A/N: So this is just an extra chapter about some of the minor characters. No real plot or anything, just wanted to give some insight for them. Hope you enjoy.

In other news, the finale is a WIP. We're getting closer and closer. Hope you're ready...


She was known as 'the girl who never spoke'.

Not once had the girl spoken. In all the years at her high school, she hadn't uttered a single word. Even during roll call, she would raise a hand instead of speaking. When teachers called on her she did not answer, or she wrote her answer down on paper.

No one knew why she acted like this. Some suspected she was deaf. Some suspected she was doing it for attention. Others thought she had a disability of some kind, or severe social anxiety.

Of course, that never mattered to a particular classmate of the girl. He didn't care that she never spoke at all; he'd still ask her for pencils or to repeat what the teacher said since he wasn't listening. Usually when he asked the latter, the girl would show him her notes.

This classmate wasn't her friend, not by a long shot (no one was, really), but he wasn't an enemy either. He didn't tease her or try to provoke her like other students. This kind of surprised the girl, considering the classmate was known for being a delinquent. Maybe he just didn't care. Or maybe it was because he was also a superhero and had better things to do.

The girl did want to talk to her classmate, eventually, but she never did. She almost felt guilty. She wanted to thank him for being such a great hero, or at the very least, not belittling her. But she never could.

Well. That was until one day.

Friday afternoon, and the girl was walking home from school. It was a quiet street in a serene part of the city, with only a few small businesses populating the street. Some of her fellow students were jeering at her as usual, but it was no different than normal. Rarely ever did monsters or criminals show their face around the street, thank the girl's luck.

"Where do you think you're going, bitch?"

The girl turned around as one of the school bullies approached her, her groupies behind her. They all looked like sweet little angels, but their hearts were as black as tar.

"You seriously didn't think we'd let you leave?" the bully jeered.

The girl didn't say anything.

The bully laughed. "How sad. Teach her a lesson, gi…"

The girl covered her ears as the bullies suddenly began screaming and running away. She frowned in confusion, when a shadow appeared over her head. Trembling, the girl turned around, only to come face-to-face with a hideous monster.

It was some kind of black, scale-covered reptilian being that towered above her. She avoided its red eyes and gleaming teeth, her blood going cold. It let out a deep roar.

"Pathetic human," it hissed. "You are all worthless beings! You will be the first to feel my fury!"

It swiped her with its claws, sending her into the ground. She clutched her shredded school uniform as blood pooled out. She coughed up more of the red liquid, her vision going in and out. She weakly got up onto her arms, tears dripping down her cheeks.

No, she thought. I never even got to say goodbye… Mom… Dad… I'm a failure…

The monster appeared above her. She couldn't even look up.

"Die!" it boomed.

I'm so sorry…

"Not so fast, dickhead!"

The girl dared herself to look up, hearing a loud CRASH! The monster wasn't there anymore. Standing in its place was a teenage boy with a metal bat in his hand. He was glowering at the corpse of the monster.

Her classmate.

"Serves ya right, ya nasty bastard." he spat.

The girl blubbered some incoherent words. "Ba… ba…"

"Huh?" the boy turned around, noticing the girl on the ground. "Whoa, shit! Didn't even see ya there! You okay?"

He kneeled down to examine her for injures, but she suddenly flung her arms around his neck (despite it hurting her arms).

"Thank you!" She chorused. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"Uh, yer welcome," the boy replied, awkwardly. His tone changed. "Can you let me go already?!"

"Sorry," the girl said, backing away. "Sorry! Really sorry. Sorry! Sorry! So sorry. Sorry, uh, sorry! So-"

"I get it!" the boy yelled. "Yer sorry! Calm the Hell down!"

The girl looked away, and started crying.

"Oh, c'mon," the boy grunted. "Don't start cryin' on me. I don't have time for this, I gotta pick my sis up from school!"

"Sorry," the girl whimpered. She cried harder.

The boy sighed. "I'm just gonna call an ambulance for ya, okay? Yer gonna be fine, so just… stop cryin'."

She kept crying anyway. Her saviour called an ambulance.

"Sorry," she whimpered, once he'd put his phone down. "I just… thought I was gonna die… no one's ever… really been nice to me before, my parents… my parents treat me like… like a burden, and…"

"I was just doin' what heroes do," the boy told her. "Though, we're in the same class, right? Yeah, yer that chick that never talks."

The girl stared up at him. "That's me…"

"What's yer name?" the boy asked. "Can't keep callin' ya 'the chick that doesn't talk' or whatever it is. Too long."

The girl coughed. "It's Luminare…"

The hero offered her a small grin. "Call me Badd."


Deputy literally wanted to be anywhere else. If Satan himself crawled out of the ground and asked for his soul, Deputy would've given it without hesitation.

You must be wondering where on Earth Deputy is that is making him feel this way.

We call this 'school', my friends.

Child Emperor had convinced Deputy to start attending school, but he was already regretting his choice. Just standing outside the building and watching students go in and out made him want to crawl into a hole and stay there. The thought of interacting with another kid his age…

His only friend over the past few years had been Ohcysp, who wasn't exactly the greatest person alive. He certainly wasn't a role model in any way, shape or form.

His parents hadn't been much better. They acted like he didn't exist for the most part.

Deputy didn't have much faith as he strode into the school. He tried to avoid staring at the other students at all possible. He'd never been a fan of making eye contact. Every time he tried, he'd just start freaking out.

"Hey, don't I know ya?"

Deputy looked up, and faced his worst nightmare.

Oh crap, it's that Metal Bat guy… he panicked, gazing at the scowling hero. Holy shit, I didn't realise he'd be at this school!

"Hey," Metal Bat waved his hand in front of Deputy's face. "You there?"

Deputy literally ran in the other direction screaming, leaving Metal Bat very confused. Deputy snuck into a random classroom, falling to his knees and panicking behind the teacher's desk. His breathing spiralled out of control.

This was a huge mistake, he thought. Oh God, what have I done?!

"Hey, are you okay?"

It belonged to a teen girl. She was wearing a jacket over her uniform as if she was trying to cover herself. As well as that, she was located in the corner of the classroom, doused in shadows.

"Oh, I'm so sorry…" Deputy frantically apologised, calming himself. "I'm making a mess of everything again. I'll go now."

"It's okay," the girl told him, giving him a gentle smile. "I saw you were talking to Metal Bat."

"Y… Yeah," Deputy trembled.

"You're not the first to be scared of him," the girl sighed. "A lot of people here are absolutely terrified of him and avoid him at all costs. Some people think he's got it going on. Some think he's annoying and stupid. But despite that, most people respect him."

"What do you think of him…?" Deputy asked.

The girl sighed, a frown on her shadowed face. "I used to think… he was a tool I could use. But I learned the hard way that was not the case at all. Now… now I just respect him. He taught me that… I'm no queen bee. I'm just another face in the crowd, in the end."

"Oh…" Deputy said, staring at his shoes. "It's a long story, but… I used to work under a criminal boss, and Metal Bat almost killed me..."

"Are you a criminal?" the girl asked.

"I never wanted to be one," Deputy answered. "But my criminal boss was the only one who respected me. I didn't really understand that he was a criminal - I just wanted a friend. My parents don't care about me at all. They forced me onto the streets when I was a kid. My boss was the only one who ever cared about me. He's in jail now, but… part of me still misses him."

The girl nodded. "I… I can understand that. My parents don't care much about me, either. I wanted to feel special, so that's why I acted like a bitch. I wanted them to notice me, or something. At least… at least you're a good person now."

"And so are you," Deputy said, with a small smile. "Um… what's your name?"

"Carly," the girl answered.

"I'm Deputy," Deputy replied. The two shook hands.

"Cheers," Carly grinned, raising her hands, "to having our lives changed!"

Deputy nodded. Maybe school wouldn't be so bad after all.