Supervillians

Chapter 3.


As Edward and I walked through the dark and dirty alleyway, I wondered what he had in mind for me. He kept mentioning my powers so often throughout the walk that I had no opportunity to ask him anything. I was almost afraid to because Edward hated being questioned, and I knew I was no exception. It was beginning to get dark, and the clouds were moving fast. I knew I had to ask him what was up sooner or later.


"Hey, Edward, um..uh..why are you acting so nice all of a sudden?"

" Why can't I show kindness to a friend?" He replied. A friend? Since when was I his friend? I though I was the "rich punk."


"Seriously, Edward. What's this plan you have going on? What do you want with me, and what the hell do do every day? Where do you go? I tried to speak with courage and confidence this time, but this was not an easy task because Edward was an intimidating person. The kind of person who'd beat you for answering back, or just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like I'd been where he'd gotten me a while back.

Edward just laughed. He decided to talk a little. "Kid, you have no idea, and you never will. We need to get rid of some people who think they're doing good, you know, people who think they're "Cleaning up Chicago." We just need them gone, then we'll live like kings off the money we will collect selling paintings on the black market. "

"You're insane! This whole operation sounds insane! We're talking about stealing priceless works of art, and getting rid of good people!" That earned me a smack on the head.

"Listen, punk. Those people aren't good. They were at the same party we went to. They do bad things. They only save lives and fight crime for the rewards they earn. They think saving people from danger is some sort of freakin' get-rich-quick scheme!" He must be talking about the superheroes, people who use their powers for good instead of evil, like us. Did they really just do it for the money? At that moment I wanted to run away, but I hadn't paid my rent in weeks and was probably in debt. Also I'd be questioned by the police, which would mean ratting out Sam and Lauren.

"So Mark, we need you to sneak in the back lot, so we can meet with a close friend of mine, who'll lend us one of his trucks. We can use them in case of emergency or something like that."


"But why do you need me?"

"Because you're the only one of us who can walk through walls. Why do you think we even took you to our place?" I wanted to yell at him. This whole time, they were taking advantage of my powers? That was just wrong. Before I even had time to argue, Edward pointed to a manhole underneath a dumpster. He lifted it, and threw it against a wall. Then he pried the manhole open, and pushed me in. He jumped in after me.

"Well, here we are, kid. It'll be a while before we meet up with my "friend." He chuckled to himself as we walked through the filthy sewers of Chicago. We walked for what seemed like ages, and after a while, we reached our destination, which was pretty much just a dead end.

"Hey, Eddie." Came a voice from the shadows.