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Black - White
Chapter I
"I'm getting better at this crap." I said to myself, fully aware I was alone and bitterly cognizant of this putrid habit of talking to myself.
The upper echelon of the Hero League were either dead or runaways...most of them were exceptionally good at hiding from me but not that it mattered, in time, every proclaimed hero would grovel at my feet.
In the distance, was the ruins of their second division headquarters which I had just turned to rubbles with my new destructive ability. I retracted my hand blazing with a magnificent yellow. There were no screams of despair and terror. This was a ruse to draw me out. Asinine and borderline suicidal but I am not one to judge. I crave power. In any malleable shape or form. I noticed a foreign presence steadily approach my sphere of spatial relation. It was nothing alarming, but neither could I deny its underlying power.
I have scoured this pathetic city, day by day in search of a powerful individual to confer to my own power but came up short and since patience was an attribute I lacked, alternatives were drawn.
Looking at her now, I did a good job at hiding the bloodthirsty grin that threatened to split my face in half. Our previous fight had been brief courtesy to the intervention of a certain imbecile that refused to die. She was raw, and showed potential were she to nurture her rusty edges and refine her combat skill. An idle thought made me wonder if I had imbibed the essence of the wrong supe. I shook my head at the impervious thought and concentrated.
"Unfortunately for you, I have run out of patience. I made the mistake of sparing you the last time, but," I paused, long enough for her to feel the effects of my overwhelming power, her posture was unsteady. Good. "today marks the end of your journey, Thunder Girl, prepare yourself."
TBC
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