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I was born into a superhero family. But guess what? I'm that one in the family with lame powers. In my opinion, my entire family pretty much sucked. Though of course there was always the chance that one family member was a little different. "We don't speak of your uncle, Weslyn." "Dad-" "Weslyn, I SAID we don't speak of your uncle...!" I was done with this superhero business. Done with my family. So why not run into someone, like me, who thinks and wants a little differently? Like a certain relative, maybe? And so I found mystery uncle. I trained. And trained. Until we finally decided I could be a full-fledged villain. I was undefeated. No super out there would beat me. Until: I looked into his green eyes, prepared for battle. I couldn't move. I knew those green eyes. He didn't notice my gray ones. He'd probably forgotten. I found myself wondering, if I truly wanted fight. And soon power. If I really wanted be a-a- VILLAIN. _-GOING UNDER EDITING AND WRITING-_
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