Villains, such a horrid title. Hero’s punch us in the face and get a medal, we punch the hero and we get boo’d and our Sam’s club memberships taken away! Hero’s save a kid and they get a trophy , villains do it and they say we were gonna kidnap the thing. I try to make a name for myself, be the best villain. Al, on the other hand makes a fool of me. When I get home my sister, Sydney, is waiting on the couch. She’s tall, and pale, curly red hair, and blue eyes. She’s always been the favorite, the prettier one. I have tan skin, long black hair, I’m short, and have hazel eyes. It’s not really that I’m ugly, she just doesn’t fight good every day. I walk through the door, my hair a mess, and my sleeve ripped off. “You did great today! I really thought you were gonna win this time!” She’s also nicer than me. “I made pot pie, it’s in the microwave. You okay?” “Yeah.” She looks me up and down. “No, I can control the weather Syd! Twirl my finger and I’ve got a tornado! Snap my fingers and, boom, lightning! Why can’t I beat some wannabe super man?” “You try to hard, Marlee, just take a break!” I click on the tv and the battle between me and Al pops up. I ball up on the couch, observing the moves, and shoveling pot pie in to my mouth. “Mar this is getting unhealthy,” “No. Wait yes, I’ve got it! I’ll fake my death, come back in a different costume, pretend to be a hero, make friends with Al, and then literally stab him in the back!” “Mar! What are you talking about! You can’t do that, thats murder! You can’t commit murder!” “Syd! You said you’d stay by me, you said I was your sister, and that nothing could make you hate me! And now your giving up when I get close to winning!” I’m fuming now. “Mar, I don’t hate you! I love you, I do! I love you but your powers are to strong…..they scare me!” Sydney’s in tears, what have I done, she’s the only person alive, who still loves me. And now she fears me. “Sydney, I’m, I’m sorry I, I don’t know what I was thinking! I, you don’t have to stay you can go, if you want to. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that!” “Mar this has gone on to long. I should go, I forgive you but, I should go…” “Sydney! Please don’t, don’t go! I’ll be good! I’ll fake my death and work side by side with Al! I can change! I promise.” She turns with a smile, tears running down her cheeks. “You’d do that, for me? Just to make me stay? You, you love me back?” I gasp. “Of course I do! I’m sorry, I won’t ever let you forget it! Deal?” “Deal. Now I think you should go out in style!”She giggles, wiping away tears. I smirk at her, “Plotting my death I see.” “Yeah sure. And I was thinking, you should get into a really big battle, make it seem like your gonna win, and then boom!” “Now what are you thinking for hero names? And a costume!” “Cyclone! And you’ll were a silver hero suit! But Al knows you! What if he recognizes you?” “I’ll put on some colored contacts and maybe cut my hair. But what if he doesn’t believe I’m a hero” “ I’ll dress up as a villain! You can use your powers to make it look like I can fly! Then you defeat me, and he’ll believe it!” “It’s really a long shot… but I’ll do anything if it means you staying.” “Let’s get costume making then!” She laughs and grabs her sewing kit. I might not be a good hero. But she’s staying, for me, she’s staying. So I’ll try, hard as I can.