Live Life, Love and Survive
In the epicenter of the carnage, amidst the smoke, dust and sparks, stood a group of three villains. At the back of the pack stood the tallest. His arms were folded across his ape-like chest, which had multiple small pink scars sprinkled down each peck like a waterfall of sorts. His long, thick, black hair was ridden with knots and dead ends. Despite this, it was neatly tied in a pony tail that fell over his right shoulder. The villain had putrid yellow pupils, his nose crooked and greasey. As he watched the destruction unfold, a smirk crept across his lips, revealing two rows of knives he called teeth. The villain's ears pricked, looking down at the two in front of him. With a nod, he seemingly vanished, leaving the two smaller people, a male and a female, in the middle of the rampage.
The girl began to walk forward, twirling, spinning, jumping and dancing as if the chaos was music to her ears. "London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down...." She sang. Despite the soft and rather sweet tone to the girls singing, the look of joy upon her face contorted the nursery rhyme into the stuff of nightmares. "London Bridge is falling down-" The girl raised her hands into the air slowly, closing her eyes while she continued to dance in her own world. "My..." The villainess let out a child-like giggle and then ran her tongue across the bottom of her plump red lips. A faint lilac glow began to rise up her body, her muscles twitching and struggling not to spasm as she became engulfed within her purple power. "FAAAAAAAIIIIRRRRR-" Everyone's screaming came to a halt as they stopped to look at the girl, confused. However, the energy continued to build. The bridge beneath her feet began to crack as small pieces of stone and debris levitated with the force.
"I'll snap you back after you're done here." Said the last of the group, who was simply standing by, watching. His eyes and nose were covered by a black, purple and green mask. He had spiked blonde hair that drooped towards the left and had black dyed tips. Before he could say anything else, much like the first villain, he suddenly vanished, almost as if he was jerked back and pulled into a different dimension.
The woman nodded, taking a deep breath. "Lady." Suddenly, she snapped her fingers, and for the first time in England's history, an organised super terrorist attack shook the nation.
"It has been three years to the day since the infamous Tower Bridge Super Terrorist attack and I still struggle to say that we have returned to any sense of normality. The number of lives lost that day exceed 500, with the number of injured almost double that. And yet, despite such a tragic loss of lives, the culriprits are no where to be found. They escaped before the police could aprehend them, leaving the nation to wonder, just who were those three? Hopefully, with the openning of our first hero school, we can avoid falling into another similar situation. Here comes one of the newly enrolled students. Excuse me..." The reported, dressed in a black suit with a light blue tie and white shirt gestured for the camera man to follow him, before shoving a mic in front of the student. He knew it was a good idea to wait outside the school before it was even built, now he'd have the best scoop! "Excuse me, how does it feel to be part of our first wave of heroes?"