Building A Harem Of Supervilainesses... But First, I Have To Save Them Chapter 4: Ch 4: Go Home

The train finally pulled into my station, and I checked the ti. We were eight minutes behind schedule.

Not ideal, but it could have been worse. When you were running late, every mont felt like an hour.

I still had ten minutes before I needed to be at work for my team’s presentation.

But it was frustrating that supers always seed to rush around, disturbing the city, even if it was in the na of saving it. Couldn’t they be more efficient?

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and look down the main street at the herd of people moving through it. Everybody was trying to get to their offices before eight.

With the ss of people moving down the street, there was no way I was going to make it to work on ti if I went that direction.

I turned, looking down the alley at a street that I knew would be a shortcut, but in the days of superpowers and monsters, it was often risky to be walking down dark alleys alone.

Luckily, I didn’t consider myself at much risk.

I wasn’t sure what grade of super I would be if I ever actually let myself be tested legitimately.

But from the few encounters that I’d had with supers, I had a feeling I’d be high enough in the hierarchy not to be worried about much in the world.

Decision made, I stepped off the main street and headed down the alley.

Today was the viewing of my team’s big project, and we were showing it to Candice, who was my boss and the head executive of the marketing office.

The governnt and the Bureau of Superheroes had both pitched in for this ad, so it was a project with a massive budget, and we’d even gotten the opportunity to shoot with Katherine Hensway, aka Miss Point City.

She wasn’t the most powerful hero, but she was the most popular, and she held a lot of influence.

I wasn’t sure what made her the most popular, but sothing told it had to do with her stunning good looks.

I’d hoped she would have been more fun to be around at the shoot, but she seed to enjoy the lilight a bit too much and was clearly used to being treated like a princess.

Looking down, I dodged a puddle of unknown muck as I continued down the alley.

Shaking my head at the thought of supers and their constant need for attention, I moved on to re-running the presentation in my head.

The project was over and set to ship. All we needed to do was manage the budgets and roll it out.

That would be simple; I could coast awhile at work while the team kicked off a few smaller projects we’d do for the Bureau of Superheroes.

The BSH always needed so PR or general advertisent running for their heroes.

Nothing smooths over wrecking a building and hundreds of apartnts like doing a photo op picking up trash by the river. I sighed.

Call a cynic, but in my mind, I saw the world for how it was, not how others wanted to see it.

Heroes were a burden on society as far as I was concerned. It was beyond why the world idolized them.

"Hey, buddy. Looks like you’re lost." An oversized form ca out of the shadows and stepped into the dim light of the center of the alley.

"Yeah, looks lost to ," a second, peppy voice picked up.

"Mister, you should turn back," a third voice, this one scared and young, spoke behind them.

I couldn’t see the kid, but I wondered if he was in trouble.

The monster before was so sort of mutated shark-human. He was seven feet tall, and his tough-looking, gray skin bulged with muscle.

His head curved to a point like a shark’s, with his mouth sporting rows of razor-sharp teeth.

Attached to his shoulder was a sort of squid-like super. It looked like they had so sort of symbiotic relationship.

Both of them had gotten the short end of the mutation that sotis went along with the gene for superpowers.

"Look. I don’t have ti for this. Please step aside." I hooked a thumb over my shoulder and checked my phone.

I confird I most definitely did not have ti for this. I was barely going to make the presentation as it was.

"Are you even listening to us?" The sharkman seed mad at my lack of concern.

"Huh? You haven’t moved out of the way yet?" I tilted my head in confusion. "Well, if you won’t move, then let do it for you."

I grabbed them without touching them. While many supers liked to get into brutish fights to show their strength, I didn’t feel the sa need. It was just too ssy.

Instead, I grabbed them with my power over kinetic energy.

Lifting both of them up, I let their feet dangle.

"Boss!" the squid yelled.

"Hand over your wallet and you can walk out of here in one piece," the sharkman, currently dangling in the air, threatened .

"Well, that’s just poor manners." I shrugged. "Let’s fix that."

There was no point in giving them ti to redeem themselves. I was in a hurry.

Snapping my fingers, everything went red for a mont. With a wet crack, I put enough kinetic energy into their bodies to liquefy them.

Both the sharkman and the squid disappeared. Where they had been was replaced with a mist of blood that slowly settled, coating the alley like a fresh coat of paint.

I made sure to keep a shell of energy around , protecting from the blast. I didn’t want to show up to the office covered in their atomized guts.

Wrapping my shoes in the sa force, I splashed through the puddle of blood that used to be two thugs.

I wasn’t sure they had quite earned the ’villain’ title yet. Small fries had no business blocking my path.

Clearing the bloody puddle, I made sure to wipe my shoes off on the clean ground and check to make sure I was still clean.

I paused, rembering the kid. Casting my eyes about, he wasn’t imdiately apparent in the dark alley.

"Mister?" A kid popped out from behind a dumpster with wide eyes. He had blood dripping from his hair. He saved the ti of searching for him.

"Are you a superhero?" he asked, his eyes still wide.

"E" I felt myself stiffen at the question. "I’m no hero. And superheroes don’t deserve your idolizing. They don’t care for anybody but themselves.

You’ll do better in life looking out for yourself. Now, get out of the dark alley and go ho. Your mom’s probably terrified, give her a hug and don’t go wandering in alleys."

The kid’s jaw dropped, like I’d just told him Santa didn’t exist.

I finished checking myself over, giving another glance back at the kid.

He’d scrambled off in the anti. I wished him the best and hoped he’d be okay. Sadly, I didn’t have ti to look after every kid in the world.

Shaking my head, I exited the alley and headed towards the office.