The Villainess, The Physicist... and The Man-Monster!
Prologue
The Villainess
I am the only girl out of five siblings.
I was only sixteen years old when I lost my parents.
They were billionaire philanthropists, owned and ran multiple organizations around the world.
They were both killed in an accident.
Not much was revealed, other than that their plane exploded, most likely from a terrorist attack... or an assassination that was planned for them from the beginning.
Their death was a blow that I could barely withstand.
Somehow I managed to keep going.
It hurt me more than most realize, but then again, I never told anyone of how I felt.
It wasn't long after that traumatic event in my life that I and my brothers obtained powers from a comet.
I was already made an outcast in school long before gaining the abilitity to unleash fiery emerald plasma bolts from my hands, so I didn't really care what everyone else thought of me.
Still, I can never forget all the harassment, torment and prejudice that I endured from everyone... just because I was different.
I didn't socialize all that much, mostly preferring to study alone because of how I was treated.
I didn't really have any friends, unless you count my brothers whom I can barely tolerate.
I was alone.
In many ways... I still am.
There was times that I wished for someone who could understand how I felt, someone who was different, someone who would care about me and accept me for who I am.
I wanted a friend.
One loyal friend.
A friend whom would always be there for me, always there to have my back, always there to provide me the comfort and support I needed.
Is that so much to ask for?
Unfortunately, fate was cruel... and I never did find someone who I could relate with, someone to laugh with, someone who I could trust... someone to fall in love with.
As the years went by, I felt my hatred for people and their intolerance slowly grow from within.
All those years, from high school to college, I kept my rage under control.
With or without my powers, I could easily kill someone if I really wanted to.
But it wasn't worth it... they weren't worth it!
At first I wanted to help people, to help children, which is why I got my degree in child pyschology.
It wasn't long after graduating from college that my brothers and myself formed a team of heroes to fight injustice and to protect innocents from harm by any means necessary.
It worked for a while... but it eventually began to fall apart.
It was unavoidable.
Bound to happen since the team was first formed.
The constant fight for leadership was one of the reasons, especially when you have two brothers who were as arrogant as they were headstrong.
However, it wasn't just that.
It seemed like no matter how much good I did, no matter how many lives I helped save, I was still treated as nothing more than a monster and a freak.
I was feared and hated by those whom I tried to help and protect.
Then, after enduring everything from my brothers to the prejudice and resentment that the civilians of the city kept relentlessly tormenting me (not to mention a few times that I decided to seriously injure some villains who threatened the lives of numerous other human beings), I finally couldn't take it any more.
I left the team and didn't look back.
I became a mercenary, mostly freelance because I was better off alone and could choose who I would work for and when to quit.
It was pretty good... until I started working for a certain blue-skinned moron.
Here was a person whom I thought I could relate to, someone who I could trust, someone who would treat me as an equal.
I was very wrong.
So very, very, very wrong!
He mocks and degrades me, treating me as if I were inferior to him.
He constantly uses me and treats me as nothing more than a weapon, using me to further his stupid schemes/plans that are doomed to failure to begin with.
He's already tried to control me with a microchip and betrayed me more times than I can count... even replacing me with a giant green-skinned female amazon alien at one point of time!
Is it any wonder why I insult him or lash out at him whenever I get the chance?
The only reason I continue to work for him, besides the paycheck and the free trips to various spa resorts, is because of certain redhead.
My enemy.
My rival.
Miss Perfect.
Kim Possible.
Everything about her enrages me.
She has everything that I've always wanted.
Friends, family, fame, and a loyal and cute boyfriend to top it all off.
Proven fact that fate is cruel... especially to me.
She thinks she's better than everyone, that she has no equal.
I know otherwise.
I know that I can defeat her, I know that I can take her out if I really wanted to do it.
I'll admit, however, that I do respect her in some sort of way.
Which is why if anyone is going to take her out... it's gonna be me!
Even as I look up at the stars, immersing myself in my thoughts and reminisce about the past, I can't help but wonder if there isn't a person out there that's as angry, lonely, and different as I am?
I doubt it.
But I can always hope.
Besides, it's one of the few things that I've got left.
One of the few things that still keeps me going.
I can always hope that he's out there.
I can always hope that we'll meet.
But if we do meet... will he accept me for who I am?
I can only hope that he will.
Until then...
I am alone.
The Physicist
I am the only child of a female nurse and a nuclear physicist.
At a young age, I developed an astounding intelligence, more so than any child should possess at such a young age.
My Mother thought it was normal, told me that it was my gift.
My Father, on the other hand... he thought I was a freak... a monster!
My Father was insane, hated me for no reason other than the fact that I was unique... that I was different.
He would beat me without reason, his madness and intolerant hatred towards me knowing no limits.
When my Mother tried to protect me, she was brutally beaten within an inch of her life!
For years, my Mother and I endured his physical and emotional abuse.
It seemed endless.
When she tried to leave, when she tried to save me from his madness, he killed her!
I was only twelve years old when I watched on helplessly as my Father killed my Mother right before my very eyes.
Her death traumatized me in more ways than one could imagine.
It was a tragedy that I would never forget.
It still haunts me knowing that I couldn't save her life.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about my Mother.
It was then, after her murder, that I began to repress my memories and my emotions... especially my anger.
My Father was trialed and taken away to a mental institution.
I went on to live with my Aunt.
As I became older, my intelligence continued to grow and develop further.
In fact, there wasn't an intelligence test in the world that could adequately measure my I.Q.
My quiet nature and intelligence made me an outcast as I was shunned by my fellow peers in high school and college.
I can't tell you how many times I've had to endure their torment, their pranks, their insults and their harassment.
I somehow managed to suppress my emotions, knowing that they would only cause further trouble for me if I were to react by them.
They were envious of me, of what I was capable of accomplishing.
They hated me just because I was different... just like my Father!
Despite it all, I endured and continued to focus on my studies.
Still, I would have given almost anything to have someone to confide to in my lonely existence.
I'm human, therefore do I not deserve companionship?
Do I not deserve to have someone to share a conversation with?
Do I not deserve someone whom I could trust?
Do I not deserve love?
I became a brilliant physicist, one of the greatest scientific minds on the planet.
My studies involving radiation, and one type of energy especially, were paving a way to limitless potential.
My work was intended to help humankind in ways that were thought impossible.
I was working on a cure for every illness and disease known to exist.
Unknown to myself, there were others that didn't want a cure.
They wanted to twist my work and turn it into something else.
A weapon.
It was years later that I met someone, a beautiful woman who was the daughter of a high-ranking General.
She, too, had been studying the potential of the unique source of energy.
We became close as we worked together.
It seemed like fate had finally smiled upon me by giving to me what I've always wanted.
Companionship, acceptance, understanding, and love.
It was only in time that I realized that this was not to be.
Her Father barely held contempt for me, his cold eyes always watching, wanting to see the results of the work that me and his daughter had accomplished together.
Finally, I thought my work had hit an incredible scientific breakthrough unlike anything I nor anyone else could even begin to comprehend.
I was so certain, so sure of myself and my work... and quite possibly too damn ambitious to see the risks that I was taking.
It was this ambition and over-confidence in myself and my work that led to my greatest failure... and/or perhaps my greatest scientific achievement.
I experimented on myself.
And the results were... devastating!
I had unleashed something on the world.
An unstoppable monster, a creature whose power, like his terrible rage and ferocity, knew no limitations or boundaries.
I've created a monster more powerful than any mortal or immortal that has ever walked the face of the Earth.
He became my curse.
A curse that I brought upon myself.
Ever since then I've been on the run... and hunted.
The General hasn't stopped hunting me.
He never will stop.
He made me a wanted man.
He made me a fugitive.
He's obsessed with capturing the monster.
But he doesn't understand.
This power can't be controlled, it can't be contained... just like the monster himself.
I'm the only one who understands how powerful this creature is.
If left unchecked, the creature could tear this world apart with his bare hands!
They'll never stop hunting me.
I hate them... almost as much as I hate myself.
I can never be with her.
I can never be with the woman that I once loved.
I can never know what it is like to hold her in my arms again.
All of this because of him.
The monster that lurks within me.
Then again, it is as much as my own fault as it is his, maybe even more so.
I can understand why he resents me.
I've blamed him for everything that has happened to me since the accident.
When, in reality, I'm the one who deserves the blame for everything that has happened.
Is it any wonder why the monster hates me with such passion?
Despite all that we've been through, despite the resentment that we share for one another, we actually have some things in common.
We're outcasts.
We have emotions and feelings.
We desire companionship, understanding, love, and acceptance.
And we're both lonely.
These are possibly the only things that we shall ever agree on that we have in common with one another.
I look to the stars, hoping for some kind of divine answer to my/our problems.
Yet, at that moment I cannot help but wonder... is there someone out there who's just as angry, hurt and alone as either one of us?
If there is, I hope that the day comes when we shall meet.
I can only hope that she'll accept me for who I am.
But the question is: Am I a man or a monster?
Or am I both?
One individual, yet two separate entities.
Who could possibly care for someone like me?
Author's Notes
I've established the two main characters and given you a readers an insight on who they are while remaining somewhat vague to a point of degree as to who are the two main characters. Most of you will know who the villainess is, but I'm wondering if some of you can guess who the identity of the physicist. I've left plenty of clues.
If you're all wondering, yes, this is a crossover storyline. But I'll leave it to you readers to figure out the rest. All I can tell you that it's linked to one of the biggest films of all-time! Please feel free to leave a review, which always manages to motivate me to write. I can promise all of you that it's gonna be one very intriguing and unique tale.