for help. I stop them, drawing the switchblade from their stomach and using it to remove their tongue. I now press the knife lightly to their throat as their eyes widen even more. "You know those police reports that have been being released, of all those missing people being found with their throats cut out?" Their eyes widen even more, as I whisper, with almost childlike glee. "I did that." I drew the knife across their throat. I wipe the knife across their shirt before pocketing it. I then hit them hard in their knee, causing them to fall. I turn and begin to walk away. I notice another one of the wanted posters. I grab it and look at it for a few moments. I smirk, before tossing it on Thunderclap's lifeless body.

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This is self-aware and humorous. And no, I'm not going to change my behavior because of it.

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I mean I actually do this, though the offering is to the fire itself. Every time I make s'mores at least one full s'more gets fed to the fire, as well as many marshmallows. Same when I cook anything over a fire. Probably stems from the scene in howls moving castle where he feeds calcifier during breakfast.

I love Sanderson, and Wit is my favorite character.

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When I saw Jeremy sitting against the wall with a hole in his arm, I knew who it was.

Those three idiots called themselves "SWAT Ops", and I was the "class 8" villain that the league assigned to them as training. It was a nice job, pretending to be some Doofenshmirtz impersonator to help new heros get used to their powers. It was fun, paid okay, and kept my city clean of major villains.

But these three... they were too much.

Cannon, a cyborg who fired energy blasts out of his arms, tended to use pigeons for target practice, and I had made sure to report it to the league when he started ignoring bystanders in our fights. He was the leader, and made sure people knew it.

Riot, whose powers allowed him to create shields of varrying sizes and materials depending on what he could access. He started out fine, but I had my doubts once he started using parts of buildings for his powers.

And Zapper, who could fire off small bolts from his body, was only about as stronger as a human tazer, until he started siphoning power from nearby buildings to amp up his voltage and amps.

They had started being trouble, but I was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. But this? Attacking a civilian worker in a bakery? MY BAKERY?! JUST CAUSE HE TOLD THEM TO LEAVE WHEN THEY WERE MAKING SOPHIE UNCOMFORTABLE?!! That was the limit.

We met up in the usual park we had our fights in, but I wasn't wearing the costume I usually did.

"What's with the get up, Breezie? You put on a little too much extra weight for the lab coat?" Cannon said, getting a laugh from his buddies.

"..." I merely kept walking towards them, my armor making light clanging noises with every step.

"Where's your newest gadget big guy? You forget it back at your ~secret lair~? We can wait for you to go get it!" Zapper said, a smirk on his face.

"Okay, what's with the wind today? You'd think a super-" That was the last thing Cannon said before a massive gust of wind slammed a tree into him.

"WHAT THE-" Zapper began, before getting slammed into a fence.

"What's going on?!" Riot shouted, barely standing his ground against the hurricane that was assaulting him.

"...My name isn't Breezie. It's Typhoon. Make sure you remember it next time you attack an innocent civilian." I told them, using my powers to guarantee that they could hear me.

"What are you talking abou- AAAAAH!!" Cannon screamed in pain as a blade of wind severed his left leg.

"CANNON!" Riot shouted, rushing to his leader, before he heard my voice right begind him.

"Watch your own back, dumbass." He heard, before he was trapped in a blender of wind.

"You sound so much like Goliath did in our last battle." I told him, a grin spreading across my face.

"I remember you now. You're the one who was slaughtering high ranking heros, like that class 3 Lancelot guy." Zapper said, fear evident in his voice.

"Congrats kiddo, you win. You wanna know what your prize is?" I said, a bright and bubbly smile on my face.

Before I ripped an eye out of his head.

"Partial blindess!"

He screamed, clutching at his now empty eye socket.

"YOU'RE A MONSTER!" Cannon shouted, before the winds all stopped at once.

"If I'm a monster, what does that make you?" I said to him, before his head was ripped from his shoulders.

"You don't target civilians unless you're a villain. And I'm allowed to kill any villain who enters MY city without permission. No one's gonna miss you."

Their screams became the soundtrack for my dreams for awhile after that. I have a new group now. Far more polite, kind, and good at doing their jobs correctly. I'm keeping an eye out though.

Can't let anyone hurt my employees.

Mom said it's my turn to post the "Villain was just hiding their power until the heroes (Self Righteous, BTW) mess with their employees/interests" prompt!

Great work, I'd read more of this

Love this comment

I just love how his act just fucking crumbled

Comically incompetent yet Petty as Fuck.

That is what make the Fae so interesting in concept. I'd hate to meet one, but they sure are great characters. They dont do it to be malicious; Malicious isn't in their vocabulary. All they want is to have fun; it's just their type of fun is less than... pleasant.

This is fantastic. Part 2?

I'm glad you enjoyed it!