Free League of Super Heroes: Rise of the Villain (Book #1) Page B

enemies to the league of heroes. They sat in
their booth, exchanging ideas and reminiscing on old times stopping
only to turn Flo away. It had been a long time since they had
spoken of these things; sure they both patrolled a little here and
there but never really met any kind of trouble. Back in the day,
their lives were filled with action and violence. Killing villains
had been a rewarding job, but there were no real villains left
these days. They had all either died or had been locked up,
something the heroes found troubling.
    Hours passed as they
went through the list, crossing off the names of people who were
gone or in jail. They couldn’t figure out who was doing this, which
was a foreign feeling to them. At the league of heroes, they never
lost. They always ended up triumphant and victorious, a record that
Justice was scared to break with this case. “What about the
Giggler? He always hated us for locking up his son, and no one
knows what happened to him. I bet you he’s the one behind this!”
Mike boomed, looking up at Justice with eager eyes.
    “ No, no it couldn’t be The Giggler. I killed him four years
ago in Peru; he was running a cocaine plant. It has to be someone
we don’t know; we’ve exhausted every other option!” Justice was
growing tired of this; they had been at it for hours and had made
no progress. Ghost Girl was relying on him and he wasn’t about to
let her down. He just wasn’t sure how he was going to figure this
out. He closed his eyes, thinking hard when suddenly he felt cold
steel on the back on his neck.
    “ Don’t turn around, we have both of you. I have a message for
you, from my master. You Supers think you hold the power in this
city, you believe that you rule Rusten, but it isn’t so. There is
another in control, and now he’s here to take this city back. You
will never stop him, for he knows what you will do before you do
it. You will live, but only for now. Good-bye HEROES!” the voice
cackled, Justice could feel the blade disappear, a drop of blood
trickling down his back.
    Mike was enraged, his
body fully clenched and his eyes slit. He had never been defeated,
he had never been held down. But somehow this person was stronger
than the one and only Muscle Man, something that was not sitting
well with the muscled out, rage machine. “When I find that son of a
bitch, he’s going to wish for death. NO ONE MAKES ME LOOK LIKE A
FOOL.” Justice Man shrank back, the last thing he wanted was to get
in Mikes way when he was angry. He needed to let him cool off, so
he told Mike he had to go and to check in with him later.
    Justice man ran out
of the diner, he wasn’t sure where he was going to start looking
but he knew time had run out for questions. He needed to find the
person responsible for all of this, before his friends ended up
dead. The world can’t afford to lose anymore heroes.

CHAPTER FIVE

    Adrenaline pumped
through J’s body as he sprinted through the city, making for home.
He hadn’t felt this alive in a while, the threat of danger made his
heart race. He felt invincible; fighting evil gave him a rush. He
began to sweat thinking of that knife pressed against his jugular,
the cold voice ringing in his ears. These thoughts brought back
memories of the old days, when everyday could have been his last.
He stopped dead in his tracks, his brain was forming a plan, the
way it used to back in the day-effortlessly, and instantaneous. He
pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a familiar number,
“Hey its J, call the Healer Man and Ghost Girl, meet me at the old
lair.” He hung up, not waiting for a response. He changed direction
and headed toward Mikes, he would need the old teams support if he
was going to stop this disaster before it began. Justice wouldn’t
have any more hero blood on his hands.
    Mike was sitting out
front his shop, sipping some herbal tea clearly deep in thought. “I
have an idea on how to make a pre-emptive strike against the
villains.