A/N: After the response from this fic, I decided I'm going to make it into a multi-chapter fic. Thanks so much guys. You have no idea how much each review means to me. I read them like several times a day. This chapter is a bit shorter, so sorry about that.

Sorry about the slow uploads... when you have a new account, there's only so many updates you can do at a time... grr


I often find myself walking the streets of Lima Heights Adjacent at night. I don't know what it is, but I'm guessing it has to do with the fact that everyone else who is out at the time is terrified of me. It makes me feel powerful. I'm a 19-year-old woman. What's to be afraid of? Oh yes, being a mass villain doesn't make me the most approachable of chicks, but I guess my appearance doesn't really help either.

My heeled combat boots are probably the sexiest thing I own; apart from my panties of course. They are black – like most of my outfit – and they come up to just above my ankles. I wear long black socks up to my kneecap, which of course have a ring of pink around to the top. I can't look fabulous without a little pink. Next I wear my short shorts. Even I'll admit that they make my legs look pretty fucking wanky. Lastly comes my long lacy black leotard. It shows off my abs which is probably what I'm the most proud of on my body. Either that or my ass. If it's cold out like it is now, I put on my leather jacket. It makes me look pretty damn fierce.

Of course this isn't my only outfit. I wear different ones too, but this is my favorite one. I wear it when I fight because I like to look good. Nothing wrong with that. You may think that my outfit doesn't sound very badass at all but I prefer a sexy look when I'm out. I still look intimidating so really, it's a win win situation.

I breathe in and I can smell cigarettes. God I could do with a cigar but recently I've decided that I should quit so that I can run father without getting out of breath. I love running; it helps me clear my head because I've always got something on my mind. Lately the thing that has been on my mind has been a certain blonde troll. All of a sudden, a flash of yellow circles me. Of course. Speak of the devil.

"Shouldn't be walking around these parts, Lopez. They can be pretty dangerous, especially at night."

Who does she think she is? I know what I'm doing.

"I can take care of myself." I scoff before walking the other way. Brittany follows me and I sigh.

"What do you want, Blondie?" I ask her. She gives me that beautiful smile of hers and I find it so hard not to smile back. Something about her makes me feel happier. But no way in hell I'd let her know that.

"Have you thought anymore about my offer? The Titans are becoming weaker and we could do with the help." I raise my eyebrows at this and instantly she looks like she regrets what she said.

"Weaker, huh?" I ask with my devil smirk.

"I shouldn't have said that. You won't say anything, will you?" Blondie says as her face pales and I play along.

"Oh. Of course not, honey. What kind of person do you think I am?" I reach my hand out to her and she smiles as she takes it. The poor girl is too trustworthy.

I sucker punch her in the side of the jaw. Her face after I've punched her breaks my heart. She has the beautiful pout I've ever seen, but I know what I have to do. Blondie is still in shock so I use my power and blast her into a building a few yards away. The wall crumbles as she slides down to the ground.

She's knocked out cold. I walk over to her and use my boot to move her face. Yes, she is most definitely unconscious. I lift her arm and pull her body onto my shoulder. Damn, she's heavy! What does this bitch eat? As I lift her thigh over my shoulder, I realise that she's pretty much made of muscle. She's incredibly strong…Damn, that's kinda hot. I make my way to headquarters to show my team what I have found.


They don't seem too amused when I walk indoors with a superhero on my shoulder. I throw her onto the table in the living room. Karofskys temper rises and he causes the weather to change. A thunderstorm and a bad one at that. It's nothing we aren't used to.

"What were you thinking Lopez? If she knows where we live she can have us handed into the cops! Again!" he shouts.

"Oh put a sock in your pipe, asshole. She was unconscious the whole time. She's got no idea what's going on." I can't believe that after all this time, my team still don't trust me. Idiots.

"She's really hot. I'd totally do her if-" Puck says before I blast him across the room without saying a word. How dare her speak about her like that. My team is silent for a moment before Motta speaks, breaking the dark mood.

"What are you, um, we going to do with her Sa- Lopez?" Sugar corrects herself but still gets a few looks from the team.

"I was thinking we either hand her into the Brotherhood of Evil, or my friends, we train her for ourselves and become the greatest, most powerful team of all time. We will be unstoppable." This elicits a cheer from Puckerman, Motta and Karofsky. Fabray doesn't look impressed.

The Brotherhood of Evil is basically the most powerful lineup of villains on the planet. They are unstoppable. Even the titans can't beat them. I've thought about it many times whether or not to join them. I always decide against it. I'd rather be part of my own group – the Hive 5, than part of some stupid cult that everyone knows about.

"Problem?" I ask her with a glare. She returns the gesture of course and then she sits down.

"How did you plan on doing that? And where are we going to keep her?" Good point.

"Um, that's kinda where you come in. Do you think you could make a level 4 containment field? That way she can't escape." All of my plans are always thought through properly.

"Yeah, I can. There's only one problem." Quinn says.

I'm confused. I'm pretty sure she could easily make one. She's done it hundreds of times.

"You have to find her first." Quinn continues.

"What!?" I shout.

I look at the table to find that she is in fact missing but there's no doubt in my mind that she's still in the house.

"Split up and find her. Now!" I shout again. We all run in different directions. I head to the top floor of the building, which is also the floor of my room. The little bitch. I know exactly where she is.

I kick open my bedroom door and Blondie is lying in my bed.

"How nice of you to join me." She says with a wink.

I scream and blast my power towards her. She's too fast and I realize I've destroyed my bed. God damn it. I turn around and she's standing behind me. I try to blast her again but unfortunately for me I miss completely and blast my bedroom door out into the hallway.

I scream again out of frustration.

"Wow, Santana I thought you were better than this." She says.

I can't even see her. I circle my room looking for her and then I look at the ceiling.

"Hi." Blondie says with her face inches from mine. Her hair is touching my face because she's hanging upside down from the ceiling lampshade.

"You've got really pretty eyes." Blondie says as she tries to touch my cheek before I try to blast her again. This time, she runs out of my room. She misses the smile and blush that she caused.

I run after her and I hear Sugar screaming for backup. I follow the sound of her screams and I see that she's been duct taped to the living room wall. I have to cover my mouth with my hand. I shouldn't laugh but I find it hilarious.

"Oh god, are you okay Sugar?" I ask.

She doesn't look impressed.

"Help me down, Santana! This hurts!" she shouts.

I'm about to help her down when I hear an explosion somewhere in the apartment. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end. What could that have been?

I run out of the room and I can smell smoke. It doesn't take me long to find the source of the explosion. It's pouring outside and the thunderstorm is even stronger than it was earlier. A massive hole now sits in our back wall. I can see a tree that has been burnt out. Karofsky. I look at the hole and see him lying on the ground 2 stories down.

I scream and climb down the wall.

"David!" I shout and I get no response. "David!" I shout again. Still no response. I run over to his lifeless body and search for a pulse. It's weak but I find one.

"Puck!" I scream and soon enough he's outside. He jumps from the hole and the ground shakes as he lands.

"Oh god." He says. "Is he alright?" Puck asks.

I feel the need to be bitchy and ask him if he looks alright but right now I can't even muster the strength.

"Take him inside. We need to call a healer."

Puck carries Karofsky inside and I take a deep breath. For once I'm glad that the weather is so awful; no one can see me crying.


A/N: Let me know of any errors or if you think I need to change something. Constructive criticism is always helpful. Thank you again as always.