The first thing that was on Theodora's mind was that she was bored.

She didn't know why, exactly. She had plenty of stuff on her platter already: Peeping around town for gossip material, attending to the Southern Coven as Head Witch, making profit off of selling blackmail material to various people, heck, she even had to pay taxes thanks to her constantly drunk mother. All that should have given her a tight schedule, not to mention all the homework she neglected constantly.

Unfortunately, today was one of those days. The days when the teachers gave no homework, which was a good thing for everyone. But also one of those days when nothing interesting happened. No new embarrassing secrets to hold over people's heads, and no customers who were interested in buying some from her. Today was also a Wednesday, which was bad because the Coven met up every other day, so she didn't have any meetings to worry about. The taxes were payed last Sunday, and her mom was in the police station's miniature jail for a few days so she didn't have any messes to clean up at home.

Those days were they type where she was bored out of her mind, like right now, while lounging on a park bench.

"Of all days, this one had to come on my bloody doorstep," she grumbled to herself, "why couldn't it be something like a zombie apocalypse or a terrorist attack?"

Watching people do their thing in the park was the only reason why she hadn't succumbed to existential madness, and lucky for her there were at least five or six toddlers, all running around at the playground while their parents sat nearby, chatting and letting their kids run free.

"Lucky bastards," she thought, "they don't know what it's like to be truly bored out of your mind."

She was about to doze off when, lo and behold, something interesting finally happened:

An explosion.

It seemed to be a big one, too, judging by the glow of orange from the treetops and how a chunk of charred metal clanged right in the middle of the basketball court, but the booming noise was what really got their attention. The toddlers, who were all laughing a second ago, were now screaming, and their parents had gone to screaming as well, just nowhere near as loud as them. Theodora's eyes widened and she hopped off the bench, whipping around to see where the source of the explosion was while they ran off. It was at the direction of the U-Stor-it.

She smiled. It was about time.

VVV

"Chaos wins once again!" a Chaos minion crowed as he and a whole gang of them emerged from the burning storage facility.

Ever since their boss had received a massive loan from a new financial backer, (whose name I will not mention for the sake of spoilers) they had moved to a larger base, which was an abandoned warehouse. New gadgets and such were purchased for the base, and so he had allowed his minions to do whatever they pleased with the old base, which was the U-Stor-It.

And they decided that this meant they were allowed to blow it up when they were finished looting it.

They were all laughing and talking about the stuff they had stolen. One of them had a crateful of grenades that he had discovered in Jimbo's storage unit, and had taken it with him after pausing to call his boss about how they should get more weapons from Jimbo's later. The idea was taken up, and he was bragging about how he had possibly gotten them a free pass for actual guns. He was in the middle of reaching in to grab a grenade when a hooded figure stepped in front of the group.

"Excuse me?" the figure asked, decidedly a girl from the voice alone, "Were you the ones who made this explosion?" The lead minion, some kid wearing tinfoil goggles on his neck, scoffed. "Yeah we were! Why, you gonna call the cops on us?"

The girl shook her head. "Nope," she answered, and she turned to observe the flames curling upwards the late afternoon sky. They stood there dumbfounded. With the rise of superheroes at its prime, they were expecting her to be another one of those pathetic justice lovers, but she didn't seem to want to report them. In fact, she actually seemed like a kindred villainess, with the way that her dark gray jacket's hood draped over her and the way that her scarlet curls seemed to boast ego. The dark green lenses of her thick goggles gleamed with a mysterious shimmer.

She hummed, and turned back to them, her face partially obscured by the hood and her massive curls. "Is this the biggest one you've caused so far in your career?"

They all looked at each other, some with worry. "...Yes? Why?" Another minion asked, and the girl laughed. "You really call that big? Even a Nigerian cripple can do better!" She spread her arms apart, as if to show an example of its appropriate size. "And bigger is always better!"

"So? You're saying that a girl can do better?" The lead minion scoffed again, clearly not sensing the danger behind her. "How can we believe what a ginger girl says?"

As if to serve as a reply, she snapped her fingers, and a bright orange flame sparked into existence, fluttering over her fingers.

The gang of minions stood there, dumbfounded as she aimed and tossed the little flame into the burning mess, like a basketball player. Their eyes somehow managed to follow the tiny spark, as it seemed to glow brighter than all the flames put together.

The spark disappeared amongst the fire, and when she snapped her fingers again, another explosion, powerful enough to demolish all the storage units near the center boomed. The sound was tremendous, like a horde of elephants trampling an army on a field of mines, and not only was it loud enough to alarm cars from the faraway neighborhoods, but it also created a mushroom cloud the size of a two-story house.

They all stood there, gaping like idiots as scraps of concrete, metal, and even still-burning wood flew everywhere. They were lucky that all of that somehow missed them by an inch. The girl, smirking with the satisfaction of proving them wrong, stood where she was as an umbrella of fire protected her from any debris. Metal melted into slag, concrete boiled away into nothingness, and wood was instantly reverted to ashes.

Once the worst of the debris rain was over, which took around three minutes, she flicked her hand to dispose of the umbrella and the two forces turned back once more to look at each other; the Chaos minions, who were now terrified and certain that she was secretly a demon, and the girl, who seemed to not care at all. "So?" She asked, "whaddya think?"

They all screamed and started to run to a tinfoil-covered truck, where an immigrant minion was at the wheel silently cursing in Spanish. They piled into the back, yammering about how she was going for their skins, and the truck drove off like the end of the world was at hand.

She stood there, mouth open, for what felt like forever.

The first thing that finally came out of her mouth was: "Assholes!"