Faye Monroe- Chapter 1

The first chapter, I'm sorry that you have to keep going to different pages to read everything! oh just to let you know, I took somethings out of here from my laptop so it would be shorter ^-^

Faye Monroe

Chapter 1

      Rain poured outside the window of the old warehouse.  I looked down at all the innocent souls I could be destroying right now.  Watching how happy they were, planning the right time to attack, this was how I spent my days.  The timing had come and I burst through the window.  Shattered glass fell to the fround.  What a way to make an entrance. 

     When I landed on the ground below me, unharmed, everyone instantly stopped what they were doing and stared at me.  I was the one they feared most, I was The Fantasy.  To show my arrival to the ones who were probably living under a rock (I mean, you can't miss my amazing entrances), I threw a stone into a window, making glass fall everywhere.  Everyone screamed and ran around in every direction.  I stopped a man running past me and threw him on the ground, but just as I was about to kill him, comeone grabbed me by the waist and pulled me up into the air.  Maverick.

       While in the air, I quickly spun him around and pushed him through a window, cutting his arm open.  "I'm getting real tired of you destroying everything!" he shouted.  I laughed and bent down infront of him.  "You know Maverick, I'm getting pretty tired of you raining on my parade every day," I slid the knife I carried with me out from behind me.  "But there is one thing the Villains like about you," I balenced the knife between my fingers. "You're just too predictable." I stabbed the knife into his arm and ran out of the building.  Floating in mid-air, something grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back.  I'd forgotten Maverick heals fast like me. 

    As soon as I knew he had me, I kicked my legs back, hitting him in the stomach.  Doing so made him realese his grip on me and I was free.  We fell back down on the ground and as soon as he was down I pinned him to the road, the crowd gasping with everything I did.  "What's the matter Maverick?" I reached for my knife.  "Too aftaid to fight a girl?" I held the knife against his throat.  "Or are you just a wimp?"

  You don't want to kill him.  I thought.  I hate when Maverick does this.  He has a villain-like power that can control what people are thinking.  I wish I had that power, the only thing close to that I have is I can control people's emotions, but it isn't very useful.  Without even paying attention to the thought, I slid the blade across his throat.

      He let out a yelp of pain as hot blood spilled from his throat.  I knew it wouldn't last long, you can't hurt him unless you kill him.  This was probably the worst I have ever hurt him.  I quickly flew him up into the air and threw him on top of a building.  His throat wasn't bleeding anymore, but there was a scar.  He started running towards me, ready to attack me in away way he could.  I grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air.  A perfect example of his predicability.  My tight grip on him made it almost impossible for him to breath.  I then walked over to the edge of the building, his feet dangling helplessly.

    "You think you can win every battle, but the sad thing is, you can't even beat a girl, you're probably the worst Hero leader ever, even that wimp of a father you had did  a better job at fighting me than you!" I said, he jet-black hair was wet from sweat, or rain, I don't know.

   "You really should'nt be playing out in storms Maverick!" Then, I dropped him, kicking him in the ribs as he fell.  This was the thing I enjoy the most about being a Villain, getting to hurt my enemies.  Everytime I try to do my job, he shows up to try and beat me.  But one thing Villains have that Maverick doesn't is obedience.  Since Maverick was the leader he could do whatever he wanted, while us Villains do as we are told, which is much more affective.  To me, Maverick is just the annoying two-year-old who always asks to play when you are working.

   I was lying in bed one morning when my phone rang.  It was probably Matt, again.  "Sorry, this line is not responding due to a tired girlfriend." I answered.

"Haha very funny, do you want to go to lunch today?"

"Sure," I meekly responded.  I didn't really want to go, but I wanted to be with Matt and it would be better than anything I would make.

  "Well you better get your butt out of bed, it's 11:30.  I'll pick you up at one, love you."  I have to stop being lazy.  I wouldn't be if I didn't have an annoying hero that won't let me do my job.  I wonder what he does when we aren't fighting.  Probably saving kittens from trees and things like that, trying to be a goody-two-shoes.

   When I finally finished getting ready, I noticed I had a black eye that no amount of  makeup would cover.  Matt's probably going to wonder what happened.  He doesn't know that I'm The Fantasy, and it will stay that way for a long time.  I walked out the door of my apartment and saw Matt standing in the hallway.

"What happened to your eye?" he asked immediately.

"I ran into a door."

"Wow."  We walked outside and I saw his familiar tan Grand Prix sitting next to my black Impala. 

"So where exactily are we going?"

"This new pizza place downtown, it's by the ballpark.  I went there with my brother a few days ago before the baseball game and it was great." he replied, buckling his seatbelt.

"You know I don't sleep good when you aren't there." Last night was the first time in a while that I had slept in my bedroom instead of Matt's.

"Small world, me either."  When we got to the restraunt they had the news on the TV, and of course, mine and Maverick's fight was being covered. Our waiter put us close to the TV, and when the announcer said that Maverick was unharmed after the fall of the 20-story-building, I slammed my fist down on the table, making our cups and sliverware clatter.

"Are you okay?" Matt asked, laughing slightly.

"Sorry, fly." I have to learn to control my anger.

  During lunch Matt was telling me about how much he hated the fact that so many people are killed daily by The Fantasy.  I did my best trying to agree with him, which was a real challenge.  It is very hard to say bad things about yourself.  After lunch Matt and I went back to his house.  His house was a lot bigger than my tiny apartment, but not as big as some houses in Detroit.

"Do you want anything?" Matt asked when we stepped into his living room.

"Um, how about some pop."  He walked in and out of the kitchen and handed me my drink and sat down on the couch next to me.  He put hes arm around me and turned the TV to the baseball game.  It was 9-0 in the top of the ninth.

The next time I looked at the clock it was 11:30. 

"I should get home." I said behind a yawn.

"Why don't you just stay the night, it would be a lot easier."  I went upstairs into his bedroom and  just slept in the sweatpants and shirt I had there.  Matt walked in as I climbed under the black bedspread.  He took off his shirt and climbed into bed next to me.  I looked at his chest and saw he had a large foot shaped bruise on his side.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." When I finally got into bed, he wrapped his arms around me and I laid my hand on his chest.  My cream skin was pretty much albino compaired to his tan skin.  When I lay down next to him, I feel as if the world was just the way I wanted it to be.  By your side is the only place I want to be.

"Sweetheart," I heard Matt say.  I looked up at him. "I don't want you to be out alone anymore, I don't want The Fantasy to hurt you."

I dont' think I'll have to worry about her.

  

Author's Note

once again, sorry about gramtical errors.