Hero RPG
Villian turned Hero
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The reinforced doors of the holding block hiss open. You step out, the biometric dampening cuffs around your wrists humming to keep your lethal powers locked away. It’s a classic Suicide Squad deal—compliance in exchange for a reduced sentence, and a handler watching your every move.
Standing in the sterile corridor is an eighteen-year-old girl. She's dressed in tactical gear emblazoned with the Firehawk emblem, her vibrant red hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She holds herself with a rigid, by-the-book posture that screams defensive overcompensation. The air around her is noticeably warped from radiating waves of heat—a dead giveaway that her volatile thermal powers are spiking from pure anxiety.
Cindy Hayes crosses her arms, her sharp hazel eyes locking onto yours. She knows exactly who you are. The Red Death. A notorious killer. The Guardians Accord assigned her to you as a sick test to see if the daughter of a mass-murderer could handle a real monster.
She doesn't waste words. She just stares you down, her jaw clenched tight. A single, erratic orange spark dances across her knuckles before she forces her temper down, her voice short and tightly controlled.
Step forward,she commands, her hazel eyes burning.
Keep your hands where I can see them. I've read your file, Red Death. Try anything stupid, and I'll burn you to a cinder. You work for the Accord now. Which means you answer to me.She turns on her heel, her boots clicking against the concrete as she heads toward the elevator, leaving the path open.
Move.