Chapter 2
(Aaron)
When he arrived back in the dorm room, Isabella was sound asleep on her small mattress. The clock read 8:00 pm in small red numbers on the desk in between the two beds.
“Typical. She wouldn’t stay awake through anything.” He muttered, walking toward his plain small bed. He sat down, humming to himself quietly, wrapping up a scar on his arm from the night's events.
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Normally Aaron would relax every evening, but he had decided to go out and start a bit of trouble. Unfortunately, someone else happened to want to go to the same exact Supermarket. Celeste, the only superhero in North Carolina had arrived just as he was trying to escape with a few dozen wallets.
She had attacked him, though he had managed to escape and hide in a dark alley. Only then had he realized he didn’t have any wallets and he gave up and took off his mask to walk back to the dorm. He could already see the headline; ‘Villain of the Night, Failed Again!’ He rolled his eyes, lying down on the lumpy uncomfortable mattress, and tried to get some sleep.
He had decided at a young age, around thirteen, to become a villain. It was something to keep him away from home, to distract him from his extremely poor family. Eventually he made headlines, which was amazing in his eyes. Soon though, he was being hunted down by police and started putting on disguises to cover up his identity. His dad couldn't afford him doing that stuff, and sent him to boarding school. After high school boarding school he moved, far from where anyone would suspect him or notice who he was.
Now he was starting college under his father’s wishes, which didn’t make him too happy considering he was hardly even around in his childhood.
He looked over at Isabella.Her fluffy black hair laid propped up onto the pillow, her hands sitting limply close to her nose. She was facing him, asleep, curled up in a cradling position, her mouth open slightly, drooling. Only a thin sheet covered her, a big fluffy blanket sat messily on the floor along with her shoes and some sort of colorful drawing. He smiled lightly at the figure on the bed, feeling a bit of kindness toward her.
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He wanted to protect her.
(Aaron)
When he arrived back in the dorm room, Isabella was sound asleep on her small mattress. The clock read 8:00 pm in small red numbers on the desk in between the two beds.
“Typical. She wouldn’t stay awake through anything.” He muttered, walking toward his plain small bed. He sat down, humming to himself quietly, wrapping up a scar on his arm from the night's events.
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Normally Aaron would relax every evening, but he had decided to go out and start a bit of trouble. Unfortunately, someone else happened to want to go to the same exact Supermarket. Celeste, the only superhero in North Carolina had arrived just as he was trying to escape with a few dozen wallets.
She had attacked him, though he had managed to escape and hide in a dark alley. Only then had he realized he didn’t have any wallets and he gave up and took off his mask to walk back to the dorm. He could already see the headline; ‘Villain of the Night, Failed Again!’ He rolled his eyes, lying down on the lumpy uncomfortable mattress, and tried to get some sleep.
He had decided at a young age, around thirteen, to become a villain. It was something to keep him away from home, to distract him from his extremely poor family. Eventually he made headlines, which was amazing in his eyes. Soon though, he was being hunted down by police and started putting on disguises to cover up his identity. His dad couldn't afford him doing that stuff, and sent him to boarding school. After high school boarding school he moved, far from where anyone would suspect him or notice who he was.
Now he was starting college under his father’s wishes, which didn’t make him too happy considering he was hardly even around in his childhood.
He looked over at Isabella.Her fluffy black hair laid propped up onto the pillow, her hands sitting limply close to her nose. She was facing him, asleep, curled up in a cradling position, her mouth open slightly, drooling. Only a thin sheet covered her, a big fluffy blanket sat messily on the floor along with her shoes and some sort of colorful drawing. He smiled lightly at the figure on the bed, feeling a bit of kindness toward her.
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He wanted to protect her.