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Finally.
After years and years, and yes, more years, of planning. Revenge was mine. And oh, it was perfect.
Shifter had no clue it was coming.
Shifter had foiled my plans more than once. More than twice. More than a few times, actually. She would regret it now.
I ran my fingers through my short hair. It stuck straight on end, and I knew it gave me the look of a raving madman, with the black roots that turned stark silver. I adjusted the metal mask that was almost nearly present on my face. It was sleek, and it kept my identity safe.
Not that anyone cared to find out about it. But anonymity meant mystery. And an unknown enemy was a dangerous one.
An unknown enemy was a dangerous one.
I could hear my mother saying it to me now. Decades ago. When the first Shifter had graced the earth, and had destroyed half the city in the process of defeating one of their terrifying nemesis.
My mother was gone now, due to Shifter. And when the original Shifter had moved on, and left a young apprentice on their own, I saw a chance.
This new Shifter didn’t know the extent of their powers. Didn’t know the dangers that came with the position.
And so I struck.
Here and there, nothing big. Made the headlines once or twice.
But never caught. Oh no, never. The deadliest villains are the ones that hide behind the curtain. The ones that stay so quiet they’re almost forgotten about.
I knew I was on Shifter’s radar. She actively came seeking me. And time and time again, I showed her what it meant to be defeated.
What it meant to lose.
Yet she kept coming back for more.
Heroes are interesting that way. Never giving up, no matter how many times they’re defeated. No matter how many times they are knocked down and broken, they always come back for more. I guess that’s what makes them so popular amongst the public.
Little do they know that I’ve done the same.
Loved, lost, and gotten back up again.
Yet everyone else is on Shifter’s side.
An interesting thing, fate is, isn’t it?
But nevermind that. Now, now it is time for revenge.
She should be gaining consciousness sometime soon. I left my room, and went to stand outside the room where I was holding Shifter. The sounds of struggle against bonds quickly greeted my ears.
I opened the door and strode in.
She froze.
Perfect.
I stood in front of her, wondering if she was going to make the first move. Heroes always felt the need to make the first move. To show that they were willing to stand up. But it always paid to be reserved.
“Silver,” she greeted me with a nod.
The public knows me as the Silver Scientist. But Shifter’s always been personable, always polite. It’s a shame, really. She’d be a wonderful sidekick.
Even tied up she was calm. I knew she’d be trying everything she could to get out of her bonds. And it would be foolish of me to assume that my bonds are foolproof.
Villains are always shown as stupid. Naive. We rant about our plans in front of the protagonist, giving away our final twist, and then end up defeated.
Not here. Oh no. My plans were meticulous, not hinged on one final thing that was certain to go wrong, and I definitely did not reveal them in front of my enemies.
“Shifter,” I returned. “Here we are, yet again.”
She nodded. “You’re not going to get away with this.”
“You’re probably right,” I sighed dramatically. “What have you come up with this time?”
“You’re planning on mixing up a chemical that will-”
“Move on, that was last week.”
She seemed disgruntled at my interruption, but she started again. “You’re going to mess with the genetics of your cronies-”
“Three months ago.”
Again, she seemed put off by this.
“Using the moon, you’re going to-”
“Who do you think I am? Some all-powerful being? And who’s coming up with these plans? The moon? Ridiculous.”
She went on this time without hesitation.
“You’re going to get revenge on someone. But I’m going to stop you.”
I nodded this time, “That seems much more reasonable, doesn’t it?”
She nodded.
I went up to her, aware of all her movements. Now was the time. Now revenge was mine.
But first: to see who was under the mask. I would be able to enact my revenge to its fullest if I knew who it was.
My gloved fingers reached up to the bridge of her nose, and the cloth came down with my hand. Another quick motion, and the hood that usually hung so low over her eyes was removed.
Shifter’s eyes met mine.
“Hello, Father,” she said calmly. “It’s been a while.”
 

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