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"Have you ever thought about pleading insanity?" Indigo sat up immediately on her bed and looked over to cell entrance. Then she rose an eyebrow to the ridiculous question.
"No," Indigo stated, "I'm perfectly sane." Officer Wilson sighed.
"You say this but you exhibit symptoms of mentally disturbance." Indigo shrugged.
"I know I'm not insane because everything I do, I know the consequence."
"How did this come about, then?" Indigo looked over to Officer Wilson.
"What?"
"You're the genius. You tell me." Indigo stared at her face and frowned.
"You want to know how I became a villain?" Officer Wilson nodded then Indigo sighed.
"How did you become the thing we know as Indigo? When did you stop being Annabella and started being Indigo?"
"I've always been evil," Indigo started, "But my first act of crime was when I was seven."
"What did you do?"
"I stole a chocolate bar from a store. I was with Dante and I stole it. We, of course, were caught. Dante was scared and never wanted to do it again. I, on the hand, enjoyed it and kept doing it. I eventually got caught so many times that they sent me to juvie..."
"What is your name?" A muscular man with white hair asked.
"What's it to you?" spatted a seven year old Annabella.
"I didn't ask for snark, kid. I asked for your name."
"Hannah."
"Well, Hannah, do you know what you did wrong?"
"Yeah, I stole something. Is there a problem?"
"Is there a...Little missy, I'm going to break that little attitude of yours. I am Warden Richard Johnson and I'm going to be in charge of you while you're in this little facility. Now, your track record says that you have sticky fingers."
"I just stole candy. You're acting like I stole from the National Mint!"
"I'm sure that's where you'll steal from eventually." Annabella rolled her eyes.
"Please. I'll give a call when that happens." The Warden frowned.
"Okay, Miss Sass, I'm getting real tired of your attitude."
"Well, I can't help that your name is a euphemism for a penis."
"What?"
"You know," Annabella explained, "A nickname for Richard is Dick and Johnson is already a euphemism of it. The joke's not funny if I have to explain it." The Warden growled at the little.
"The Warden and I had plenty of time to get to know each other considering that I went many times afterwards."
"You were Indigo by that point, right?"
"No, I was still Annabella then."
"Then how did you get the name Indigo?"
"I sprouted flowers." Officer Wilson gave Indigo a weird look. "Remember the vines? Yeah, one day they sprouted flowers and they happened to be the indigo plant."
"Fascinating. Now you mentioned last time that you had evil plans. Does that mean you were thinking of taking over the world?"
"No, baby steps. I will get there eventually but for now, I just make doomsday weapon just so I can threathen the world."
"You also mentioned someone foiling your plans. Who was that?" Indigo's fists clenched immediately at the thought of the person.
"I knew him as someone else but you might know him as Kid Vincible."
"Hmm, never heard of him."
"He saved the world many times from the clutches of me, how could you not know him?"
"I haven't been caught up in world affairs lately," Officer Wilson said as she shrugged her shoulders.
"For five years, you haven't caught up with world affairs?" Indigo asked with a skeptical brow, "Well, anyway, I first met the boy when I was thirteen..." A younger Indigo smirked at her surroundings. It was so easy for her to get into the National Mint without getting detected. You would think that they would have better security precautions. Indigo adjusted the black mask that contrasted with her ghost white face. She really didn't like wearing it but it's supposed to conceal her identity. In fact, Indigo looked more like a superhero than a super villain. She had her long, back-length raven hair tied in a loose ponytail, she wore an indigo catsuit, designed sleeveless and a turtleneck, complete with black, knee high boots, black gloves that stop at the forearm, and a black utility belt. Indigo may not have looked like a super villain but she felt as evil as one. Then, with a malicious smile, she pulled out a cellphone and dialed a number. When the person groggily responded, Indigo smirked.
"Hello, Dick," Indigo said in a false cheery tone, "You will not believe where I am right now! I always do what I say I'll do!" Indigo laughed as she hung up the phone. Her gloating, of course, alerted them of her location but who cares! They're not going to get to her in time. Indigo then let out an evil laugh but immediately covered her mouth when it started to echo throughout the building. She then sighed in relief and continued on her heist. Indigo walked around the Mint before she found uncut sheets of hundred dollar bills. She was about to grab a couple sheets before she heard someone's voice.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Indigo turned around and saw someone standing a few feet away from her. It was obviously a boy around her age, wearing a blue shortsleeve turtleneck, tan camouflage cargo pants, a black belt with supenders that cross in front of him, a tan one strap bookbag, and a blue mask. The boy also had brown, spiky hair and green eyes. Indigo smirked.
"I'm robbing the National Mint. Duh. I thought it was obvious."
"Well, it's obvious that you're going to jail so I just suggest that you give up now." Indigo laughed.
"And who are you supposed to be?"
"I'm Kid Vincible!" Indigo rose a eyebrow.
"Do you need a dictionary? Because I don't believe you know what vincible means."
"I do know what it means!" Kid Vincible whined, "It means 'able to be defeated'."
"For someone who's trying to be a hero," Indigo started, "That name is contradictory."
"Well, anything's vincible for me," Kid Vincible said with a large grin.
"Hmm, right. Now, if we're still doing introductions," Indigo lit up her hand, "I'm Indigo and I'm about to fry you." Indigo then lunged at the boy, who dodged with perfect ease.
"I never fought a villain with fire powers before," Kid Vincible thought aloud. Indigo shot a fireball at him.
"There's a first time for everything." Indigo threw more fireballs at Kid Vincible, who dodged every last one of them.
"Well, you obviously went to the Super Villains' School for Not Knowing How to Aim." Indigo growled in anger and threw more fireballs.
"Why won't you hold still?!" Indigo yelled as she was getting irritated really quickly.
"What? You thought this was going to be easy? This is obviously your first supervillain gig." Indigo clenched her fists in anger.
"Shut up!" Then she started shooting the fireballs in rapid fire but, somehow, that little brat still dodged them all.
"You need to work on that temper of yours," Kid Vincible warned, "Or you'll have to worry about your emotions controlling everything you do."
"What are you? A psychologist?" Indigo asked in a snarky tone. "Don't tell me what to do!" Indigo attempted to kick him in the face but Kid Vincible blocked and countered the attacked. Indigo staggered backwards for a bit before looking up at Kid Vincible.
"See? Your form is sloppy because your fighting is fueled off your anger. Now, didn't your parent teach you not to steal?"
"Didn't your parent teach you not mettle in other people's business?"
"Your business just became my business the instant you broke into the National Mint." Indigo scoffed. "Besides, I'm done playing around. Surrender and we won't have much a problem.
"Surrender?" Indigo let out a small laugh. "Yeah, right. You just joined the game and it's hard to end it. All you can do is play along."
"Hmm, if that's the case," Kid Vincible reached for something in his bag, "Then it's my turn!" Then he pulled out something that resembled a can of spray-on deodorant. At that, Indigo burst into laughter.
"What is that going to do? It's deodorant!"
"It may look like deodorant but in actuality," Kid Vincible explained as he sprayed the can onto Indigo, releasing a pink gooey substance onto her, "It's an elastic constrictor." Indigo tried moving her arms and legs but they were stuck in place. "It uses all of your strength against you, if couldn't tell. And it's fireproof," Kid Vincible said with a smirk. Indigo frowned before struggling a bit. Then Kid Vincible started laughed. "Hey, Indigo. You need to clean up your act because you stink!"
"Yeah, that joke would've been funny if your weapon was a bar of soap," Indigo said in a salty tone.
"Well, we win some, we lose some," Kid Vincible said before pulling out a small device, "Or in your case, I win all, you lose all."
"This won't be the last time you see me," Indigo promised, "You think you're all that, Kid Vincible, but you're not."
"So you think."
"And so, I met the pint size brat that day," the present Indigo concluded. Officer Wilson nodded.
"And you've been fighting each other ever since?"
"I don't call it fighting," Indigo mused, "It's more like we're trying to one-up each other." Indigo smiled, "Like a game."
"And you're losing?" Wilson said with a smirk. Indigo frowned.
"I'm not losing. I'm just placed in a disadvantage and I believe he's cheating anyway. There's no way he could outsmart me on his own."
"Of course. Now, there's one question that's being nagging me for a while. Why was there no copy of your birth certificate on file?"
"Doy, it was stolen before you could get your copy."
"And why and when was that?"
"It was after my brother and I was born and I think the why is obvious."
"What? It is?"
"Yes, it is!" Indigo groaned, "Both my mom and dad are supervillains that haven't shown any signs of reforming in the near future, you don't think...?"
"...that if there is a record of you and your brother being born, the child services would be knocking on your door faster than you can say 'twins'." Indigo nodded.
"And as far as the hospital is concerned, we're just a miscounted number."
"They shouldn't have stole those documents."
"Oh, should've, would've, could've, but they didn't, did they? Besides, it doesn't matter anyway. My brother and I are both eighteen and he gave you the document anyway."
"Were you guys ever going to give the certificates back if Dante never gave it to us?"
"I don't know," Indigo sighed, "Maybe when we were ready but it doesn't matter now because Dante tried to be the hero."
"Wait, what? I'm confused." Indigo looked over to Officer Wilson then rolled her eyes.
"Ugh, that story is way too long to try to tell it so I won't tell it." Indigo turned away from the door.
"Wait, does this story have to do with why the relationship between you and your brother is so strained?" Indigo never looked back to the Officer, except to utter thee words.
"Let's just say I almost killed my brother but I will have no problem doing it again."
The end of the chapter! This one is a bit shorter. I will dedicate one more chapter to answering questions before diving into the main plot. Are you guys excited? Well, as always, read and review and I will see you next time!