Chapter 1: The Meet

Author's Note: Before I start, I would like to thank anyone who is reading this. Neither one of these two books has a huge fandom, but I got the idea and wanted to write it. So, thanks to everyone who is reading this and please review. I do not own V is for Villain nor The Art of Wishing. Please enjoy chapter one :)

Brad's POV

I reach up towards the windowsill and jump up.

Let's see...today was Thursday, so that means it's been three weeks since I escaped prison. Yeah, 'prison', even though staying with my brother is much worse than that place could ever be.

Speaking of my 'wonderful hero' of a brother, he actually got rewarded for my arrest. No joke. Apparently, if you're a dumb stuck-up jerk, that means you're a hero.

For his reward, I don't exactly know what it was. But I do know that it is something that targets telepaths such as Layla or myself. I've been hard at work trying to figure out how to steal it, but my paranoid brother literally has every place he believes 'is at danger because of me' heavily guarded. It's not easy to go anywhere, even your own room.

But thankfully, I finally caught a chance where Blake was out of the house. He's been at home a lot lately. He claims it to be 'resting after the big catch', meaning me. But I know it's still because of his injury and he doesn't want to admit it.

But finally today, he isn't home. So, now is my chance.

I slide through the windowsill and gently lower myself to the ground. If I'm too loud, I probably could just erase the sound out of peoples' memories if needed, but I didn't have too much time to waste. That ass of a hero could be home in a half an hour. I needed to find what I could and get going on my way.

I stand up in my room. Man, I missed this place. Not Blake, no way on that. I meant my soft bed, books, and computer. That I missed.

Less than a minute later, I inch towards the bedroom door. I cautiously turned the doorknob and started to open it.

Creak

Shoot! I forgot about that. I push the door even slower this time around.

Creeeeeeeeaaak

I bit my lip. It was probably only my mom anyway, but I still couldn't be found out.

As soon as there was a big enough gap between the door and the wall, I rush through it and gently close the door behind me.

Of course it didn't creak then, but I couldn't worry about that right now. I had bigger concerns to worry about.

I quickly scurry over to the traitor's room and press my ear against the beaten-up wooden door.

It didn't sound like anyone was in there. Also, no alarms, but I can't ever be certain on that second one.

I open the door and indeed see a laser along the very bottom of the doorway.

At this moment, I'm so ever thankfully he is as dumb as a rock. If he honestly thought this little laser would stop me, he would be so very wrong.

I step across the bright red laser and walk inside his room.

He had a lot of weapons and tools that I definitely wanted to steal, but I know I wasn't here for them. Besides, even if Blake was a moron, I know he would notice if something was missing.

I just needed to find the weapon that hurts psi and that's all. Maybe something else small possibly, but nothing much.

I look around the room. Unfortunately, I recognized most of the weapons in the room and they weren't the one I needed.

I search the room again. Then, I spot it. A small purple weapon sat on his desk. On the side it read 'Psi-Raider'. I didn't exactly know what damage this thing caused, but I didn't plan on knowing.

I pick it up and put it in my pocket. You would think Blake would be as paranoid with his weapons as he is with me, but apparently not so much.

I look at his desk again and see if anything else interests me.

Nothing much, but there is something I don't quite recognize. It's a yellow guitar pick.

I don't remember anything about him having this. Or even having a guitar. Did he even play guitar? I doubt it. It's probably some special key or something.

I pick it up between my thumb and forefinger and observe it.

Less than a second later, I hear someone walk into Blake's room, startling me.

"What do you want now, Bla-" A girl started, before noticing it was me, not my brother.

Who the heck was she? Where'd she come from? And more importantly, what did she have to do with Blake?