And we're already with the third part. Yay! As the title gives away, this is where he becomes a villain. Again, don't own the dialogue, but I do hope I pulled it off quite good. Next part will definitely have some original part in the future. But before we go to this part, here are the reviews:

TKDP: Thanks for reviewing! First chapter says Dr. Bridges is at the hospital and Horace died because of Darkheart. As for Philadelphia... the city's in ruins, yes, but only because there aren't many people living there anymore to keep it clean. But you could say 'apocalyptic wasteland' is coming close.

PurpleNicole531: That's correct - this is where this happens. And we'll see what happens to Oliver. Thanks for reviewing!

LabRatsWhore: Thanks for reviewing! I know, right?

Enjoy!

-Writer207

I lost them.

It was actually rather easy to admit this. I mean, I had one job and I still screwed it. What kind of a Leaguer was I? the one who always goes on missions when sneaking out and who blew a mission he got assigned.

Okay, hope wasn't lost. There was an easy question which could solve this problem. Where would I go to when I'm fleeing from a villain?

The Domain.

Now, there was a tougher question to ask. Where would Oliver (or the Destroyer, both apply now) go to when fleeing from a villain? It wasn't the Domain, that's for sure…

Wait! Oliver knew I would probably go to the Domain. He'd think that because I'm a bit older, I'm wiser and would not go looking in the Domain because it's such an obvious place to look. Off course he'd drag younger me there.

I ran out of the hospital, through the emergency room and onto the streets. People were not paying attention to me as I ran through a nicer, better, more populated Philadelphia. I almost stopped to look at the city in its full glory. It's been a long time since I've seen it like this. it's not that something bap happened to it, people left and there was almost nobody left to make sure everything looked neat. Time made the city look bad.

As I was saying, nobody looked at me. If they had noticed the black hole generator gun in my hands, the cops would've surrounded me and they would have taken me to prison while Oliver was left to turn evil. I hid the gun as I was running to the Domain.

I was slowing down when I had almost reached it. I had to be prepared for what I was about to see. There would be no Gus inside. There would be no Jordan who'd try to take me down and try to tell me I wasn't welcome. I already told her I'm immune, but she doesn't want to believe me. Probably because she's met Kenny. He wasn't the nicest person you can imagine, and you'd hate him when you know his big secret. He's a nice guy anyway.

Back to now. I walked into the shop and as predicted, Kaz and Oliver were there. Thank you, common sense! Who said they were doomed? Technically that was me, but that's out of the question – we're two different persons.

"I knew you'd come here! it was so obvious!" I said, pulling my gun again. Finally I could get my revenge and I could fulfill my duties. '"You have three options of what will happen next. You can be sucked into a black hole, you can be hurled into a black hole or I can release you." Into a black hole, I added in thoughts. I know, I shouldn't disappoint him like that, but he has disappointed me several times.

"Release me!" Oliver said. He sounded too enthusiastic.

"Okay, I'll release you… into a black hole!" I said, ready to fire away. And yet, I was stopped again. I had no idea why I was holding back. I hated the Destroyer and Oliver was no longer my friend. Maybe I was afraid to hit me in the process, maybe I was feeling pity, but I did hesitate in mind. off course I'd never show those teenagers my hesitation. They had to think Oliver had to die. Period.

"You paused on purpose!" Oliver said, and I shrugged. Yes, it was on purpose. A guy's gotta have some fun, right? "Kaz, please, talk to yourself! Convince future you not to terminate me!" So no Kaz had to help Oliver? Okay, why not. Let's give it a shot. But he's me, so I could counter everything he'd say because I knew exactly what he would do and say.

"I'll do my best, but you know my best is D+, C-." So that still hasn't changed, huh? Well, if I were still going to school, my best would probably C+, B-. I'm better than younger me! He took me away a bit further, as to discuss the matter at hand. I put the gun away, because I did not want to accidentally shoot me.

"Okay, so you should not –" This is where I interrupted myself. No, it wasn't because of what I said, but the way he pointed. His finger was pointed at me. I frowned. That really concerned me. Seriously, that's not how you pointed your finger angrily.

"That's not how you do it." I told him, and then I demonstrated what he had to do. "In the future, you point your finger angrily like this." And I pointed to the ground. if you want to get a point across, you point your finger to the ground. if you're just accusing someone, you point at their face. Mixing those two up is unacceptable.

"You know, that's much better." Kaz agreed, and he went back to the young Destroyer. I also returned to my spot and I pulled the gun out of my pocket again when Kaz explained to Oliver he had not spoken about sparing him. see, that's how you convince yourself not to talk about something: you distract me. Easy as that.

"Future Kaz, please!" Oliver came closer and I drew my gun. I would not let him get any closer. And I wondered why I'm not pulling the trigger. "You don't wanna do this. It's me, Oliver, your best friend, your partner-in-crime!"

Why was I feeling like I wasn't going to be merciless. He was trying to make me sentimental. Too bad, young Destroyer, but I'm not sentimental. At least, not when it comes to him.

"Actually, we haven't been best friends since you became evil." I told him part of the truth, leaving out the part here I say that he's tried to kill me several times. Not very neat. "And your partner in crime is the villain Scowlface! You are hilariously mismatched. You like things to be neat and he has a scowl for a face." I walked closer to Oliver, as if I was going to poke him in the stomach with it and then shoot. But off course he and Kaz backed away when I came closer. He attempted to save himself for one last time.

"Please, don't do this! I'll give you anything you want. You want money? Wig or no wig?" He pulled out two five dollar bills with his face on, one with and one without a wig. Didn't he know that it lost its worth? Ah, he earned 100 dollars per week, he'd have enough money to get through.

I accepted the money – "You do look good in a wig." – and threw them away, aiming my gun at Oliver. I should shut up, but I couldn't resist saying something. "This is useless to me. We don't have money in the future. It's a purely pollen-based economy." Well, it was pollen-based for the poor. The rich, however, still paid with paper money. One kilo of pollen was the same as 10 dollars, which was a lot for a poor man. I have both money and pollen with me, because I go to both markets for myself and for the hospital.

I came closer, ready to shoot at him. and I wondered why I still wasn't pulling the trigger! C'mon, it wasn't that hard! Oliver, however, surprised me by turning around and grabbing something behind him. when he turned back around, he sprayed our (Kaz and me) shirts with water. Now I was sad. Why would he do that?

"Hey, that's my third favorite short!" I heard Kaz say the same as me, only he had decided to say 'second favorite'. He looked at me, confused.

"Third favorite shirt?"

"Yeah, we get a really cool shirt in eleventh grade." Didn't wanna give too much details, still had to eliminate Oliver. Kaz started to smile.

"Something to look forward to." He said, and I already aimed back at Oliver. Say goodbye to this world, boy, because I decided to stop lingering. You will now be—no, wait, that's my computer, vibrating and letting out the same noise he made when Oliver jumped on the bed. I put the gun away and took my computer. I looked at the computer screen.

The article was the same: the Destroyer was using a human body as a canoe and his victim (me) was nowhere to be seen, but my name wasn't in the article anymore. It was Oliver's name instead.

Next to that first article was another one. This one was about the first time the Destroyer killed more than a few at a time. I remember having an interview about how he had been my best friend and how I wanted to stop him. instead, Oliver now spoke the words I once spoke, saying he was going to do everything in his power to stop me, the Destroyer.

"It looks like spraying that shirt has altered the future. Oliver doesn't grow up to be a villain anymore!" I exclaimed. I felt how something in me changed after I said those words. It happened so fast I almost had no idea what was going on, but in that split-second of my change I knew what happened. Oliver sprayed that shirt – that was my cue to walk in the spotlight and become an evil man who isn't shy to slaughter his own kind.

I had different memories now, several memories of one event. In one event, I was bowing down over Oliver and decided that killing him there and then would be boring, and in a different angle Oliver decided I wasn't worth wasting his time on. I remembered Titanio giving me the back hole generator gun and I remembered stealing the black hole generator and killing the old fool. I am a different Destroyer than Oliver. He still looked before he leapt. I'm more direct, more show-y. He wore a mask to come over ruthless, but I don't need to a mask in order for people to tremble before me. He sent Scowlface to get what he wanted, while I killed the stupid sidekick. I don't need him. I can only rely on myself – not my sisters, not my brothers (not even the Incinerator) and only one villain could rule supreme. That's why I made the deal with the Government in the first place. if they thought I was going to spare them, they were wrong. Jacob Hyde and his 'goons' – excuse me, hooligans – will die at my hands eventually.

I felt… better. I was better. No-one told me what to do, and no-one told me to stay inside the hospital. Nobody ordered me around, nobody told me to follow the rules – I made my own. There were no limits to what I could do, no limits concerning moral code, which can be called 'non-existent' in my case.

Then I saw the two Normos and I realized they had seen me transform from Kaz the weakling goody two-shoes into the ruthless Destroyer.

"But now I'm a villain!" I exclaimed it with pride. Off course I'd be proud to be a villain. It was so much cooler than being a hero. If you hadn't paid attention to the previous paragraphs, too bad, but I'm not gonna repeat that. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some unfinished business to attend to." My eye fell on the action figure of the Blood Chef. I looked at it and took it. I didn't really like her, but if she made it past… whatever killed her, I would've strangled her myself.

"Starting with this action figure." I had to think one second. Wallace and Clyde ran this shop. They were Catastrophe. And even though Wallace now was a drunk and some other stuff combined, they were great as villains and I wanted to support them. I'm a villain, I'm not heartless. They could be considered 'poor', so I took some of the pollen out of my pocket – the pollen which were there because that goody two-shoes had brought it with him. I put them on the counter and I put the action figure away, talking to Kaz and Oliver again.

"Now, to wreak havoc on the city!" I walked out and dramatically walked out on the streets. Apparently, I was invisible for the, because they did not see or care.

I had to pick a first target. Would I go to Mighty Med? No, too risky. I knew the defenses now must've been better than the defenses in the future. I didn't remember the details, but the security was better than what they had in the future.

No, I needed a better target. I could go to all heroes of which I knew their hide-outs. I really wanted to see them die because of me. I know I killed half of them and I would do it again in the future, but I really wanted to hurt someone and destroy a building.

Ugh, all this thinking made my brain hurt…

Off course! That's it! I made way to the Logan high school as if I had already won the battle. Because I did. The school has brought me so much misery, so I would make sure it would be erased from the face of the Earth. I'd be triumphant for the first time ever. The world would know that this time traveler was the first Destroyer to walk around the earth and succeeded to take down a building. And after I destroyed the building by sending it into a black hole, I'd go out to steal ice-cream to celebrate.

Yes. Sound good.