My Villian Arc

Super Hero

"You don't have to do it."

"The f**k are you talking about?" I ask him as I aim my rifle to his chest.

"This life of crime isn't something you need to be in. These Clowns are not something you should aim to be."

"I'm not aiming anywhere except your chest.", I said as I put my right eye through the scope. He took a step closer as I place my finger on the trigger. He then took a step back. I began to lower my gun as I heard The Red Clown to my left walk closer to me from behind. He placed his hand on my shoulder as I stared at the false Superman. "This is our newest member, Superman. Met Our Purple Clown." Red said as his grin reached his ears.

The false Superman stared at me with a false sense of hope. My expression turned to ice as I stared at this empty blue eyes. "Let the hostages go."

Red grinned at the Hero. He looked down at the old lady and grabbed her collar, focusing her to stand up. The old lady yelled in disapproval as The Red Clown forced her to her feet. Then suddenly my ears picked up a large brushing of wind. Automatically, I summoned a shield to my outer forearm. And it blocked the oncoming punch of the Super Hero. My eyes fixed themselves on the Hero instead of the hostages on the floor.

I watched his face turn into confusion and somewhat shock as I shoved him away. He took a step back in disbelief. He collected himself as he spoke, "Don't do this!"

I saw Yellow in the corner of my eye as he rolled his eyes, "Let us through!"

Red gripped the collar of the old lady harder as he shoved her in front of us, I automatically aimed my gun to her head as her tears dripped onto the floor.

The Green and Blue Clowns emerged from the underground vault as the manager ran in front of them. The manager ducked behind a desk as the Super stared at me. I returned his stare with no sympathy. He threw his hands up and walked backwards out of the bank entrance, signaling for us to leave. With the old lady following our instructions, she led our back to the van wagon. With Red and Yellow at the back aiming their guns, Blue and Green holding the duffle bags fill on gold bars and me aiming the blank filled rifle at the old lady. Once we reached the car, we rotated our positions.

The Red and Yellow got in the car first as the Blue and Green Clowns got in after,then old lady and then myself. Once the bags were secured, we made the old lady sit on her knees facing the back of the van wagon as I held a gun pointed to her head. And we were off!

Red was the driver, Blue was the passenger, followed by Green and Yellow in the middle with me and the old lady in the back.

We started driving on the roads as I saw the Super Hero flying right behind us, a few yards away. I don't think they think I'd notice but there were several police cars behind him just barely out of sight. As Red laughed speeding down the street, Blue turned his head and spoke, "I can't believe you went toe to toe with Super Hero's punch!"

Not taking my eyes off of the Hero flying close but stopping and repeating, I replied, "Super Hero?"

The Yellow Clown spoke up, "That's his Hero name: Super Hero.", I chuckled at the ridiculous and ironic stage name. "Toe to toe?"

"Yeah, no one's ever taken his Super Punches and remained standing on two feet. Not even Red here."

"That's cool." I said, nonchalantly. Not really caring. Minutes passed, as Green and Yellow counted the gold bars. And Blue gave Red driving directions. As I was like a hawks eye on Super Hero's mouse that's calling flying. He'd periodically fly above the car as we'd swivel in and out of cars and lanes. Then he'd fly in front of us just enough to see a shiny glare from the metal on his tuxedo pants belt. Then he'd go back to flying behind the van.

As many times I've studied his movement, I've come to the conclusion that he's giving the police information on our upcoming location. And no matter how fast or how chaotic Blue's instructions were to Red, we weren't going to outfly a Super human Super Hero.

"He's giving the police our upcoming turns. They must be planning to stop us before he get to the highway." I said as my aim straightedge on the old lady's crying head.

Red glanced at me through the rear view mirror, "What should we do?",

I calculated that when he flies up just above the car view, what would distract him? What would make him stop his flight and yet, stop informing the police of out upcoming location?

Suddenly, a idea popped into my head. "Blue, switch me seats!"

He popped out of his seat and switched seats with the old lady and me. It was Red in the driver, me in the passenger. The old lady kneeled on the ground of the van behind the passenger seat. Green then Yellow and Blue on the back of the van.

I turned to face the old lady, she looked up at me with hope in her eyes. And I began to experience it again. My hands began sweaty, my hands was racing and my eyes began sharper, with my hearing deepened. I ignored the weird rush. As I grabbed the old lady arm, I yanked open the right side of the van. I stuck my head out and I watched and waited for the Super Hero to fly up.

I studied his body language and his demeanor. I knew he was watching me, and I know he knew I was watching him. But despite his gut feeling, he flew up. And a glimmering metal shone in the sky. Still grabbing the old lady's wrist and despite her screaming and yelling of disapproval, I stepped over the passenger seat.

And I grabbed both of her shoulders as tear ran down her face. I had her face me so she didn't get hurt to badly. Then I pushed her out of the moving van. What I didn't except as I pushed her out of the van wasn't the fact that Green was laughing in my ears, nor the fact that Red was cursing as he weaved through slow cars on the roads. It wasn't the instance laughter I felt when I saw the old lady's face as she slow fell out of the car.

It was unexpected because I knew what that rush was. I never knew I had it.