SuperVillains

Chapter 6.


I must have been doing well, because I was now allowed to come along with the others. They travel to this black market that's hidden from the public completely. Edward gets the plans on the Art Institute robbing from the owner, and if a rival gang of Villains come in, we have to fight. Edward never mentioned the car mission again, but it was clear I must have done something right judging by the way he treated me from then on. There was just one thing that I forgot to do.


As soon as I saw Melissa, I ran over to where she was and found her drawing on a moldy couch.

"Hey, that's really good." I said, trying to think of a way to describe the beautiful picture.

"Thanks."

"You should be an artist. I meant that." As I said that, I wondered what she thought about the Art Institute robbing. She was amazing at art, so did that mean she had respect for the works of other talented artists? "

"By the way, thanks for saving my butt back there."

"No problem."

She looked different. I noticed that she had no makeup on, and her face looked better that way. She also seemed more serious, her lips in a tight line, and her hands were covered in pencil marks. She'd been drawing Navy Pier by the looks of the picture across her lap.


"Hey, by the way, anyone else here besides you?" I wanted to make sure Edward wasn't here, because I wanted to ask Melissa about some more of how the plan would work."

"No, I don't think so. Why do you ask?'

"Well I was sort of wondering about this whole stupid plan we have and how it will-------

May again. If I had to hear The Real Slim Shady one more time, I would charge in her room and break the radio, oblivious of her powers.


"Turn that loser off!" Melissa was getting annoyed as well.

"Your music sucks! This is talent that I'm listening to!"

"I don't think that anyone with a name that sounds like candy could be considered pure talent. Melissa's right. He's a poser." I knew this would infuriate her. She only had one CD, and played it loud. If her music was gone, all hell would break loose. It was the only thing that kept her calm, though I somehow don't see her music as a way of keeping calm.


May turned it off, and stomped down the stairs to where Melissa and I were. She gave me a cold, hard glare and left the shack without another word.


"I hate her." Melissa said. Her hands had become fists as she stood, gazing at the stairs May had just descended from.

"Anyway, Do you know anything about this crazy plan Edward has?" I hoped to distract her from her strong hatred of May, but I also wanted to get back to my question if I was ever going to understand what was going on.

"I don't know any more than you do about this plan. All I really know is that we're gonna make millions of dollars on the black market." Yeah we are. Stealing paintings and selling them. I thought. Did she know we would be stealing priceless works of art?

We stood in silence. I wondered why I had been at that party in the first place. That seemed like a stupid thing to do now, I mean I've smoked and done bad stuff before, but this was by far the worst thing I'd ever done. May went to millions of parites, all illegal, none safe or nice places to spend a night. What had happened to her? I wondered what her childhood had been like, for her to turn out like this. The silence was only interrupted when Edward came through the door, sweating and exhausted.