Supervillain Girlfriend: Anomaly (rough draft)

I reside in the Heimlich Correctional Facility, a specially fortified prison made to house the exceptionally gifted criminal. In other words, it was the jail for supervillains. I’m not one for the flowery talk that is used to describe what I am. Exceptionally gifted criminal sounds, to me, like a participation trophy. The facts are these: I break the law, I have super powers, and I was caught and tried for my crimes. I’m not bitter about it, I knew one day I would be caught. But it was the way I was caught that makes me livid.

My father was an occultist. Let me correct that, he was a secret occultist. Something my mother never knew when she married him. She never knew that he was trying to summon a creature of unnatural powers, using her womb as some sort of vessel. Even after I was born, she didn’t assume a thing. My mother was pure sunshine, bright, bubbly, and loving to a fault. I love her more than anything. Our Sunday visits are the highlight of my otherwise boring existence as an exceptionally gifted criminal. I suppose I liked my father too, but when it was found out I was born to be a denizen of his cult’s nefarious schemes, my mother got a good divorce lawyer and took us across the country.

My powers came slowly, which I will be grateful for. My mother got a few good years out of me being a normal baby before I started ripping her from bed with invisible strings when I was hungry. That’s why she started sleeping with a red light. My powers only worked in darkness or blue light. Took her awhile to figure that out, but once she did, things were fine.

We moved into a cul-de-sac after she left my father. There were houses all around us, something she planned just in case anyone from the cult came to get me. Lots of people around, lots of witnesses, and a big chance for us to make close friends.

I was weird, what with my sharp teeth, sleek black hair, and all black eyes, I wasn’t exactly the girl you wanted at your tea party. But then there was Ben. The exact image of the perfect little boy. He was adorable, charming, with big blue eyes and curly blonde hair. For some reason, this angel of a child was drawn to me, the demon spawn. I was lonesome and craving a friend so badly. All I had back then was an enormous collection of horse toys, figurines, posters. Yes, the supervillainess was a horse girl, laugh now.

Ben invited me to play one day as our backyards shared a fence. My mother did what she could for me. I had a sandbox to play in, and she managed to get a swing into a tree. But Ben had everything a child could want. He had a swingset, a tree house, a huge slide, an even bigger sandbox, a pool! And he wanted me to come play. I was never happier.

Like me, Ben, too, was exceptionally gifted, but unlike me, the gifts were more acceptable. He didn’t need darkness to use his powers, his powers didn’t come from a pact with the devil. Ben was like his father, who I later learned was the superhero Mr. Miraculous. Like his father, Ben had abilities like super strength, flight, speed, as well as being able to phase through walls. Although his powers weren’t as strong as his father’s, he had a certain cunning to him. Something I would later think would make him better suited to me in my shoes.

When Ben was in his late teens, he took up the mantle of Prodigious Son and fought alongside his father. But he resented the attention his father maintained while he felt he was left in the background no matter what he did.

At this point, my powers were reaching their apex. I was discovering more of my abilities, finding my puppetry could now work as long as there were shadows. It didn’t matter if it was completely dark; although the darker it was, the stronger I became. I never told anyone except my mother about my powers and what I could find out. Somehow, though, Ben figured it out.

“We should be a team,” he told me excitedly one night. “Just you and me. I can get away from my father’s legacy, stand on my own two feet, be my own man. And I will have you by my side.”

“I don’t know,” I told him. We were in my basement, which mom had turned into a studio for me when I took up painting. It had been a hang out spot for us ever since. Ben was sitting very close to me and he seemed so excited about the idea.

“You’re so powerful, Anna, you would make an amazing superhero!” He put his hand on my leg. “It would be just us.” He said this in such a way that my stupid little heart fell for it. Back then, I was young and barely understood who or even what I was. I thought I loved Ben because he was my only friend. But that wasn’t the case. As years went on, I would realize I loved Ben like someone might love a brother, or a cat, or a shiny rock. I loved unconditionally, but romantically I never cared for.

“You and me as a team?” I asked him with a smile.

He kissed me and I fell for it. We had sex on that old sofa and I still fell for it. I agreed to be his partner as a superhero and he named me Anomaly. I thought it was sweet back then, but these days, I wear the name as a badge of spite. Too bad there’s a hero called that now or I might change my brand.

At first, it was the normal superhero thing. We fought crime and it fought back. Ben seemed to have a hard time at it, but as long as I got someone into a shadowy corner, it was fine. This is when Ben began to piece it together, and he orchestrated his meteoric rise.

I see Ben still these days; as much as I resent him, I do still have a brotherly affection for him. But really, our visits are more about me working out my frustrations upon him than affection these days. He comes to visit once a week, receiving special clearance from the board to help in my rehabilitation. There was nothing of the sort happening. It was all still part of his selfish desire. He masqueraded as the world’s hero, enjoying the joyful legacy his father made. I knew who Fin really was, though. A spoiled brat who pitched tantrums whenever he didn’t get his way. He had an ego that would not be tested, and god forbid if anyone did.

Due to my powers, I was given a room filled with lights. It was once a solarium in the garden, but for me, it was outfitted into my own special birdcage. I was allowed to paint still as they deemed it therapeutic to my recovery. I played along that it helped with my rage, and in a way, it did. But what really helped me was Ben’s visits.

When he comes, I am taken to a special room where my shackles are removed and I am given a special outfit Ben wishes for me to wear. Then when he arrives, which will be any second now, we will chitchat, and then I will tie him down.

The door opens right as I am looking at the outfit in the box. “You’re not wearing it.” He says this in a way that sounds disappointed but also offended.

“I keep telling you, Ben, I don’t need leather or lace for what we do.” I drop the negligee into the box. “Just take off that stupid fucking suit and stand in the corner.”

“I want you to wear it. That’s why I always buy you one.” He steps into the shadow of the table and I grab him. My hands reach through the shadows, grabbing him and tossing him against the wall. He grunts and moans but I can tell he’s already hard. My hands scramble up him, holding down his legs, his arms, they coil many fingers tightly around his throat.

“You shut the fuck up. You hear me? You know the rules and you constantly disobey them!” The shadows slap him. “You petulant, filthy, little boy.” I slap him with my own hands and I see him biting back a pleased smile. “Fucking pig,” I snarl.

“God, I missed you,” he moans.

“I said shut up!” A shadow shoves into his mouth and he groans in ecstasy. I get off on it too, being able to beat around the world’s most beloved hero. Childhood friend and tormentor in the same breath. He turned me into the villain I am, and I turned him into my willing little sex doll. I may not be inclined to romance, but a girl has to get her thrills somewhere.

I drop him and he hits the floor like a wet sack of flour. “Get up!” I stride over to the bed and sit upon the edge. “So, how’s the outside world going?”

He gets up slowly. “You dropped me right on my boner.”

“Not what I asked, piggy.” I cut my eyes at him. “We’re making small talk while I decide what you’re good for.”

He crawls on hand and knee to me, kissing my feet. “I met with that new little superhero freak today.” He kisses up my leg. “The candy cane one.”

“Oh, Spite. I like him.” I grab a fistful of Ben’s hair, yanking it so he looks up at me. “Are you jealous?”

Ben remains silent. Perfect, I know exactly what I want to do today. I lick over my sharp teeth, wondering if I’ll taste blood today. “He’s young and vibrant, not to mention he seems genuine in his personality. Unlike some.” My shadows tug down the orange prison pants for me as I continue to tighten my fist in his hair. “He’s growing in popularity day by day.” I smirk. “Didn’t he move you down another spot in the polls?”

The look on his face is so delicious. I know he hates it. After years of being number one, he was down to being third in the polls. I scoot my hips out once my pants are off and firmly smash his face between my legs. He struggles and snarls, but I rub myself against him anyways. I moan loudly, covering up his pissed hissing. His tongue finds me, he licks between wheezes.

“God, you’re pathetic!” I yank him back to let him breathe. “All these years and you still can’t do that right.”

“You got me pissed, Anna.” He licks his lips.

“You’re always pissed,” I sneer at him. I smash his face back against me and my shadows let his hands go. He immediately goes to stroking himself, which makes me happy.

“How dare you!” I force him back onto the cold concrete flooring. He’s held back by many shadows coming out from under the bed. “You know the rules! You dare touch yourself in my presence?”

Ben smiles. “You’re so beautiful today.”

I plant my foot on his face. “Pathetic moron.” The hands remove the rest of his clothes. I am treated to the sight of his scars and more recent wounds. “What the hell happened?” I titter. “Did you fall down and break your hip?” I remove my foot from his face and walk around him.

He grimaces. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Come on now. I’m angry at you but, as a friend, I’m still concerned.” I touch a particularly nasty bruise just below his sternum. “Who did you get into a fight with?”

He refuses to answer me.

I have a shadow choke him. “Answer me, you dumb shit.”

“Beast,” he coughs out.

“I like her. I’d love to make her my partner.” I stand back up. “Remember those days?” A shadow creeps between his legs, grasping his balls hard and making him whine. “Before you took your father’s title, you said we would always be a team.” I take my hair and tie it back. “You used me, now I use you.” I kneeled down so my thighs were placed on either side of his head. “Take a deep breath, you’ll need it.”

When Ben’s father passed, there were concerns about who would take up the Mr. Miraculous mantle. It was a blow to Ben that he wasn’t considered; being his son and all, he thought he would be the first one asked. It offended him and he decided to show himself as worthy. He tried taking on Rabid, but found he was overpowered. It wasn’t until I came in and saved his ass that he realized what his best superpower was; controlling me.

“Please,” he begged. “Say you came in too late and found me victorious. I beg you, Anna. I need this. This is the only time I will ask for this.”

Like a fool, I believed him. I let him take credit for Rabid, which did get him brownie points, but he still didn’t get his father’s legacy like he wanted. He came up with his new game plan for us as a team. He used my abilities to bring down his foe, but I would always be left in those shadows. He took the credit every time. Eventually, he got his way, he became the new Mr. Miraculous which turned into the mononym Miraculous. And still, I didn’t see it.

I took a break after my first orgasm, reading the newspaper while he remained hard and cold on the floor.

“C’mon, Anna,” he pants.

“I’m sorry, I don’t hear rude pigs.” I snap the newspaper loudly.

He struggles, but the sad fact he has to face is that I am the stronger of the two of us. As long as he is here, I overpower him. He would not be breaking free of my shadows. “You fucking beautiful demon, come here and finish me. I beg you!”

“What?”

He snarls in frustration. “Please, my master, my beautiful, frightening master. I beg you! I pray to you! Come back and fulfill me.”

I roll my eyes and set the paper down. “How long have we been doing this, Ben? You still have to act like such a brat.”

He grins, reminding me of the little boy who invited me to swim in his pool. “I like seeing you mad.”

I stand above him with my arms crossed. “Don’t smile, it makes me sick.”

He bites his lip, thinking that will do anything for me. “Do you wanna spank me?”

“Ew, no, not when you talk like that.” My shadows tighten around him, choking him, squeezing his nuts. I sit down on his stomach and look at my nails. “They won’t let me have nail polish anymore. Such a shame. I used to have this eggplant color that made my skin look so pretty.” I look down at him. “Will you get me some?”

He takes a gulp, gasping breath as my shadow releases him. “I can try!”

I wrap my hand around his cock. “I’ll give you the brand and make a list of what I want.” I stroke him dry, knowing he both hates and loves it. “How many will you buy me?”

“How many do you need?” He seems pissed so I take my hand away. “Name it!” He yelps.

I lick my palm and return to palpating. “It’s been such a long time since I was able to enjoy painting my nails. Maybe ten. Or twenty.”

“Why so many?” He pants.

I take my hand away again. “I have pretty hands, don’t I? If I could wear my jewelry again, that would be one thing. But I figure nail polish is easier to smuggle up that pucker asshole of yours.”

He looks at me, breathing deeply. “I love your hands.”

I spit into my palm and return to stroking him, focusing around the tip. I roll it against my palm then down, then back around the tip. “Remember when I used to paint your toes?”

“Kind of,” he moans in pleasure. He’s enjoying it too much so the shadows sharply tug at his sack to remind him who is in control.

I stand up and allow him to sit up. I move his arms behind his back and I plant my fist in his hair. “Stand up.” He does so, moaning softly, pathetically. I pull him towards the table which I sit upon. The shadows cover his eyes, fill his mouth and circle around his arms and chest. “This is all you’re good for,” I snarl at him. I pull him to me, letting him slip inside me. I still don’t understand why, physically, I need him so much. I can’t let him know that, though. Once inside me, I clamp tight around him, keeping a shadow tightly coiled around the base so he cannot have his fun without my say so. He thrusts inside me, only allowed to move his hips.

“You call that fucking?” I snarl at him.

He keeps going, and I can see the frustration upon his face. The red blotches that bleed from his cheeks onto his chest. He wants to come but I won’t let him. I’m the master here, he will do as I say. I have my fill, which is only when he earns his reward. I remove the shadows from his face, letting him breathe and see me.

“Please-” he drools.

I release the shadows from his cock and bend him over my lap. With one hand, I stroke him and, with the other, I tan his hide. He whines and moans, succumbing finally to what he wants most.

“Disgusting.” I snarl. “Clean it up.” He licks his own mess from my hand and then, we lie back in bed.

“Thanks for doing this for me,” he says. “I really appreciate it.”

“Cut the ham, Ben,” I scoff at him. “We both know what this is.”

“I think it’s nice,” he murmurs. “I would say it’s like old times but-” He laughs. “We never did this in the old days.”

I sit up in bed. “Next week?”

“Yeah. I’ll probably need it. There’s a big meeting coming up at the Hephaestus school. I’m expecting some big news.”

I pull on my pants. “Aren’t you always?”

He puts on his suit and smooths back his hair. “Thanks for avoiding the face.”

I take my hair down and run my fingers through it. “You promised me nail polish. I’ll send you a list of what I want.”

“Yeah, of course.” He stretches and his back pops. “I feel so much better! I’m not as pissed about my rank as I was.”

“You will be again, I’m sure of that.” I stand on the X in the middle of the floor. Lights flash on, making my shadows recede away. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Fuck you too, Anna.” he salutes, putting on the mask of the upright superhero he was before leaving the room. I hate that mask. I much prefer the face he shows in this room, at least I know it.

Ben’s rise as one of the most popular superheroes was not because he was good at it. In fact, if Ben had to go head to head with some of the others in the field, I doubt he’d hold a candle. Hepheastus was the best in the game, but his attitude was dour, and he refused interviews vehemently. Meanwhile Ben had unlocked the code to the modern hero. He had active social media accounts, he took all possible interviews he could, visited children in hospitals, anything that would get his photo taken. He was popular because of his savvy and charm, not because he could fight off villains or threats to the people. If anyone paid attention, they’d realize he only did team ups now. Hence his attitude today.

The top two heroes right now in the popularity polls were Sunstone and Spite. Two young heroes, fresh from Hephaestus' Hero School. Sunstone is everything Ben wishes he was. Sunstone is genuine with his smiles, his charisma, his joy to help people. Then there’s Spite who is popular for his powers and snarky banter. He’s been made into an internet meme several times which gained him popularity on the same social media platforms Ben has worked so hard to build. So, in order to boost his ranking and his social media interaction, he did a team up with Spite and Sunstone. Which, in a way, was all kinds of pathetic levels of pathetic. Mostly, he looked like some dad hanging out with his young sons trying to be the ‘cool dad’. Here is this man, pushing fifty, trying to hang with boys half his age. I’m sure the internet has ripped him to shreds by now, probably explains his shitty little attitude even more this afternoon.

I’m looking forward to the next visit from my mother, I cannot wait to give her the newest painting I have made. I know that, on some level, she is disappointed with me. After all, I’ve ended up here, I ended up on the side she feared my father would drag me to. But fortunately, she knows what it’s like to be used by a man for his own gain, so I’m sure she understands on some level.

My mother had once been a top notch investigative journalist. She and her team used to get into the thick of superhuman battles. She still works as a correspondent and has her own podcast now. And being the mother of the supervillain Anomaly has earned her some extra attention, allowing her to complete books and various other projects she always wanted to. She was my hero, none of those super powered folk could hold a candle to her.

Every nook and cranny of my room is filled with those little LED lights, which are set on a timer to change color through the day. I have to sleep in the red light, which is its own kind of ominous. But when my mother comes to visit, the light becomes a poppy shade of yellow. All this so I can’t use the shadows or my puppetry.

I have to stay seated when my mother comes in and my hands are bound to the table top. She comes in, looking like a million bucks. “There’s my girl.” She ignores the guard to hug me then takes her seat across from me. “How was your week?”

“The same.” I motion to the door. “I have a new painting for you.”

“Wonderful,” she smiles brightly. “I have something for you this week too.” She pushes a notebook with a manuscript to the center of the table. “I finally found it.”

I click my tongue. “It?” I take the manuscript which is blank upon the cover. The inside page talks about how my mother met my father. Her first two books talked about my teen years, and the second told the intimate details of our relationship before and after my incarceration. Both books were written in an attempt to drum up sympathy for me, which worked splendidly. It’s part of why Ben visits me regularly, to make sure my mother doesn’t attempt to write another tell all, particularly one about him and his father.

You see, there’s another secret about my mother and I. One we’ve both kept for quite a while. I have a baby sister born out of an affair between my mother and Ben’s father, Mr. Miraculous. Ben’s father made my mother promise not to tell a soul, which she really didn’t care about until Ben took the mantle of his father. She felt Sunny would better suit the title since she knew the real Ben like I did.

“Sunny sends her love as well.”

A picture of me holding baby Sunny goes with me wherever I go. She holds up her namesake very well, she’s a ball of sunshine. But, some of that old occult magic must have still been in Mom’s womb because she does have some demonic traits like me. We both have sharp teeth, although hers are more cute, like a kitten or something. She can twist her head all the way around, which I can only do half. She’s a very chipper and upbeat kid, but should her temper be tested then the other side of her makes themself known. It doesn’t happen often, but this other Sunny is ten times as powerful as her father ever was.

The notebook looks old and frayed and I remember the cover image instantly. The big smiley face with a stick body was like the paralysis demon of nightmares. I open up the book, seeing my father’s handwriting.

“Is he-” I hesitate to continue.

“No,” she says decisively. “All of this was in the storage shed he left to me.”

I sigh heavily. I’d not seen my father since my mother divorced him, which was all well and good. I would have just been turned into a worse monster than the one Ben turned me into. But it did leave a lot of things answered for me, especially after Sunny was born. What was his goal? Who was I supposed to be? Why my mom?

“It’s all I could find that would point to what he was aiming for. I’m sure his fellow cult members got a hold of everything else. I looked through it, but I can’t read half of it.”

I flip through the pages, never having seen this script before, but understanding it all the same. They seemed to float off the page and glow for my eyes, telling me spells and secrets that should be common knowledge to me.

“I can see it,” I tell her. “I’ll try my best and transcribe it for you so you can research it.” I place the manuscript back over the notebook. I had been so caught up I almost forgot something important I wanted to ask her.

“How is Oddity?” I ask with some hope.

Oddity was my horse, my companion as a villain. She was my mighty mount I would ride like a bat into hell. My shadows would envelop her, making her the powerful fury of the night she was. I loved her dearly, and I missed her painfully. Unlike my mother and Sunny, she couldn’t visit me.

My mother sighed heavily, this was not a good sign. “She’s old, Anna.”

“What’s happened?” I lurch slightly in my chair. “Mom, what’s wrong with her?”

My mom looks me directly in the eyes. “She has a tumor, Anna. The vet says he could operate, but because of her age-”

It feels like the world has sunken out from under me. “Oh no.”

“I wanted to wait until the tests came back to tell you,” she whispers. She reaches out, touching my hands. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

I want to see her. I need to see her. But there is no possible way that would be allowed. Why did I have to go and ask Ben to smuggle me nail polish? I’ll have to play dirty in order to get Ben to do me this favor. I know what I have to do.