It began as all bad days do. I woke up late for work. My car wouldn't start. The guys I had to sit next to on the bus smelled like smoke. And then a bus came crashing through the windows of our offices on the 12th floor, because of course it did.

When the dust settled and the screaming stopped, we saw them. Crimson Sheene and Gravity, fighting here in our offices.

"Isnt this just wonderful?" Crimson asks, her voice filled with sadistic glee. Her bright red hair reflects the flickering florescents, her black mask covering the area around her bright green eyes. She wears her trademark villain suit: a red and black armor-like ensemble. "Just like old times!"

Gravity sends a desk flying her way with his powers. Ha! Where's your fancy desk now, Cindy?

"I terrorize the city, you fight me, we end up destroying a whole block while fighting, and then you get off scot free, just because you managed to stop me. Not very heroic, is it?" Crimson asked, dodging the desk and dancing around without touching the ground, her blood red disks moving under her feet with every step and keeping her from falling. Her power. It has to do with matter manipulation. She can turn anything into a blood red substance whose form she can shift however she wants. "You'd think you'd learn a bit about damage control by now, wouldn't you?"

Gravity yelled at her. No particular reason. Just a shout of anger. His stupid, cliche, light blue, spandex suit glowing as he charges up his power. Our heroes at work, ladies and gentlemen.

He throws a stapler her way like it's going to do something. My eyes widen. Not my brand new stapler! It was pretty! And my favorite color green! And it had a bottle opened on the end.

The stapler misses and goes tumbling out the window. I sigh, mourning my destroyed stapler.

He launched himself forwards and straight into her. They both go tumbling our the window.

The entire office is silent. All my coworkers gather around and look out the window, watching them leave. "Well, everyone go home!" My boss shouts. "We'll be working from home till we get the repairs made," he tells us. Then I hear, "Now I have to talk to the condescending insurance company. Thanks for that."

I shake my head. Heroes. Causing damage and ruining lives. Well, ruining my day. And that's just as bad.

Hi. My name is Rebecca Drage. I live in Parctel, one of the most hero\villain attracted places in the world. We have heroes like Gravity, Tarmus, Siren, Cecily Grace and more. Then there's villains like Crimson Sheene, Minotaur, Ace, God's Eye and others. The heroes protected us from the villains. But I like to wonder: what's gonna protect us from the heroes?

I live in an apartment in the downtown area. I've got a roomate. Well, I will have a roommate. She's moving in today. She responded to my ad and she fit the necessary requirements so, you know. Let's hope she's not a serial killer.

Later that day I was in my living room, on my computer, pulling up the website for the company I work for. I hate working from home. It's boring and it gets rid of one of the few excuses I have to leave my apartment.

I'm a boring person. I know I am. I wake up, go to work, come home, eat, sleep, repeat. I only have a few friends. I don't have a lot of hobbies. I'm not dating anyone. I'm boring. But so far, nothing's given me a reason to be not boring so, really it's fine with me. I'm perfectly content living out the rest of my life with work, writing, scrolling the internet for random fandom posts and the occasional get together with my friends. It doesn't bother me.

When I finally get to he page I need, I hear a knock at the door. That must be her, I think, standing up and walking to the door.

I fling it open to reveal the girl. Her bright red hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and her dark green eyes are framed with black glasses. She wears a black leather jacket and jeans, along with a tanktop with the American Idiot album cover on it. In her right hand, she holds the handle of a suitcase and on her left should sits a backpack.

"Rebecca Drage?" She asks me.

I nod and smile as she sticks out her only free hand. "Scarlett Shane. Nice to meet you."