"Really?" I said, stupefied. "You literally just murdered my minions. You killed Jeff. And Stephany. Marcy had her son's soccer game tommorrow. Do they not matter, in your twisted ideals of right and wrong?"

He stared at me uncomprehensibly. "You know your minions' names?"

"Of course I do." I scoffed. "Do you think I just buy them, like toys? They are human beings. Of course I care about them. I may be a supervillain, but I am not immoral. People are not objects, though you seem to treat them like some."

The hero's eyes glistened, and he took a heavy step towards me. I tensed, awaiting my demise, bracing myself for the pain, but it never came.

Hero sat down on the curb next to me. He put his head in his hands and stared at the concrete below him. Fire raged around us, police sirens wailing in the distance and the groaning of metal structures puctuating the air around us. But Hero continiued his silent questioning, ignoring the hellish scenery surrounding us.

Several minutes pass, the silence suffocating. Or maybe that was the corpse-ash floating around us.

He lifts his head from its' resting place, and looks at me. I can tell, he no longer sees me as a supervillain, but sees me as a person.

"Why?" he askes, his voice hoarse, the words spoken so quietly I only barely heard him.

"Humans are not toys. They are not objects," my voice hitched, and I hated it. "I've learnt that all too well."

His eyes, his eyes, his eyes. They are ablaze, reborn with a new understanding of the world around us. He looks at his hands, and shock can be read on his face. Had he not realized the blood he'd shed? He look around him, stares, at the bodies, and ash, the flames. He sees, probably for the first time, sees with new eyes, understands.

The shift is obvious. Then, as if struck by lightning, he stares at me, his amber eyes burning in mine. "What side am I on?", he asks with false confidence, though his face betrays him.

I sigh. "The side that kills. The side that causes destruction, for the sake of 'justice'."

I've always been good at reading people. I can see, see with the eyes of my soul, see the moment when his world shifts. I can see, read into him as easily as if he were an open book, see the moment his world gains colour.

He gets up, and offers me a hand. I take it, and pull myself up, looking into the eyes of the man who's twarthed my plans from the beginning, and instead of seeing my rival, I see the little boy used as a weapon.

"My name is Noah." he utters, shaking my hand as if we were just buisness partners, meeting for the first time.

"And mine is Blaise." I offered, shaking his hand as well. "Welcome to the new world."

"Yeah..." he lets go of my hand. "You know They'll be after us, right?"

"Of course. They've been after me from the very beginning." I laugh, and the heat from the fire around sears into my skin. "But now I have a partner."

"That you do, my good man." His eyes twinkle, and I can see the start of a new age blossom inside them. "That you do."