My Super Secret Life…Villain-2.

Chapter 2

I suppose I should really clear up a few bits of stuff about how I do things. I take the gift cards for like the stores themselves with me and I’m going to spend them in an area pretty far from where I’m living. I’m disguised as a girl because I can’t pull off the guy thing at all and they really don’t think that a young teenaged girl is breaking the law buy buying things especially in a nice clean and safe whitebread area like Beacon Hills.

Another advantage to stealing from the chain places. They’re everywhere.

Now the cards with Net time and stuff I just make a call for my fence. He shows up where I meat him and he’s gives me twenty five percent. Cash right then and there. The rest of it I’ve been told where its stuff that’s all like on the net and stuff or phones is done with scanning machines and hackers and stuff. The cards actually get hidden off the system so they don’t register as stolen or anything but reworked to still be worth something and they get cloned.

I think.

I’m more of a hard goods kind of person really and like stuff that I can fence normally.
I actually specialize in girl stuff a lot. High end cosmetics and perfumes and stuff are great and I buy them with the cards and I resell them to a few select boutiques I’ve been pointed to for a price and I sell it to them a lot cheaper they sell it to the public for cheaper that the store itself does and everyone’s a winner.

I smile as I hit the store just watching the idiots out there trying to figure out who threw what at their car. I hate assholes like them and they deserve to have their ride messed with. Less witnesses and I’d have done more.

I’m bad for stuff like that. Power corrupts you y’know. It doesn’t have to even be absolute power because I’m pretty far from the mark. See some woman being a complete bitch…a little TK shot and there goes a heel. Or trip a jerk into a fall into a fountain or something, spilling drinks. Clear pop bottles are amazing. I just focus my telekinetics on the liquid inside and it seems to just absorb the energy and they open it and fizz.

It’s got to be like the powers equivalent of mentos in diet soda or something.

Anyway, I guess it’s not real villainly stuff just I have a tendency to deliver a very fast comeuppance to people who I think deserve it, or look like they deserve it.

I hate cars.

I’m a pedestrian.

I don’t bike; it’s a serious pain in the butt to find a place to store your bike so it’s not really worth it to me.

I skateboard but only for work.

But there is nothing worse that a person behind the wheel of a large machine. They cut you off and they nearly hit you and do you think that they obey the speed limit in parking lots? Or know how to use their signal lights.

Okay I bust signal lights all the time. If I’m around and you pull a turn without signalling I’ll surge your light and bust it. I mean it’s not really a problem if you are too good to need to use them.

So maybe I’m just an asshole then?

Yeah…stuff like the jock boys doing the “Which way did they go George?” over the window just makes my evening. I grab a hover cart and like a happy kid/teenager I slide…push and ride my cart through the store and get the things that I know I can turn a profit on with my fence and get a few things for my own sales.

Yes another safe guard I get some twenty five to thirty dollar perfumes and keep them for myself and I’ll go to some clubs ad sell them for twenty even cash. It’s spare money for one, two I can save up until I have enough of them to sell and if I’m caught I can plead being just a middle man…woman…whatever.

Or it’ll be lipstick and other stuff. You can sell the stuff pretty easy to hookers or at strip clubs.

I do stop off at my biggest vice though the art and school supplies section. I love art, I love to draw and there’s this part of me that can draw, sketch and do things with pencils and angles and smudges and smears that isn’t humanly possible and I love to do it. Anything artistic really is my thing except for sculpting with clay. It’s too easy but I do highly recommend it for practice on control.

Everything is about control really. I can make a spinning sort of thing off of my hand like a ten inch long stream of TK energy and it’s sort of like a pressure cutter or a sandblaster and lets me carve into wood or stone or brick. I turn it finer I can engrave metal and glass. It won’t let me cut flesh though…a personal thing about me I guess. I’d rather not have that kind of power.

Hellrazor has that kind of power. He’s a psychopath of the first order and he does shit with his TK that scares the shit right out of me. He killed a cop once by putting force through the girls pores the ripping off her skin like the way meat shops use an air hose all of it pulled from the flesh then ripped clear off her body…

And people wonder why the normals are afraid of us.

Hell, I’m afraid of us.

I can break cinder blocks with my TK fastball trick. That pretty much means that I could beat someone to death with it. Or just choke then to death….other stuff.

It’s why I do B&E’s (Break and Enters.) at night and stuff. I don’t want to hurt anyone.

I get some things in the art supplies that I’m missing or running low on then head on out to get a bite to eat at Mrs. Parkers it’s a food chain place but that kind of home cooking stuff.

I miss home made food. (Sigh.) This is close but…

I think I miss the home part.

I get a corner booth and order a combo plate with a chicken fried steak really good if you’ve never, bake potato, Mac and cheese and a scoop of mashed sweet potato and a side dish of greens.

Best thing about this place is they never rush you out the door and they have a nice clean place.

Stuffed for now I get a whole chocolate cake with boiled icing an inch thick on the sides and two on the top boxed to take home. The energy I use I just don’t put weight on and besides they make really great deserts.

I get a cab to a bus stop and from there I take the buss home to my neighborhood and make my way into my place.

(Sigh…)

This is going to be one of those long hard lonely nights…I can see it coming now.