How had life become so dull within two years? Gwen, Rain, Penny, Speed and Lash were still locked up. Will and the 'gang' were considered heroes amongst a school of hero wannabes. Ralph, he graduated from high school, and got a job working on special cases with the police. No one wants to think about how boring life is after they've graduated, but they have to face reality eventually.
So take in the scene; a certain Ralph Jones standing behind a tall desk, stacking and filing papers for the officers who were too lazy to do their own jobs. There was a faint sound of a stamp hitting the paper, and heels clicking across the linoleum flooring. Small conversations between coworkers strewn across the room. Everyone was going amongst their own business, not a care in the world, seeing as the Commander and Jet-stream do all the real work for the community. Ralph on the other hand, knew the truth… There was someone that the dynamic duo could not catch. Something that the town knew nothing about. Someone who was working underground, getting ready to attack.
The sound of a distant giggling was heard, making Ralph drop the papers onto the desk. The glass door blew open, glass shattering everywhere, blood smearing across the floor. Many of his coworkers starting screaming and running for cover. He placed his hand over the keys that were hooked onto his belt loop. The giggling became louder until a figure came into view. Her hair was a dark brown, slicked back on the sides with a miniature Mohawk at the top. Her mask was simply a piece of black cloth pulled over her eyes and tied behind her head. Her suit was a pair of black stilettos, white leather pants and a black midriff top. She held a bazooka in her hands, popping her bubble gum as she smirked. She blew a kiss at the dead guard lying on the floor.
"What do you want?" One of the officers shouted from behind his cubicle. She let out a laugh and smiled at him.
"Me? I want nothing. It's my partner who is the mastermind behind all of this." Ralph knew who it was the minute she spoke. He shook his head and walked up to her, laughing as he went.
"Who are you?" A female officer asked this time. She started to shiver as the woman's glare went towards her.
"My name… well let's see here. I could tell you, but then I'd probably have to kill you." As she saw Ralph approach she giggled in delight. "Ralphie! I haven't seen you since you took this job! How's life been?"
"You leave, and then expect everything to be all fine and dandy? You kill people! Do you understand what you're doing?" He asked, his voice being more mature then what it was in high school.
"I do understand. I'm not that same person anymore, got it? I stopped being that person two years ago, when she turned her back on our friend. I'm not letting it go. Ever since that day, the person I once was has been dead. I'm now Styx; call me nothing else but that." She hissed back at him.
"Who do you work for?" Another person shouted from the crowd. She sighed and lolled the bazooka in her hands.
"Will you quit asking questions? I'm trying to have a reunion over here!" She sighed and leaned the weapon on her should. "I work for-"
"She works for me!" Shouted a raspy female voice from the doorway to the chief's office. She walked out of the office with a file in her hands, blood smeared on both the file and her black-gloved hand. She looked up from the file, and a flicker of happiness appeared in her eyes when she saw Ralph. Her long bright red hair reached mid-back and covered the left side of her face. Her mask wasn't like Styx's, hers was rubber and stuck to her face, over her eyes; it was purple with red around the eyes, it appeared like a masquerade mask. Her boots went above her calf and had a three inch heel. She wore black leather pants that were skin-tight and a matching black leather corset.
"And who would you be?" Her jaw clenched and clicked, her hand loosening and dropping the file onto the desk.
"My name is the Scarlet Vixen. Even if you were to tell me who you were, I wouldn't care. Now before anyone else gets hurt, can any of you nimrods tell me where your… special prisoners are located?" She lifted the piece of hair covering her eyes and stared at Ralph. "How about you? Why don't you take us there?" She smirked as he started to lead them towards the metal door.
"Why are you doing this?" He whispered as they walked down the hallway, he knew exactly where she wanted to go. She let out a laugh.
"She tried to kill me. Being a hero is no where near worth the price of death, at least when you're the villainess all you get is being sent off to prison. You know very well why the hell I'm here right now." She replied, biting her lip. "It's been two years, Ralph. How have you been?" Her voice this time was sincere.
"Fine." He replied bitterly. As he unlocked the gate she put her gloved hand on his arm.
"I'm sorry." She whispered as they walked inside of the gate.
"You're not allowed back here." Said one of the two guards standing in front of the cell. The villainess pulled out two blades and threw them at the same time, both landing in each of the guards' throats. She walked up towards the cell, kicking one of the corpses out of the way of the door.
"Keys!" She demanded as Ralph threw them to her. She unlocked the gate and smirked at the cell mates. "Look here, Styx. Our villains are all locked up. You two, stripes and speedy, get your asses up. You're coming with us." When the two stood up and looked at her, both of their mouths suddenly dropped.
"No, no no no! How? You weren't like this!" Lash stated as he touched her face. She gripped his hand and glared at him, lip twitching.
"Almost dying makes a person change." She dropped his hand and pulled them out of the cell; throwing the dead guards inside and locking it back up.
"Amazon…" She flinched at the name.
"I'm not that person anymore." She whispered before walking away, heels clicking as she went.