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It never was about good or evil.

Unlike some of these so-called "heroes" and "villains," it was always a lot more simple for me. I didn't care about one or the other.

I cared about winning...and it just so happened that evil was more likely to win 95% of the time. If you don't have play by the rules, you have the advantage. That is not to say

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At the first sign of a disturbance - yeah, that's right, I watch the news - Oliver sent bodyguards to my apartment. They rang to tell me that they were coming up and they've been standing on both sides of the front door ever since. Maria Deluca has bodyguards. Unfortunately, it's not because I'm a really famous singer, but it's a start.

And speaking of singing, I had an audition. The guys refused to let me go anywhere, but I can be really persuasive and I made them follow me. Even though there was some kind of showdown, apparently, it wasn't too close to my part of town and, well, life doesn't just stop. It'll all blow over, right? There will still be places to sing. And this audition was with a really nice lounge, not like a sketchy dive bar. It was like the kind of place where studio executives went on their days off. Like where people could get discovered.

So I went out, trailing bodyguards, and absolutely aced the audition. They loved me! I totally got the gig! So far, only one night a week, but it's Friday, which is a busy

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The superhearing these abilities afford me pick up a faint sound from the streets below...

"Hello? Bodyguard guys?"

Not something I'd usually be terribly interested in, but as the hearing occasionally came in and out, when it did pick up something, it alerted the voyeur in me. I guess you could say I just like the follow-through. I scan the streets, and isolate the source: a small, blonde girl looking rather lost.

Hm.

I float down to the world, my feet setting down on the pavement behind her. she has yet to notice my presence...and I can help but enjoy the stealth.

I look around, mostly in a faux mocking gesture, and then shrug.

"Looks like they left you, dear."

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"No! They didn't! I totally have bodyguards-"

I look around. The street is pretty freakin' empty.

"-Somewhere."

So they ran off to help someone who was screaming. Should I start screaming? If I did, would they come back? 'Cause I mean, hello, whose bodyguards? My bodyguards! Why were they off rescuing someone else? Now I need rescuing and they're not around? Oliver and I so need to have a talk. If I ever get out of this alive.

I fumble in my purse for the small vial and try to open it with shaking hands. Some of the oil spills on my fingers and the air is filled with the strong scent of eucalyptus. Bringing the vial up to my face, I inhale deeply, trying to calm my racing heart. It doesn't work as well as it usually does. Which you think it would because usually it's killer aliens or shapeshifters. Flying guys isn't really too far from the norm. I've done this before. I'll be fine. Totally fine. Maria Deluca can deal with this.

"Oh god, please don't kill me."