Young Writers Society

Zillah gazed at the sun setting over the city. It seemed so peaceful, so unaware.

She smiled. Yet it was so vividly aware of her power, yes they had their hero, but they feared her more. She had power and they knew it. Terrorize the city once and it will do anything for their lives

When she was young she was ignored, forgotten, nobody saw her, now they had no choice. She had been invisible to everyone. Now she could make them see her and at the same time avenge her younger self. Play with their minds and force them to listen.

She gazed at the staff in her hand. The glowing blue orb perched in the top pulsed. All it took was a simple, concentrated thought and it would create whatever she wanted. She stepped towards the edge of the building she stood on.  Closing her eyes as she stepped out into the air.

The Villainess opened her eyes and smiled at her reflection in the building opposite. A pair of almost angel-like gleaming gold wings extended from her back. Framing her monochrome, blue-purple suit.

Zillah spread her wings. Allowing the thermal to carry her higher. The warm air flew past her aerodynamic smooth gear. Carrying her above the skyscrapers. She shot into a fluffy white cloud. Water drops sticking to her skin as she swiftly passed through.

Suddenly the bright blue sky was visible again. She spilled out of the thermal and dove back down pulling some of the clouds with her. Passing the tallest skyscraper in the city she glanced at her reflection. All she was, was a shiny golden streak.

Focusing back on the nearing streets, she flung her wings open. Stopping with a jerk and flipping so her boots were now pointed at the busy city streets. The reflection of her wings caught the eyes of a few citizens. Who gladly yelled their hate. But their angry voices had not yet reached her. She glided on, swerving around buildings and down streets.

Swinging sideways, one wing pointed down and one pointed toward the sky. She flew through a narrow alleyway between two buildings. Exiting with a sharp flash as the golden sun met her wings. 

Scanning the sidewalk she noticed something. She swung around. Slowing to a hover. Her wings making a steady swishing noise as she peered at the object that held her interest.

Hiding in the shadow of a building she sunk lower, balancing on a sill wrapped around the building. Tucking in her wings, she watched a small child that was walking below. Hands clasped, walking in the shadow of her parents as they argued.

The child didn't say anything to the parents. Didn't do anything, but obediently walk behind them. Head bowed, watching her feet, and fiddling with her hands. 

The familiar rushing anger and sadness curled around her heart. she knew what that child felt too well.

Zillah never knew how she could sense the kid's feelings. But Zillah knew. No matter if the child said anything. 

She'd have to plan this. Usually, she didn’t plan, but last time Soren had interfered far too quickly.

Now the villainess only had to figure out how to find the girl's parents again.

She peered at the cellphone that one of the parents whipped out, she leaned forward, gripping the window sill of the older building as she peeked at it. They opened a map. Perfect! She glanced at the set home address

221, First Row. 

She mentally memorized it. Road names could be so strange sometimes, that or super boring. The parent pocketed the phone again and they walk on, the girl trailing behind.

Zillah dove out of the shadows, pushing the air away with her wings and flying back up. She dived. Ducking down and swinging under a traffic light. Then flew above the traffic. Dodging a semi-truck. Catching a thermal drift. She leaned into it, letting it carry her up.

Soon she was a few hundred feet up. Titling out, she heard towards a mountain range in the distance with a cliff bordering it. A bluff stood out. A dirt road connecting it to the city. Exciting she glimpsed the suburbs on the other end of the city. Boring rows and rows of roads and houses.

The sea shined further down. On the complete opposite side of the city.The tall, shining, industrial towers, a sharp contrast between the deep, fierce, ocean.

Zillah soon reached her destination. An abandoned army base she had refurbished. It stood stationed on a cliff overlooking the city. She flew higher than dive-bombed down towards the top of the cliff. The rocky surface got closer, then suddenly she went right through the surface and into the base.

She folded her wings as she flipped so she landed feet first. Flinging out her wings out and setting down softly. Then untucked the knife tucked in one of the bands of her corset and it transformed into a staff in her hands. She gently dropped it on the floor before wandering over to one of the pillars. Squinting as she formulated a plan in her head. 

Leaning against the pillar, she tilted her head. She could attack where they lived. That way it might take a while for Soren to get there. But what if he lived close by? She scrunched up her eyes.

One day whilst exploring the city, she'd managed to spot Soren entering a house. It later turned out it was his home. Bringing the memory to mind, she recalled it was in a row of houses, meaning it was in the suburbs somewhere. Realigning her train of thought. She pondered over the parent's address. Given the street name, it would most likely in the suburbs. Plus no street in the city was named  “First row '' why would there be?

If Soren lived in the suburbs he'd get to the scene way too fast, unless he wasn't home. or if he didn't even live there. Maybe she'd mistaken the location of his house?

“No that wouldn't work,” she mumbled. Too risky.

The villainess sighed, then pushed herself off the pillar. Walking towards the big bay windows. Using her hand to shield her eyes from the starkness of the blaring midday sun, as it shone through the windows. Could she possibly follow them into the city and attack? It would be more crowded. She didn't mind an audience, it helped spread the message, but if the news showed up. It would tell the location. Soren would find out faster.

She tilted her head.” That wouldn’t work either. You know sometimes I really hate planning. Maybe I should wing it.” She flourished her wings and chuckled.

Thought that would defeat the whole purpose of stalling Soren, unless.... She could simply track the parents until they were in a good place to attack. That could work. Perfect. But how to track them. Zillah didn't have anything tech-related.

Following them shouldn't be too hard. How long could it take? She swivelled and then jumped. Going through the not so solid rock and rocketing off toward the suburbs. Flying into the first row of houses. Tilting down to fly down the streets and glancing at the houses. She reached the end of one road and found it. It was situated on the right side of the street, a quint, white house with brown trim. She curled up at the top of the house. Sitting in the shadow of the roof. Hopefully, she won't be spotted. Taking away the glimmer of her wings helped. They were a huge disadvantage. Especially when hiding, though they were useful for blinding one's enemies.

She settled herself comfortably and waited.

An hour passed. Nothing, but a few cars. How long could one stay inside? Sure she stayed inside most of the day. But she wasn't considered normal, and most people she'd seen tended to have very busy days out. Didn't they have a job? Unless this happened to be a day off. She shuffled up against the chimney. The shift caused a few roof tiles to fall to the ground making a  shattering noise when they hit the pavement.

Zillah froze, waiting for someone to come investigate. When no one emerged after a few minutes, she settled. "They should really get their roof tiles checked."

The villainess soon found that sitting on a roof was extremely uncomfortable. She decided it was similar to sitting on a bunch of hard sandpaper, on a hill.

Three hours passed. Her tummy rumbled. Still no sight of them. She glanced at the sun. It would be sunset soon. And she didn’t want to miss it. She’d come back tomorrow then. Perhaps they have a busier day. or a less busy day. All she needed was for them to go somewhere away from Soren's possible location.

Zillah hastened off the roof, racing towards the mountains. She stopped just over the city. Seeing how far the sun had dipped down, she hovered, watching the glowing sun sink down. She'd never not watched the sunset from her house, being she was a few miles away she better hurry. A quick twist had her facing the mountains again, and she flew towards the cliff face. Her golden feathered wings dancing with colours. As they gracefully sped her towards the cliff.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck tingled.