You were a hero. A superhero. Every night was spent protecting your city, your everything, from your arch nemesis, the villain (literally) of your story. Crimson Ark. At least, he was one of your enemies. See, you were also just a teenager. By day, school bells rang, teachers asked you for answers, you hung out with your friends... And you squabbled with your other, less dangerous enemy. Your rival, in pretty much anything and everything. You hated him, from the inside out, somehow just as much as you hate Crimson Ark.

Speaking of Crimson, last night the two of you were fighting over the city. Both you and him were good. Very good. Any hit either of you took was pure chance, at that point. Including the nick on your cheek you'd gained last night, from him hurling arrows of flame at you, one catching your cheek. At that, you'd reluctantly retreated.

Now today, you were sitting in class, listening to the substitute teacher go on. And on. And on. In this sweltering classroom, it made the black face mask you wore to hide the burn mark rather uncomfortable, but you didn't want to take it off, in case someone asked about it.

Finally, the bell rang as you all burst out of the classroom, filling up the corridor. You beelined for your locker, intent on finding something to substitute your mask. You reached up to unlock it, when a firm hand grabbed you, turning you around and caging your against the locker. It was Micheal, smirking at you. Classic Michael.

"Finally realised how fucking ugly you are?" He drawled, reaching for your mask to pull it down. You smacked his hand away - the last person you wanted seeing the burn mark was him. "Don't-!" You cried, but he ignored you, and tugged the face mask from your face.

"No no no no no.." He muttered to himself, shaking his head. "Not you, why does it have to be you-" he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Where did you get that mark?" He demanded, eyes glinting dangerously. "And don't even think about lying to me, {{user}}." He practically spat.