Prologue

We were all villains in the beginning. Killing, stealing and breaking for survival. No rules, no one to tell right or wrong. Money didn't matter, surviving to see that next day mattered. But now, how good you are. How much money your family name holds or the reputation. Your dedication, belief, all of these elements never matters in life. Gangs and thieves ruled the streets for what seemed like eternity.

People desperately hoped for a better tomorrow… or the day after.

One day, out of the blue, that hope appeared in front of them. Promising a better tomorrow, heck, a better future.

That hope called themselves the Recreant.

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They say magic has a taste. Fresh blueberry taste of the water magic, burning pepper of the fire magic, cheery cherry of the blood magic, and many more. But I will never know. Only the gifted, the ones destined to save the world gets one. Even if you ever get this opportunity, some don't choose to join the Recreant to make the world a better place. They choose to do the opposite; to steal, to kill… destroy the world.

As a child I thought being part of the Recreant was a dream that I could never achieve. Elders say magical ability could arrive at any moment - if God himself sees you fit to save the world from the league of villains. Blinded by this pure advice given to me, I would stand up for the vulnerable and help the poor, hoping that someday, God will look my actions and grant me an opportunity to save the world.

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8 years ago

It was an uneventful, average day, sky was a pale normal blue. Nothing particularly seemed out of the ordinary as Bree walked home from school. School wasn't one of the places that Bree enjoyed going everyday. She simply saw it as a waste of time. She couldn't find a reason why so many young teenagers full of young potential to be stuck in front of a desk for over six hours. Bree could do so much more amazing thing while she wasn't in school. The only reason why she kept up with all that nonsense was to be a part of the Recreants, top scores in school would gartentee an entrance exam to the Recreants.

Bree clasped the straps of her school bag tighter at the reminder of her ultimate goal.

"With that, I could make the world a better place and protect my parents" she whispered to herself again as she stood on her tiptoes to reach the handle of the front door. Th handle seemed damper than usual, so she missed her first attempt to reach the door handle. She stretched her arm in a second attempt.

"Please don't do this!"

Bree froze as she heard a shriek from a woman who seemed like her mother. She was instantly reminded how her mother never shouted or yelled. She was the kind of mother who would simply scold you if you did something wrong or impolite. Bree pushed the door open to take a peek, the door handle seemed colder than usual. She braced herself for worst. Scary guys stealing her candy.. Or worse.. Maybe they were taking her favorite doll! She could let that happen! Bree looked inside, and was unable to breath. Inside her cramped house were four man. Each of then had a shiny metallic object that her mother had shown her again and again to avoid at all costs, gun. All of these men had their backs towards her, so she couldn't recognize any of them. Her mother, wearing her usual pink laced white apron, was on her knees with her face paled. Her father stood few steps behind her looking more devastated than ever. She had never seen any of her parents like that. One of the men, held his gun towards mother which made her already pale face, freeze in terror.

"Please, leave my wife out of this, this is between us, Ben." Her father said in a shaky voice as he leaned down to pull her mother back. When her mother looked up to look at one of the man, ben, her eyes met Bree's. "Run, Bree" her mother breathed. But no matter how much her mother repeated those words, Bree's feet seemed glued to the ground.

"Well, of course, it is Anthony" Ben said, she could feel Ben smiling as he said those words. "But if she is a distraction, I don't know what I'll do. Maybe I'll shoot her leg off?" Ben chuckled softly. Her father made a face as if he was about to throw up.

"Well… Ben, I need more time." Her father said, it was close to a beg. Bree's eyes were filled with tears as she saw her strong, gentle father beg for those repulsive men's mercy. 'The Recreant will come and save us. That's right, they're superheros. They're meant to protect people like us." Bree thought releasing a breath of relief.

"You leave me no choice, Anthony." Ben said sighing as he held the gun up to Bree's mother. "You brought this on yourself" Ben said sharply as he slowly moved his enormous fat fingers towards the trigger.

"No, Ben! Kill me instead!" Her father wailed as her mother started trembling with fear.

"Recreants… now's the good time." Bree whispered as she could feel tears of terror filling her eyes.

"Goodbye josephine" Ben said as he pulled the trigger.

Bang

Bree closed her eyes in terror. She fell on her knees, she could feel hot tears sliding down her face. She bit her lip hard to keep the sound.

Bang

This one was unexpected. But Bree knew, it was her father. Just like that Bree had lost two people who she loved dearly. She crawled towards the bush at the side of her house. She knew Ben and those men's business here was done. As Bree turned around sobbing, she noticed something on all of those men's jacket, it was a uniform, it was the Recreant's uniform. She could recognise the invincible bear that brought victory over many wars to protect us. The bear of victory. The jacket that Bree dreamed of wearing one day. Those people had killed the vulnerable. Those who needed protection. Those who couldn't fight back. Her parents. They would now no longer be there for her. Sorrow and rage filled her at one. Bree shook and sobbed. She hated the Recreants. They never did protect anyone. They were all evil villains who laughed at her parent's suffering.

"Hey kid," a voice, male, said in front of her. Bree looked up with her eyes red from crying. It was a man, probably in his late twenties. He was wearing a black sweater and faded jeans with a baseball cap, which made it difficult to recognise him. But Bree could, she saw him everywhere. "Did the Recreants did this?" he asked with a light… kind smile on his face.

"You're… the Eraserhead… captain of the league of villains" Bree said in awe. Eraserhead smiled, "You're the second one to recognise me without a mask on." He smiled kindly, "But my name is Wayn. Did the Recreants did that?" Wayn asked again.

Bree sniffed nodding.

Wayn face stiffened, "I'm sorry for your loss. What's your name, young lady?"

"Bree"

"Well, Bree do you still want to be part of the Recreants after what they did to your parents?"

Bree shook her head almost immediately, she could feel her body heating up with something like electricity due to anger. Bree could see Wayn smile.

"Bree, I lost my mother because of those people. If you don't have anywhere else to go. Would you help me defeat those evil people and save the world?"

"You mean… you want me to join the league of villains?"

"Precisely"

"But I don't have any superpowers" Bree said softly looking down at her hands.

"You do, Bree" he whispered brushing his hand over hers. Just like that, there was purple electrical power on her hand. She could feel her body fizz with electricity.

"I just bought your powers out. It was meant to come out at the age of 12. Now will you join me, Bree? Help me and other make the world a better place."

"Tell me what I have to do."

Wayn took his jacket off and placed it over her. She hadn't noticed to it before but it had a wolf logo on it. The sign of the villains.

"What do you want your supervillain name to be?" Wayn asked as Bree looked down at herself. For a nine year old to wear a jacket of a twenty year old, made it all baggy. But Bree liked it nonetheless, it was her first official jacket.

Bree thought, no matter how hard she thought, she knew she had to use that as her villain name.

"Livewire"

"Welcome to the league of villains, Livewire" Eraserhead announced