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Becoming A Villain – Part 1

Nearly two weeks after the field trip fiasco, little Mykael had been sent to the corner of the schoolhouse once more.

It had taken a lot of convincing, a near hour of tears and screaming, and a bribe of ice cream for dinner before the little boy finally agreed to go back to school. David wasn't very keen on sending his boy back to that school, but bright as he was he still needed an education. He knew that Mykael could learn plenty from books and tutors; hell, the kid had proved since he was toddler that he was exceptionally bright. But he still needed to be around children his own age; despite how cruel they could be. He couldn't spend all his time with adults.

So it was back to school for him.

And now he was back in the corner.

As Mykael stood in the corner he felt more rejected than ever before. Once again, after countless times before, he'd been laughed at, pushed around, blamed and sent to the corner.

Once again he'd been told that he'd been a "bad boy".

Once again he was missing out on the laughter and games that the rest of the class was allowed to participate in.

"No matter how hard I try nobody likes me. I'm always the odd man out… the last one picked… I'm such a…screw up! A black sheep!" his little foot kicked at the wall angrily, but nobody noticed; they were too busy enjoying their games and songs without him. He looked over his shoulder dejectedly before he faced back to the floor in front of him.

"Maybe they're all right. Maybe I really am just bad. Maybe that's just my destiny." He thought to himself as he sighed glumly.

That was when a light bulb lit up in his head.

"Wait! Maybe that's just it! I am very good at being very bad! In fact…being bad is the one thing I'm good at! Well fine then! I'll just be bad!" he snuck a look back over his shoulder and a sly smirk stretched itself across his lips. "And if I'm going to be a bad boy, then I am going to be the baddest of them all!"

He turned and opened the supply closet, completely unnoticed as was normal when he was thrown to the corner. He quickly threw the necessary ingredients together and placed the can on a nearby desk. Quietly he grabbed Minion and backed out of the schoolhouse and outside.

"Sir? What are we doing?" he asked.

"Just watch Minion… in three…two…one."

BOOM!

A cloud of blue erupted from the windows, along with the screams of his classmates and teacher. Several blue faces peered out the windows at him and he couldn't hold back the giggle.

All too soon he was being driven back to the prison. He smiled brightly out the back window of the bus as his classmates sneered at him. Wayne Scott hovered just above the ground; he stuck his tongue out at his departing adversary and then turned around and lifted the school up and flew away with it with everyone still inside.

Though harmless and a little misguided, Mykael hadn't fully thought through his plan; he hadn't thought to the part where the Warden would find out and he would be inevitably punished.

David crossed his arms and stared down at the boy who peered up at him with an impish grin on his face.

"Do you want to tell me what you were thinking?"

"I turned them blue too." He giggled, elated that he had gotten his revenge. "They always teased me about being blue. So I wanted them to know how it feels to be like me."

His eyes drifted off for a moment as he replayed the scene in his mind, clearly pleased with himself. "I turned them blue too." He giggled again as he spoke more to himself than anyone else.

David grumbled slightly as he looked down to Mykael. Try as he might thought he couldn't find himself as angry as he felt that he ought to be. Some part of him was proud that his little boy had fought back.

After a quiet moment he chuckled.

"Well, maybe it's for the best. I was starting to think that maybe it was time we took your education into our own hands…hire you some private tutors. But that doesn't mean that you're off the hook entirely!" he had to jump in to cut off whatever the boy had been about to say. "The fact is that you did still make a bomb and set it off in your classroom." He sighed; trying to think up a punishment. He didn't want to squash the boy's enthusiasm; nor did he want him to think that he was being punished for standing up for himself, but rather for the way in which he did.

"No inventions or power tools for a week."

"But!"

"And no dessert."

"But!"

"And no buts, young man! Now go to your room." It felt odd calling the cell a room, but it was the closest thing he had. Mykael opened his mouth to fight back but the Warden gave him a stern glare and pointed out the door. He sighed and slumped his shoulders and turned to make his way out the door.

"Yes sir…"

By the end of the week Mykael had already torn through every book the Warden owned as well as the stack he had requested from the library. If he was going to be punished, David had figured that he might as well use the time for something and at least study. Mykael was an exceptionally fast reader; but what had shocked the Warden the most was the types of books that he had been reading.

He knew that his boy was bright; his early inventions had proved that; but this was beyond anything that he had imagined. Already his little boy had tackled full sets of encyclopedias, a plethora of engineering and tech magazines and manuals, and even several college level textbooks on various topics.

Even after his punishment was over Mykael sat at the desk he'd been provided with, staying up until all hours into the night, hunched over a notepad. Several drawings and diagrams had already been added to those that wallpapered the walls of his cell.

"Alright son, come on, you've gotta eat sometime." David said as he leaned against the wall and looked at the boy hunched over his desk.

"No time, sir! I'm on the verge of a discovery!"

"What sort of discovery? You're 10, for crying out loud!"

"I'm inventing!"

"Yeah well, you can invent after dinner. Supper's getting cold." David turned to walk out of the cell.

"Evil has no time for dinner!" Mykael said dramatically. The very words stopped David dead in his tracks. Maybe he'd heard his boy wrong. Slowly he turned around.

"What?" there was a hint of a chuckle in his voice; hoping that it had been a joke.

For but a moment Mykael wavered, as if he were going to take back his words; as if they had slipped out. But he flashed a glance to Minion and then back to the Warden and a smile broke out over his face.

"I'm gonna be a villain!"

"What?" David's stomach dropped. Out of everything that his child could have said, he had not been expecting that.

"A villain! But not just any villain Warden! A Super Villain! I'm gonna be the best bad boy that this city ever saw!"

"Very funny kid." He said, hoping against hope that this was just a joke.

"I'm not kidding." Mykael said stubbornly.

Okay…maybe it was just a phase.

"You're not a villain kid. Villains are bad. You're not bad."

"Everyone always says that I am." The boy pouted.

David ran a hand down his face as he mentally kicked himself over and over. He should have pulled the boy out of school long ago; and he shouldn't have raised him in a prison. Being around this all day; it couldn't have been good for the boy. Perhaps a different tactic would work.

"Come on, you're a smart kid. You could do anything. You could be like those inventors we saw at that museum!" he tried. Months back he had taken his boy on a trip to a symposium; some of the greatest minds had gathered there and he thought that it would be a good pick-me-up to bring the kid to a place where he could get really inspired and feel special.

"No! I'm gonna be a villain! It's my destiny! He and I were destined to be rivals and I'm supposed to be the villain!"

"You and who exactly?" he stared off with Mykael before he realized. "This is about that Scott brat? You don't even have to deal with him anymore! Just forget about him. We'll all be better off for it."

"You're wrong."

"What did you say young man?"

"I said you're wrong! You're always telling me that I can be whatever I want! I'm going to be a Super Villain!"

David could hardly believe his ears. He looked down at the little boy before him and didn't know what to say. He hoped that this was all just a part of growing up; one of those difficult rebellious stages that began as a child reached his age. Even the glare that the boy was sending his way wasn't entirely convincing. Never before had the kid shown even a singular evil bone in his body.

This wasn't him.

This wasn't his little boy.

But when that child crossed his arms and glared like that, David felt like his entire world had fallen out from under his feet. He sighed and slowly turned and walked out of the cell that made up the boy's room. But David didn't go to dinner. He walked into his office and locked the door behind him before sinking into that old familiar armchair.

That was where he remained all night; with a glass of whiskey in one hand and an old photo album in his lap.