My Villian Arc

He's Not Superman

Red was the first Clown to reach the door. He stepped into the bank lobby as his wicked laugh bounced around in the echo. "Get on the ground, palms face up in the air.", he shouted as the other Clowns rushed out from behind him.

The Blue Clown raised his rifle up and aimed at the security guard and he left a single shot off. It hit the man's kneecap causing him to crumble to the ground. Suddenly my eyes darted to the right then left as I saw Yellow teleport from in front of me to behind the man. The Yellow Clown jabbed his palm into the security guards neck and out like a light the man went.

Yellow teleported from behind the man watching him fall to the manager of the bank. "The guy's over here, Blue.", he said as he gripped the manager's collar. The Blue Clown sprinted to manager. The Blue and Green Clowns began to escort the manager to the deeper parts of the underground bank.

Yellow and Red began to walk around the circle of huddled panicked hostages. "Stop moving!", shouting the Red Clown as he aimed his blank filled rifle at a balding white man.

"I'm sorry," cried the man as his hands began shaking furiously. The Yellow Clown moaned in annoyance as he beeped his radio on to talk, "Hurry up, Mellow!"

A beeping sound filled my right ear as Yellow spoke on the radio, "Don't f*****g call me that!"

The Yellow Clown chuckled on response as I gripped my blank rifle tighter. I wasn't nervous. No, not of course. But rather than nervous or excited. I was craving something. My body twitched in annoyance. My hands grew sweaty and my throat began difficult to breathe through.

My heartbeat raced and my eyes began sharper. Was I panicking? No, I've panicked before This isn't that. Am I shutting down? Not quite. Shutting down doesn't feel like this. What's wrong with me?

As my thoughts on my current condition raced through my mind, my hearing picked up on a older woman tried to talk to me. I looked down at her face being squashed against the cold, hard tile floors. Her right eye was trained on my face as my rifle was laying peacefully in my arms. She spoke softly, "Please don't do this. My savings are in there. They're for my son's college tuition."

My brain under my elevated circumstances was slowly processing what the old woman said. As I stare at her fearful expression, my brain started to form the words that came out of her mouth. As a weird sense of humor, before I laughed. I looked up at Red and Yellow halfway across the lobby. As I met Red's eyes, my grin turned on. My creepy grin exposed all of my teeth in a effort to stop this. "What's wrong over there, Purp?"

My eyes tore away from Red's seemingly confused face to look down at the older woman that muffled out, "Please. Don't do this."

In my last effort to contain my insanity, I laughed. My laughter bounced off of echoy walls of the bank's lobby. And it died in the echos as I laughed alone. The radio beeped on, Yellow spoke, "What the f**k is that?"

Red ignoring Yellow's question. "Purp, are you good?"

I stared down at the lady drilling my eyes into hers. I laughed harder at her words of false concern. I squat down to her eye level. I noticed her hands clenching in fear as my eyes stared her down. I whispered in her ear, "Stand up."

I stood up from my squat and licked my teeth. "Stand up." My smile washed away as I saw her eyes give in to the terror. She pulled her arms back and lifted herself up from the floor.

She was facing me with her eyes zoned out on the ground. Her body trembling. Her hands shook with fear and her face wrote nothing else but terror. I smiled to myself as I leaned into her ear, "I could kill you." Her eyes tore from the floor to my eyes. Water was collecting at the bottom of her eyelids. She blinked furiously as her rolled down her eyes. I felt my expression hardened into a cold icy stare. She dropped to her knees with a thud, and she began crying into her hands. Her body bent onto herself as her tears dropped into the floor.

I left her crying there as I walked away to a different section of my group of hostages. Her crying was annoying to my eardrums. I had to move so I wouldn't get irrigated.

Minutes passed, The Yellow Clown beeped his radio on, "Almost done." Green beeped his radio on after Yellow, "Few more bags. How's it up there?"

Blue beeped his radio on and spoke, "Super hasn't showed up yet."

Red beeped his radio on, in response to Blue. "Now, now, Blue. He always comes with its us. He's bound to met the new recruit." Now it was my turn to continue the beeping affair. "I never said yes."

Red laughed in his radio, "Never heard you say no." His laughter spread as he saw my eyes rolling themselves slowly into my head.

Another hour went by, an hour for a particular someone to show up. The Blue Clown spoke into his radio, "Everything's ready. All set. Ready to go?"

"No, we wait for Superman."

"That's his name?"

"No, it's not."

My ears heard the deep voice of a man standing from behind me. My head swirled around to met the man of this deep voice. He was a tall, muscular white man with long, dark brown hair. He stood to be about six feet long. He wore a grey tuxedo pants with a wore out white v neck t-shirt. He walked out of the dimly lit shadows, with his eyes trained on me.

Red started to laugh, causes his laughter to bounce with the echoes. I heard uncomfortable shuffles of the hostages that laid on the ground under me. "He's here!", Yellow shouted on the radio.

The man stepped towards me with his hands held up in a surrender type of style. He stopped once he was a few feet in front of me.

"You don't have to do this.", he said in a seemingly calming voice.