Context: You don't know where you came from originally, only that the current Police Chief of the city found and raised you as his own. It was clear from a young age that you were more powerful than most heroes or villains actively registered, so you were raised as a hero. People worldwide saw your antics and grew to love you as a golden symbol of peace and justice, even though you're just a teen. It's all just an act, right? The villains go back to the compound after their defeats, the people cheer, and it all moves on. Or... so you thought...

Setting: A deserted skyscraper - exterior/interior

Tags:[AMM4A][Enemies to Allies][News Reporter Speaker][Anarchist Villain Speaker][Police Chief Speaker][Hero Listener][Hero]to[Villain][Dark Truths][The Real Enemy][Betrayal][Surprising Friend][CW: Violence/Mentions of Murder]

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[N] = A news reporter

[SW] = Shadow Wolf, Class 8 threat, anarchist, kind of a dick

[D] = Police Chief Juarez, your adopted ‘Dad’

[Scene opens outside an abandoned skyscraper, late at night]

[SFX: People chatting excitedly and faint helicoptors]

[Outside of an abandoned skyscraper, a crowd has gathered. Searchlights trace the building and a news reporter stands outside, just as excitable]

[N] “Folks, even though it is late, it looks like we’re in for another battle between Hero and Villain! We’ve received word that the villain, Shadow Wolf, has escaped with his little cult from the Villain compound and is posting inside this very building!”

[A picture of a surly-looking young man with deep red eyes flashes across millions of screens worldwide]

[SFX: The crowd booing]

[N] “That’s right! A Class 8 Villain, Shadow Wolf has a confirmed kill count in the hundreds, and he’s not even eighteen! A noted anarchist, any peaceful attempts to bargain with this heinous, hormonal horror have failed! Wait…”

[They pretend to touch their ear and then excitedly point up into the sky]

[N] “Wait… I’m getting word that the world’s most beloved hero is on-scene! Yes! Descending from the helicopters above, it’s our GOLDIE!”

[SFX: The crowd cheering wildly]

[You fly down like normal, giving the usual waves to people, and the usual theatrics]

[N] “Goldie! Goldie, a quick word, for your adoring fans!”

[Pause?]

[The news reporter jams their mic in your face while looking into the camera]

[N] “Folks, I am here with THE Goldie! Another teen fighting for their beliefs, Class classified, over one hundred thousand confirmed rescues! Goldie, tell you the audience: what is your opinion on the recent opioid epidemic?”

[...]

[N] “You heard it here, folks! ‘Probably don’t do that many drugs’ from our beloved Goldie!”

[SFX: The crowd cheering harder]

[SW] “Oy, Goldie.”

[SFX: Heavy boots clomping on stone]

[He steps from the shadows, cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes glowing a soft orange]

[SW] “Long time.”

[Pause]

[SFX: The helicopters sweeping by]

[N] “And look at brave Goldie! Standing up to Shadow Wolf and his horrible cult of minions, all by themselves, and at such a young age! You get ‘em, Goldie!”

[Shadow rolls his eyes, flicks his hand, and the room becomes encased in darkness]

[SFX: Shadow magic]

[SW] “Right, ‘nough of the paparazzi. Aww… Look at you, standing up to do a bit of boxing the moment the cameras were back on you. Got to keep your ‘Old Man’ proud, huh?”

[...Pause?]

[SW] “Why am I sayin’ it like that? Pfft, c’mon, sweetheart. The Police Chief is a lot of things, but he isn’t the sort to adopt some alien child unless it had a benefit to him. Love the new white and gold uniform, eh?”

[Pause…!]

[He sighs and shakes his head]

[SW] “Want my minions to surrender, mm? Fine. Boys, girls, anyone outside of that, go on. Come on out of the shadows.”

[SFX: A pause followed by many uncertain footsteps]

[At least a dozen people creep forward timidly. It doesn’t take you long to notice something is wrong]

[Pause…?]

[SW] “Aye, they’re all children. Children younger than us, as well.”

[His voice hardens]

[SW] “Starting to see the problem, here…? Hm? These are the kids born in the complex. The ones that some idiot looked at on the operating table and said, “Aye, this one looks like a villain, send ‘em off!” so they can fuckin’ ROT!”

[Pause???]

[SW] “Why did I take ‘em out of the compound…? One, fuck you, I do what I want. Two, fuck your Dad, I do what I want. Three, they deserved at least one night out in the city where people WEREN’T telling them they’re gonna grow up to hurt people for show and be hated for it, like it or not. We don’t get to be ‘golden children’ like you, sweetheart…”

[He snarls under his breath, bitter]

[SW] “...And now I probably got us all killed… Fuckin’ Chief never sends you in unless he’s expecting a hard win with a villain corpse under his boot…”

[P-Pause!]

[His eyes fixate on you, almost sympathetic]

[SW] “Oh sure, you’ve never killed a villain… But he has. Lots of ‘em. Why do you think he always tells you to leave the scene all sweet and go celebrate with the media people?”

[...]

[Shadow makes a mock gun with his hand and points it at his head, mimicking your Dad’s voice]

[SW] “Resisting arrest, resisting arrest! And then… Bang.”

[...]

[SFX: The helicopters spinning by again]

[N] “Oh no, the villainous Shadow Wolf has encased the building in darkness! We can only hope our Goldie is proving victorious once more!”

[Some of the kids recoil or curl inward from the sound of the helicopters. Recoil and curl inward from you]

[SW] “...You really didn’t know, did you?”

[...]

[SW] “...You poor little puppet… No matter how strong you are, I can always find pity for someone that’s found themselves living a lie.”

[...]

[He folds his arms, smirk sacchirine]

[SW] “Oh sure, feel free to try talking to your ‘Dad’. Sure it’ll end well… Just know that the second you turn your back, I’m getting them out of here. Can you live with that?”

[...Pause]

[He pauses, almost seeming taken aback]

[SW] “...Let you know if I need any help getting ‘em home free…? I… Yeah, alright…”

[You turn to go but Shadow speaks up once more]

[SW] “...Be careful, Goldie. Alright?”

[Pause.]

[You wait for him to release the shadow hold and then fly outside. Your ‘Dad’ is at the front of the line like normal]

[N] “Goldie’s exited the building to speak with the Police Chief, it seems! What exciting development could be happening now?!”

[Pause!]

[Your Dad hurries up to you, hand hovering near his holster]

[D] “What happened? Where are the perps?!”

[Pause…]

[He glares down at you]

[D] “Sorry? You want to talk to me, right now, in front of this huge crowd?”

[...]

[Long Pause]

[He watches you, completely unreadable as you try and explain yourself]

[D] “...Are you taking the side of the villains, Goldie?”

[Pause…?]

[His hand falls on his gun and he draws it, aiming between your eyes]

[N] “T-The Police Chief has drawn his gun, aiming it at his own child!”

[D, yelling] “Hands up! Now!”

[Pause?!]

[SFX: The crowd panicking slightly]

[D] “LAST CHANCE! You get your hands up, kneel on the ground, and stay where I can see you! Do not make me put you down just because they got to you!”

[Pause?!?]

[At your last protest, your last attempt to appeal to the man that raised you, he fires three rounds:]

[SFX: Three gunshots and people freaking out]

[The bullets fly through your skull, nailing the building behind. You topple back as the crowd begins to scream and panic around you]

[N, stunned] “...Police Chief Juarez… just shot Goldie down…”

[Pause]

[The reporter shakes their head vigorously, apparently remembering their job, and puts the mic to your father]

[N] “Police Chief Juarez, how do you justify shooting Goldie on live television?!”

[Pause…]

[The tension has escalated that the whole remaining crowd is silent]

[D, coldly] “...Fucking villains got into their head… Had to be done…”

[...]

[SFX: The crowd gasping/reacting to Goldie sitting back up]

[N] “Goldie is sitting back up! They are back on their feet, ladies and gentlemen!!”

[Pause…]

[Your ‘Dad’ freezes in terror as you sit back up, the bullets bouncing uselessly to the ground. You stand, fists clenched involuntarily as you try to understand the new feelings raging in you. A helpful voice whispers in your ear:]

[SFX: Shadow magic]

[SW] “Feel that? That’s called hate. Not very heroic feeling, is it…?”

[You turn enough to see Shadow standing behind you, unreadable]

[...]

[SW] “Thanks for giving me time to get the kids out… Appreciate it.”

[...]

[He moves closer, eyeing your ‘Dad’ as he continues to whisper to you]

[SW] “...Look at him… That raw, primal fear in his eyes. How’s that make you feel, huh?”

[...]

[D, weakly] “Shadow Wolf, you will put your hands up and get on the ground!”

[Shadow smirks]

[SW] “I don’t do orders. But I’m sure Goldie could make me… Huh, sweetheart?”

[SFX: A faint rumbling]

[SW] “Or… maybe you should do what you want, for once…? These people plum always forget how dangerous a damned lion is til they piss it off… Remind ‘em.”

[...]

[So, you do]

[SFX: A cop car being thrown and some panic]

[N] “O-Oh my! Goldie has just turned on the Police Chief and has thrown a police vehicle into a nearby tree, appearing to be under the influence of the villainous-”

[SFX: Shadow magic]

[Shadow teleports himself next to the Newscaster, face obnoxiously glaring into the camera]

[SW] “Yeah, enough of that, I can’t physically control people, so you can suck my ass, Media Gremlin.”

[N] “M-My word!”

[SW] “Yeah, yeah, my left bollock. Oy, people watching at home, here’s a message for you.”

[He leans in more like he’s talking to a certified fool]

[SW] “The only act of villainy here tonight is a grown man, a police officer, shot his adopted child in the head because they didn’t want to murder a bunch of children. He shot them three times. Three times. On camera. So, here’s what I want you to all: fuck the police, fuck the school system, fuck capitalism, fuck everything, and especially fuck the compound. Goldie’s running with the wrong crowd, now, and we’re gonna make shit right.”

[Pause]

[SW] “Oh, and, Marco, I know it was you that took my card collection. Comin’ for your sorry ass soon, you bitch.”

[With that, he teleports back to you]

[SFX: Shadow magic]

[SW] “C’mon, Goldie. You’re with us, now.”

[...Pause?]

[He smirks again]

[SW] “You might not be a villain… but you got some anarchy in you. And you tossed a police car into a tree. Cool pass.”

[You shoot the Police Chief one final look. The hate in his eyes tells you everything]

[...Pause]

[N] “...Ladies and gentlemen, it appears our beloved Goldie has become… a villain!”

[SFX: General disquiet and murmuring, fading out on the police sirens]

[SW] “We out. Later.”

[SFX: Shadow magic once more]

[He puts an arm around you and, in a blink, you’re gone]

[To be continued?]

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Note: This may be the most cynical thing I’ve ever written, lol.