Chapter 4: A villainous meeting( final part 3)

When Hanna hit the floor she gasped as her control loosened on her powers. Her alarm red eyes snapped open. 'Oh -' She wasn't able to finish her thought as a loud sonic boom rang out from her spot.

Everyone in her surrounding area could not escape from the spreading shockwave of red energy. The small ex-hero heard screams , both of surprise and horror. She screwed her eyes shut . Her hands covered her ears as the sickeningly smell of smoke entered her nose.

She felt her breath hitch. Wet tears ran down her face. 'No , no please be okay ' Her frightened mind screamed as images of the last time she lost control of her powers flashed behind her eyelids.

The terror on her parents faces . The hate from the kids parents . The yelling. The feeling of the metal chair at the police station…

'No, no!' She let out a whimper trying to shove the memories down. It was an accident , an accident-

"That child's a monster!"

'I'm sorry!' She said at the hateful words.

"She's worse than a villain"

No, no I'm not-

"Stay away from her! You heard what she did to Kyle!"

I didn't mean to-

"Monster!"

"No " she whimpered as her unwell mind replayed the terror and hate from her childhood. Her heart danced loudly in her head as her shadowy fears tortured her. Her memories mixed with her trauma of betrayal, causing her arms to itch. The itch a nagging sting played underneath her gloves.

It crawled up her arms. It was so painful. And it hurt. It hurt so badly. It was worse than the burns. She ripped off her gloves , revealing the worse of her scars.

When she saw the intricate scars on her hand's , the phantom itch became worse. Crazily she scratched her right arm, her nails raking against her dry skin. At first her scratching was slow but the pain was still there-

"Monster"

Her scratching became more frenzied.

The sound of the ambulance driving away the fatally injured. The sound of heartbroken weeping echoed in her mind as the feeling of anti-power cuffs chaffed her small wrists.

She broke down in frustrated tears as her nails scraped against her skin. The pain hurt so much . She just wanted it to go away. But it wouldn't . Why? Why?! WHY WOULDN'T IT LEAVE!?. She didn't stop scratching even when she drew blood.

" Sister dear, face it" The pretty model like figure of her younger twin. She looked up into the pretty face warped in a sneer. " You can't use your powers, you destroy everything you touch" Hanna watched in horror as her sister walked closer wrench in hand to her experiments.

"WHY IS IT STILL ITCHING?!"

She would have continued her destructive behavior if it wasn't for the cold rubber gloved hand stopping her in place. It took her too long to register it's existence on her wrist.

"Are- Are you okay?" She stared at the oddly comforting limb . The pressure was … relaxing. It felt like hours as she stared at it, her heart rate gradually going back to normal. The intense itching decreased as she calm down. She blinked the dull pain easing her out of her trance.

Not thinking Hanna looked up . " Th-Thank you Slu-" Then she noticed the bag was a lighter shade the worried gaze behind thick black lenses. Those did not belong to her grumpy ex-villain friend.

It took her an even longer time to realize who this other paper bag wearing person was. Although she was just staring at him not saying anything she was screaming internally.

' I really , really should've stayed home!"


To say Dr. Flug was surprised when a sonic boom went off would be an under statement. The blast was reminiscent of a nuclear bomb going off. ' Did Dementia put another nuke in her hair?' he thought as red light passed over him . He let out a yelp as debris fell on top of him.

" Dementia what did you do?!" He yelled as he fought his way out of the ceiling insulation, nearly choking on asbestos. ' Even I'm not that evil' he thought as he brushed off the deadly stuff. Thankfully he remembered to put a vial of super strength healing tonic in his pocket.

Unlike the cheapo garbage that they sell to their customers this was fast-acting , had no side effects and minty aftertaste.

He winced as he moved his broken arm to his lab coat pocket. Gripping against the thin vial of glowing green liquid, ha wiggled as he coaxed it out.

' Moronic hero, didn't even bothered to search me' He criticized Magma-man as he drank the oddly refreshing concoction. He closed his eyes momentarily as the cool liquid slid down his throat. Letting out a sigh of relief as he felt his bones knit back together.

" Gah my back!" he whined , his brittle spine snapping loudly as he sat straight up. He blinked away the relaxing numbness that the topic induced while it worked, feeling a tad relaxed

" Did a bomb go off?!" His relaxation lasted only a few seconds when his brain processed his surroundings. Everything that wasn't nailed down was blown away , smoking piles of various medications were strewn about. The wall had shelving embedded in them along with a few broken pipes poking out like broken bones .

" Dementia where are you ? " Dr. Flug called out as he stood up. He did not see the hybrid but he did saw a short woman sitting in a fetal position .

Dr. Flug prided himself on his scientific powers of deduction. The scorch marks that radiated from her and the faint smell of burning smoke from her general direction told his neurotic brain that this citizen was the source.

He himself had a hard time in believing that this person was so. But first he had to look for the lizard woman .Black Hat would not be pleased if the living weapon got damaged or worse.

With the scent of scorched lizard plus the ever alarming burn marks Dr. Flug worriedly entertained the thought of the hybrid getting vaporized. His worries were dashed when he saw an unconscious figure drop form the ceiling with a plop.

Skittering over to where she dropped , he checked her pulse. ' Good she's alive' He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt her strong pulse underneath his gloves.

He thought he was used to all types of carnage . But when he saw what was left of the hero he nearly gagged.

Dr. Flug was yet again amazed at how durable the lizard experiment was. Unlike Dementia who got away with only a few bruises and brunt hair the hero' s body was charred. A few parts of the exposed skeleton were melted twisted inward on itself like ruined steel.

Dr. Flug couldn't help but feel sadistic joy at the macabre sight. It was beautiful to see. Oh it was downright pitiful that the heroes death was too quick-

" Que pasó ?" What he thought was a corpse muttered.

" Amazing ! " gasped Dr. Flug. He did read that Magma-man was able to withstand burning temperatures but he never thought to this extent " I wonder if 5.0.5 had regenerated by now! Maybe if I'm quick I enough I can-where is that coming from?"

The smell of iron only found in blood directed his attention back to the woman. She was short with a rather sturdy figure messy hair covered her eyes. His eyes widen in horror as he watched the woman scratch her arm in a frenzy. By her frantic muttering with every movement it was obvious that she was having a breakdown.

The closer his worried but cautious steps got the more blood was drawn. He stopped a few inches from her wondering what to do.

Should he stop her? If he didn't he was sure she wasn't going to stop unless she hit a major artery .' but I'm a villain! Villain's d-don't help others!'

" WHY IS IT STILL ITCHING?!" Flug flinched as he heard her yell. It was raspy as if she was parched.

Without thinking he calmly but firmly grabbed her wrist , stopping her in place.

"Are- Are you okay?" He asked gently. He was glad that the bag hid his burning face. Of course she wasn't okay! She resembled the mess he was before he worked for black hat!

He felt her pulse settle down as she stared at his hand. The only sound he heard for those minutes were her ragged breathing and the faint sound of sirens in the distance. As he was about to pull away he froze as she slowly looked up at him.

"Th- Thank you Slu-"She cut off her sentence with a fearful screech as she snatched her hand away from his grip. " Don't hurt me! I swear I didn't mean to – ow!" She let out a hiss of pain from the self-inflicted wound.

" Um, " Dr. Flug cleared his throat feeling awkward " So uh, do you usually have panic attacks when you uh do this?" He gestured to the mess ,instinctively hiding the disfigured hero out of her sight.

Something told him from her actions that her psyche couldn't handle that level of gore right now. " I- I didn't mean to hon-honest ! My-my powers-"

"You have powers?" She let out a worried screech, as if she didn't mean to say that.

"Don't hurt me ! I know what you do to witnesses! I know who you work for!"

" And how did you know who I am?". Her reaction would've been funny if she didn't looked so pathetic.

"I-" She let out another hiss of pain scooting away from the mad scientist. "I promise I won't say anything just let me go please! I don't want any trouble, just my existence is enough to cause a disaster!"

Normally pleas of mercy would've made him chuckle but watching someone more pathetic looking than himself took away the joy. Not to mention the way her wound looked caused his anxiety to sky rocket.

" Just calm down okay?" He took a step towards her only for her to shrink back, " You're terribly hurt and are those burn scars?"

She hesitated before meekly nodding her head.

" Here"He said as he took out a small cube no bigger than his hand out of his other pocket . Pressing a button on its side it immediately grew. Noticing her curious stare her eyes- wait did they just change color?!-Flug gently assured her , " Don't worry this is my personal med-kit, give me your arm it's really bothering me"

He had to crouch down to get a better view , unknowingly revealing the charred hero.

" B-but aren't you evil…" Her voice trailed off her eyes turning slowly to a bright blue green . Flug followed her gaze , to the hero who was struggling to breathe. Dr. Flug cursed inwardly , as he quickly blocked her sight . But alas the damage was done.

Flug quickly considered vaporizing her if she started to freak out. They had to get out of here before the police showed up.

They were more troublesome than heroes.

"Oh. It happened again huh? "She sounded tired her shoulders slumping in despair. Flug blinked a bit surprised at her reaction. She brought her legs up to her chest propping her chin on them as she stared at the hero, " Is he alive at least? Even if he is he's not going to last long"

"D-Did you did that?" Flug asked genuinely curious about the again part.

" Yes" Her eyes were now a terrifying color. An empty soulnessess occupied her voice. She then went silent , Flug taking this opportunity to tend to her arm . He couldn't help but awe at the intricate burn scars, they looked like she slowly dipped her arm into acid making a gradient of sorts. But he didn't say anything cause he also recognized small white scars that ran down the arm over the burn.

Everyone had their own issues. It was none of his business.

He decided to busy himself by quickly tending to her current wound . Thankfully it was shallow so it didn't use that much gauze.

"You've killed people right Dr. Flug?" He nearly jumped when she spoke up again. That was an odd question. She did recognized him so she was definitely aware of his crimes. Confused , Flug answered his back to her., " Uh, yes why-?"

"Can you kill me please?"

"What?!" Flug's head snapped around his hand nearly getting caught in the box. At first he thought he misheard .

" I used to be a hero you know" she continued to talk her chilling monotonous voice gave him chills. " By the name of Love Arrow "

This was the voice of someone who had completely given up. A tone that he would encounter a few times with heroes. Even his boss who enjoyed misery and despair disliked those broken heroes.

" W-Why would I ? I mean, I don't show mercy to anyone" Dr. Flug immediately tapped into his 'evil mode' He smirked a bit as he watched her tense up rigid with fear.

" But my arm..?"

" No, no that wasn't mercy!" He waved it off as if it was a fact, " I only did that cause the sight of blood bothered me, I'm a mad scientist not a slob!"

"Killing me won't be showing me mercy right? I m-mean I'm still a witness"

" To what? " Flug's glasses glinted sinisterly at her gesturing to the surroundings, " The blast that caused this level of destruction came from you did it not?"

At this she let out a whimper," You're right. I'm a monster. But please do it I can't- I can't do this anymore. My sister is right I''ll be doing everyone a favor if I'm dead"

Dr. Flug sighed taking out a card. He couldn't believe what he was doing , but he couldn't let a peculiar test subject to waste. Thankfully, he remembered to put a tracking device inside the cards. If the worst happens at least he'll be able to send a Hatbot to retrieve her cadaver.

It'll be a shame to miss out on such destructive powers.

" Here" He bent down holding the card to the ex-hero. She blinked at it taking it with hesitation. He watched as her hand trembled as she read it, "If you decide to not die , call the number on the card., Lord Black Hat doesn't discriminate a potential client , especially with your capabilities Ms. Love Arrow"