Zillah gazed at the sun setting over the city. It seemed so peaceful, so unaware.
She smiled, yet tomorrow they would be painfully 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, it glowing or pulsed. She had to simply think and it would do her bidding. She stepped towards the edge of the building she stood on, she closed her eyes and stepped on into the air. Zillah 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 gear.
She slowly rose until she was flying over the city. She loved having wings, stolen from the same lair as the staff of illusions, they were as weightless as they were gold.
Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck tingle.
”I'm sorry Soren, is flying over the city a crime now?” She sighed sarcastically
“It is if you are planning something devious.” A male voice broke the silence.
Zillah turned, ”Uh uh, now can I go home or is that a crime too”
“Fine, but I’m watching you,” Soren replied shortly His long black hair waving in the slight breeze that emitted from her wings.
“How creepy.” She snorted
Soren rolled his eyes and flew away.
Zillah soon reached her destination, an abandoned army base she had refurbished, stationed in 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 stretched and yawned, “Brooding is tiring”, she muttered.
She was awakened the next day by the violent sound of buildings crashing.
“Wait,” She sat up suddenly, “What.”
She rushed over to the windows overlooking the city, there were pillars of smoke and rubbish was strewn everywhere.
“Well, this is a delightful thing to wake up to," She stated as she grabbed her staff, spread her wings and flew up.
As she came closer to the city she headed towards what appeared to be the middle of the chaos. She halted scanning the area, the almighty hero was nowhere in sight, granted you couldn’t see much, but knowing him, he would make his presence known.
She spotted a dark shadow, she flew towards it, the air from her wings clearing the smoke away.
It appeared to be a man floating, he waved a hand and in the same instant, a building fell.
“Hey,” She yelled, “Stop destroying my city! ”
Suddenly she was pinned to the nearest building, nothing? The floating man came closer to his robe flowing like a river, around his slim body. A hand was outstretched, fingers strained. His tanned skin contrasting against his blue robes.
She strained her wings, they seemed the only things held down.
"On the contrary," The man replied, “It's mine now”
She closed her eyes briefly and a vice suddenly gripped him, it immediately vanished. Her staff was pulled from her grasp and brought to the man, who grabbed it and dropped it.
Zillah struggled to get free, "You’re good, but not good enough."
She sneered and pulled her wings sharply in and dropped down, disappearing in the smoke. She caught her falling staff and settled herself gently down on the ground, the smoke hovering just above her.
“Ok, so there is some guy up there terrorizing my city with some sort of invisible force.” She muttered out loud, thinking.
She fiddled with her staff, how do you avoid something you can't see?
She stopped and stared at her reflection in a glassdoor. Before she could find a solution, a huge weight came crashing down on her and pinned her down.
Oh joy, he’s back
Her staff was torn out of her grasp, her wings folded and held by an invisible force.
“You aren't getting away that easily,” The strange man warned
“So why, might I ask, do you want me,” Zillah quizzed him.
“Oh, I don't want you, I just want you gone,” He replied innocently.
“Uh uh and why,” Zillah prodded.
The one time you want Mr superhero to show up he doesn't.
“I can't tell you that now can I, I wouldn't want you ruining my plans,” He bent, looking her in the eye, ”There's only room for one of us, and it's me”
He looked young, he couldn't be more than 25.
She returned his daring gaze. Maybe she could trick this guy into trusting her.
“Look I can help you, Mistress of Illusion at your service.”
“Yes, and why not just stab me in the back,” The robed man stood and rose, going high, "Farwell.”
Ok that wasn’t working, when would that stupid hero show up
The weight suddenly became heavier crushing her, she winced, her breath taken from her lungs, then the weight lifted.
She breathed then she was violently lifted and slammed against the ground again.
“Oww rejoiced so soon don't I,” She painfully sucked in a breath as she was dropped to the ground.
She heard a crack, and a searing pain shot through her body.
Her left arm had gotten caught under in her fall.
Her vision blurred, her head pounded.
Everything went black.