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Chapter one

8 years later

The streets were filled with people dressed like superheros. Bree frowned as she brushed against their superhero capes and other fake materials. As much as she hated superheros, she knew more than anyone what being ignorant meant. That why her mission today was so important.

"Listen Livewire" Eraser's voice crackled over her earpiece communicator. Over the past few years, Eraser was like an uncle to her. He took over her training and was always there for her. He was also the one who took her in, when she was at her most vulnerable state. No matter how ready she thought she was, Eraser told her to lie low. This, at this annual protector festival, was her first mission as villain and it was her first step towards her revenge.

"This is your first mission, as well as your debut as a part of the league of villains. This is also the time where the most praised superheros will show their face voluntarily for first time in 8 years. You first have to electrify the stage they are on. Then Fathom will…"

"I know, Eraser. You told me. Over and over" she sighed

"Livewire, got your jacket?" Fathom, a boy with ability control water walked over, he had hazel hair with hazel eyes. If you were just a normal teenage girl, you would see him as someone you would want to flirt with. But Fathom was one of the closest friend in her age group. Fathom was pulling his jacket on. Eraser had made them sew your own villain logo right below the grey wolf which represents the league of villains. Fathom's was blue eagle looking left. Bree had chosen a dead white rabbit with a cross for a nose. The rabbit was to represent electrification.

Bree nodded as she adjusted her jacket.

"I'll be by the stage. The mission begins in 10 minutes so hang around" Fathom shot a goofy smile as he led them to an empty alleyway. When they finally got to an alleyway with nobody, he plugged his earpiece on.

"You weren't wearing that?" Bree asked rolling her eyes. Fathom always did things last minute, it always frustrated Bree.

"Relax Bree. I'm used to mission. Today is your day. It doesn't matter if I mess up." Fathom replied grinned.

"Fathom. It's Livewire. I have no idea who Bree is" Bree grumbled, "I'm going to transform later, genius."

"Okay, Livewire" Fathom said grinned as he closed his eyes and his hair started to turn light blue. It was always amazing to see other transform since you couldn't see your own. Blue light flashed over him as the scent of fresh ocean water overwhelmed her. When Fathom finally opened his eyes, his eyes were glowing blue. He looked really attractive, but Bree was so used to it, she simply rolled her eyes as she outstretched her hand to pulled his hoodie over his head.

"You're just too bright. You're hair seem neon. What's with that?" She asked sighing. Fathoms neon hair was never helpful during spy attack missions.

"Maybe it's how light your soul is" Fathom laughed his neon eyes glinting, "Look at Eraser, his hair is disgusting green. Don't tell him I said this"

"He heard everything" Bree laughed pointing at his earpiece, "Always stupid, are we? I'll get going. Make sure not to drop water anywhere" She said laughing before she walked away.

"You just make sure to electrify anyone" Fathom called, she could hear him grinning.

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Bree hid herself among the crowds. She planned on lingering near the stage. As she walked closer to the stage, she heard a clunk as if something metallic had dropped. Worried that it might be something of hers, she snapped around. The object wasn't hers. It was some guy's ring. The ring rolled over and stopped beneath her feet. She thanked herself for not transforming when Fathom did. If she had, the guy would've figured out by her bright purple hair which was very unusual hair color.

Bree leaned down to pick it up and held it out to the guy.

"Here" she said as cheerful as possible. For normal people, today was a happy day to celebrate. Since it was a day to celebrate the superheros. The guy had brown hair with brown eyes. 'Not out of ordinary' she thought.

"T-thank you" he said as he took the ring. "This was my mother's"

"Then you better keep it safe right?" she smiled trying to leave as soon as possible.

"Yeah" the guy said blushing a little, maybe from the embarrassment. "My name is Leo"

"Bree" Bree said as she wondered whether using her real name was a good idea. But it was too late to take it back.

"This is great isn't it?" He said looking up at the stage where the heroes were planned to appear on. "I want to be just like them" he said softly like those words had other deep meaning. Bree remembered the times when she used to believe and wish the same thing.

"Yeah."
"Oh, look at the time, I have to get going. Thank you for the ring." He said quickly before turning to walk away in the opposite direction. Bree stared at Leo's back. Something told her that there was something sorrowful about that boy.

"Livewire" A voice crackled over her earpiece, Fathom. "Almost time." he said, "Pull your mask on. Please tell me you've already transformed."

Bree looked down at herself, she had completely forgotten!

"Sorry, working on it." She said as she pulled her hoodie on. Her transformation was a little discreet. There wasn't any light flashing like Fathoms, hers only left a strong scent of grape candy, which could easily be covered within the crowd. She closed her eyes and summoned the familiar sizzlingly feeling of the electricity from the back of her head. She opened her eyes as soon as she grasped the feeling. She tied her now purple hair in a ponytail as she pulled her mask on. Wayn gave each of them a choice for the mask. Fathom had chosen a design which covered his entire face. "I like to keep things fresh" he had said when she asked about it. Bree's was a simple black masquerade style mask with silver outlines. She didn't want to put too much thought into her equipments. They were always getting lost during fights. She had a mini gun hidden at the insides of her jacket. She pulled on hoodie tight around herself as she placed herself well hidden beside the stage.

"Livewire, Fathom position check" Wayn said over the earpiece.

"Check" she heard Fathom reply from the other side of the stage.

"Check" Bree said quickly after.

"You both have to get yourself up to the top floor of the building behind Fathom as soon as you complete your part." Wayn said. Bree nodded.

As soon as Bree nodded, the lights of the stage turned off. Revealing the most popular superheroes. Within them, was Ben. Bree shook with rage.

"Go have some fun" Wayn replied before going off.

Bree inhaled she looked at the lighting at the left and the right of the stage. She concentrated and sent enough electricity to cause a small explosion. It was enough to place the stage in dark. Just as expected, the stage was completely dark. The superheroes immediately started yelling for the crowd to calm down as the crowd starting heading for the excite.

"Fathom!" Bree shouted

"Done!" Fathom shouted back.

Bree smiled as she sent strong electricity to the water. There was a purple flash and horrible smell of flash being cook filled her nostrils. Bree frowned as she ran towards the building. Light. There was a fire elemental within. Bree had never heard of a superhero with a fire power. Maybe that person was a trainee.

Bree was on top of the building as instructed. There was two sniper for both Bree and Fathom.

"Others must be stationed in other buildings nearby" She whispered to herself as she looked at the stage using the binoculars attached to the sniper. Fathom wasn't with her. Heart pounding, she desperately looked around the stage. There he was, with Ben. Bree froze in terror. Ben had a gun aimed at Fathom as other superheroes brought him away. Fathom didn't do as instructed or was caught before he could do anything. Did they fail? Was this mission a total failure?

"Freeze!" She heard a voice behind her. She slowly turned. Expecting those people who killed her parents. She wasn't weak now. She had the strength to kill all of them and avenge her parents deaths.

But it wasn't one of her parent's killers. It was that fire elemental. He had brown hair with barely visible brown eyes under a mask. His mask was very similar too. Only, his was outlined with red. Probably representing his fire power she thought as she quickly pulled her minigun.

"Who are you? I don't think you were part of the league of villains!" He said loudly, "Are you working alone?"

Of course, he didn't see her as a part of the league of villains, yet. She might as well as protect them.

She didn't say anything as she aimed at his arm and fired. It hit his arm. He seemed taken aback at her actions. She had learned from Eraser that she shouldn't hesitate, first thing she should do in a battlefield is the first fire, which had to come from her. First fire meant, first dominance.

"What.. is your goal" He said as blood dripped from his arm. She felt a pang of guilt forming at the back of her throat. But she wasn't there to chat about how their useless choices got themselves there on the rooftop.

"Run, while you can. Justice is not as valuable as your life." She said shortly as the thought of Fathom brought eternal sadness to herself. She was never going to see him again. Her best friend who always brought laughter to her dark depressing life.

"Livewire, are you alive? Can you hear me?" She heard a voice over her earpiece. "Don't reply if you are in a situation. Helicopter in 5 minutes rooftop. Get on. You heard me?" Bree nodded quickly understanding. She was used to Wayn yelling fragments of instructions. Bree looked around looking for the 'ride' that Wayn promised. Thankfully, she could see a black helicopter flying towards her from few miles away.

How would she get into the helicopter while this flaming guy had his eyes on her.