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car service to take us to the
hotel as Diane popped into the
office to speak with the
man in charge.
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later she
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tonight, and
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she was also
excited about the evening and the
apparent misunderstanding.
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situation to her.
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surprise me.
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during our
little discussion.
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holding each other
throughout the
ride to the
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Got the letter today.
Guess what? Third
time ain’t the
damn charm… still not a Super.
Dear Applican’t, (is probably what
they wanted to write), after careful review of an impressive
candidate pool, blah blah, we
regret (sure) to
inform you
that your application is not competitive enough
for entrance into Supers Academy;
however, we are
considering you as a
candidate for blah.
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I scan the
list of recruits.
Those that made it are the
who’s who of future Supers.
Many were
plucked from the
same damn orphanage and graduating
class as me.
You’ve got the tragic childhood
stories (though I hardly consider deadbeat
dads all that tragic), the sex appeal, and, most importantly, the level five and above
powers: teleporters and telepaths, a handful of elastics,
twins with flight and level four
telekinesis, a half dozen brutes built like Olympic Gods, a
giant prick of a super genius, and a
Colombian shape-shifter
with an
ass like sculpted granite.
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I crumple the
letter up.
I’ve wanted a
cape and a
mask as far back as I can remember.
The
only thing they were offering was
training as a superhero handler… a glorified assistant.
Someone to do the PR
work after infrastructure
damage and civilian loss of
life. Nastena80 sex
came.
Book the
talk show rounds.
Wash the
costumes.
Fuck that.
So I can’t do
much in a fight.
It’s not like I’m asking for much though.
I don’t
need the paparazzi that stalk The Human Grizzly 24/7 or the
modeling gigs and Nike
line of the svelte
media darling and sex icon, Eclipse.
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just want steady work to occupy my time, decent health
benefits, and a closet dedicated to super suits.
Maybe even
find an archenemy to engage in witty banter and extended
monologues with.
You know
what I
mean.
Next year I guess.
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Annabelle
gives me a withering
look of annoyance that
bellies the Disney
softness of her
name.
She’s not the type for
self-
pity.
Or
really any emotion that isn’t unbridled rage, disinterest, or the melding of the two.
Makes her skin crawl.
And if I’m
being honest (and I rarely am) she’s also not the
type for superheroes.
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Hates
them in fact.
Caught her burning my
bargain bin copy of the
New York Times
bestseller, Superhero 101: How to Be Super
Everyday! Hence the irritation coiled in her like a
spring-loaded piston.
She’s desperate for a
good gloat and
rant about the
evils of Supers Incorporated and their rat shit academy of
boot licking sycophants.
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Where we going?
Ben and Jerry’s is on the other
side of the
city.
Annabelle
rolls her
eyes.
Ice
cream is for pussies and losers.
Pretty sure you’ve got a dick.
And you don’t want to be a loser, do ya? I
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Friend? I’m not entirely sure but we’ve been glue
ever since she got
dumped at the orphanage.
Lead on, I
sigh, wishing she wasn’t blessed with level
three strength abilities and cursed with a
nasty temper.
- Here, put this on.
Annabelle
shoves a black
bag into my hands. Periscope
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We’re crouched in an alley across the
street from one of the recruitment offices for Supers Inc.
The
sign is a garish
mix of neon
colors slathered over
comic sans font.
It’s the kind of vibrant display that
really sets Annabelle off.
What
are we doing
here?
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most obvious thing in the
world.
It isn’t.
Are
you trying to fuck me over? If I’m
caught sneaking
into a recruitment
office I’ll… I’ll… Sneaking? Her nose wrinkles.
We’re going in there to
fuck shit up.
My squawk of protest is
met with clenched
fists of annoyance. Desperate pee fuck.
You
always gonna be like
this? she growls.
Like what? Yu’know.
Clearly
not.
Annabelle mimes
sucking a
dick.
Don’t deny it, shithead.
You want a piece of their
commercialized heroism.
Fuck.
This again? Her eyes narrow but she pulls out a
thick envelope that’s already been
opened and hands it
over.
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will.
Initiative? Slammed with confusion, I begin
reading.
Dear Applicant, after considerable review, fierce internal debate, and a surprising
recommendation, we are extending an offer of
provisional acceptance contingent upon, blah blah, blah, fuck me twice in the ass, into the Academy of Super Villainy.
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My
mouth gaps wider the more I read.
You didn’t.
I did.
It’s time to
move on.
Move on from what? Heroic
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