10Journal of a Supervillain
By Justin J.
January 20th
I had a very hard time sleeping last night. My entire body felt stiff, cramped. It was very uncomfortable. But that's not the only thing... This morning, when I went to take a shower, I caught my reflection in the mirror...I could swear my body seems...firmer somehow. That's impossible though...isn't it?
My body couldn't just get stronger overnight, could it? No, that's the kind of thing that happens in movies, comics, and manga. Not in real life!
But I do feel stronger. It's so weird..
Whatever. Amy somehow got my phone number and called me. My parents – both athletes by the way, so the fact that I'm a weak little geek is a shameful thing for them – were shocked that a girl was phoning me.
Idiots. Anyway, she wants to come over today. I don't know why she's so determined to be my friend. My room is full of figurines, comic books, manga, and DVDs (I admit to owning a few Blurays, but most of my favourite animes and movies are only on DVD), and table top games.
I'm a geek. I freely admit this, and people mock me for this (me and every other geek in school. What a cliché...), but honestly, I'm starting to not care. Just a few more months and I'll graduate, and leave those idiots behind me.
I do have a part time job, working in gaming store that also sells manga, comics, figurines, and movies. Not that this helps my image with those stupid jocks...but I don't care. Mangaverse is the name of the store, and I love it.
Mangaverse was actually one of two places that Richard felt safe. The stupid jocks and Alli and her Bitch Brigade would never step foot into a store that catered to 'geeks' like him. His boss was cool, though hardly ever around.
Not that Richard minded. He wasn't the only employee of course, but he worked part time during the week, with weekends off. The pay was decent (he had been saving up too, not for any particular reason either), and he got along with his fellow employees.
Especially Talia. A short, squat girl, she was average and loved Dungeons and Dragons, but had a sadistic streak a mile wide.
Nobody messed with her. Her sense of revenge was beyond evil – even Alli didn't mess with her after Talia laced all her cheerleader uniforms with pheromones and unleashed dogs in heat into the gymnasium during practice.
Talia was scary, and Richard loved it.
So of course when she came storming in from the back (where she shamelessly opened the boxes of the newest volumes of her favourite mangas to read and then purchase), dark brown eyes alive with fury and long red hair flowing behind her, he knew something awesome was going to happen.
Scary, but awesome.
"I'm going to send a bomb!" she said. "Not just any bomb! But a bomb made from the souls of mangaka!"
"Talia," Richard said, "you're scaring the customers."
"Yeah, and?"
Richard shrugged. He felt that he needed to mention it, even if the (possibly insane) 18 year old girl didn't care.
"And you can't send Kubo a bomb. He'd never finish Bleach if he was dead."
"I don't care! He's being an idiot!"
"So is Kishimoto and I don't see you threatening to blow him up."
"Hey, at least Kishimoto is trying. Kubo is asspulling everything!"
Richard rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, he's made Aizen way too powerful, but he's going to somehow give Ichigo even more power."
Talia snorted and walked back to her spot behind the counter. "Probably a fusion with his father," she muttered. "Or his zanpakuto."
Richard chose to ignore that and tended to the (nervous) customers.
I love my job.