My Villian Arc

The Fifth Purple Clown

I could feel my body slowly becoming tired. My legs turned the cycle slo,my fingers screamed in pain as I gripped the handle bar tighter. My eyesight felt alert but sluggish. I breathed, cautiously. Then suddenly, my body halted. My lungs paused their synced breathing. My legs began to charlie-horse but without the pain. And my hands stiffened. I felt this pause in my body but my mind didn't catch up. I fell off the bike.

Another hard pavement. Another stinging sensation in my arm. Another moment to collect myself. In under a few minutes, I'm sitting on the curb, head buried in my bleeding and stinging left arm. Worried or actually, concerned about what the f**k I'm going to do next. I've had experiences with camping and sleeping in tents. They aren't really good experiences. But yet, I've decided to leave my home to pursue this dumb rebellion. If it even is that.

I continued to be lost in my thoughts and their questions as a lovely blue van wagon skidded to a stop just in front of me. The person in the driver honked it's horn as the person in the passenger rolled down the window. Smiling, weirdly as they turned their head down the street, "You need a ride?"

My ears jolt to the noise of a high pitched nasal speaker of a pale white guy. My subconscious voice kicked in with a non verbal reply to the man. No, I'm doing just fine.

Yet, as my recklessness curiosity settled in, a internally evenly wicked smile entered into my mind, and it replied verbally for me. "I sure f*****g do.", I hopped onto my feet, grabbed my bike by it's lovely handles and walked to the van wagon. The internally smile still plastered on my face, I only knew of this as I masked it with questions or scenarios of what could go wrong.

I stared through the rear view mirror at my bike as it's handle bars could be visibly seen. They couldn't fit the entire bike in their mess of a trunk. "So where ya heading?", my eyes coldly met the driver, he was wearing a plastic clown mask over his face. My eyes darted to the rear view mirror as I saw similar clown masked people filled the van's backsitters behind me. They all wore a similar clown mask, yet they held different colors. Red was the clowns face mask of the driver. Blue was the passenger's. Green and Yellow of the two behind me. And nothing but empty duffle bags sat to the seat next to me.

My eyes fell to the rear view mirror. A pair of green eyes met me. The lack of empathy set into my pupils as I stared deep into the driver. A wicked smirk appeared through the masks mouth hole. A loud chuckle bursted in my eardrums as the passenger laughed. The driver chuckled,"You have a good pair of death eyes on you, kid." A giggle from behind me made me turn to face the back sitter who wore the Green clown mask. "Are you homeless?"

I stared in the brown eyes of the green clown mask. Automatically, I shook my head slowly. "You looking for something? Or headed somewhere?", they continued to ask.

"No."

"You want to come with us?"

"Go with you where?"

The green clown mask looked up at the mirror that sat in the front seats. He silently stared into the rear view mirror. "We need a fifth person."

My hand swerved back to the front of the van wagon. I stared into the green eyes of the red masked clown as he stared back at me, continuing to talk. "Seeing as you've got nowhere to go and nothing to do." His pearly white teeth shined through his mask with a grinny smile. "You trying to earn some money, kid?"

"Don't really care." I said automatically, shrugging my shoulders. My eyes tore away from the mirror and onto the street, as colorful cars flew by us. A internally smile that I couldn't contain rose to my lips. Making them curve in a toothy grin of my own. My eyes shot to the rear view mirror once more as the driver smiled to the passenger. The passenger grinned as they leaned forward and rustled in a bag. They licked their teeth as they handed me a mask. A similar clown mask, a purple clown mask.

"So here's the plan...", said Red. "Two of us will be in the vaults. Two holding the hostages and one stalling/negotiating."

"Based upon our abilities, Green and Blue will be at vaults. Yellow and I at the first floor of the bank, holding the hostages. And you, Purple, in the front talking to the police."

"Why can't I be in the front, talking to the police?", Green asked with a whining tone.

"Because you are a f*****g telepath. Telepath the gold bar in the bag.", a simple 'whatever' was the reply Red got out of Green.

After a several more billions of questions of positions, we finally started to load out.

As Yellow made sure we were well-equipped for the heist. Red was giving me a quick session on what kind of Heroes we'll be facing. H believes that Superman might show up because of the neighborhood the bank is in. Or maybe Eagle, based upon that Superman himself, might not care about the uppity people of this neighborhood.

Anyways after the crash course with Red, the leader of the group. He told me he was going to see if I was able to join their little clown group throughout this heist and to that question I simply answered; "I don't really do groups. Dead weight makes me slower and I like to go fast."

Red chuckled as he breathed air out of his nose, amusingly "Neither did I, kid." He patted me on the shoulders as he climbs out of the car. "Ready?"

I smirk amusingly, "No idea."

Blue walked past behind me gripping his rifle with a laugh, "A funny one."

Yellow walks up to me with a rifle in his arms like it's a baby, "They're blanks. Know how to use it?"

I pop the mag out of the rifle and stare at the shiny blanks glimmering in the early sunlight. I put the mag back and reloaded the gun. I nodded to him confidently.

Red looks to Blue, Yellow, Green then I. He nods his head at me. And with a wicked laugh, he walks to the bank entrance. With Blue by his heels laughing even crazier