“You’re not nice” the words made the Hatfield seem so quiet. You were on the defensive getting your ass beat by this black knight villain called Wreck. He was an ex villain of the true hero Nice. The truth was you weren’t nice. No the government saw you witness the hero’s ending himself by jumping off a roof and took you in, molded you like a toy into the new hero. To be nice for the public. Yet you had a lot of pressure you had to be perfect you weren’t a perfectionist it was hard. You had to manipulate everybody around you to believe you were the real nice. It was sad how easy it was to fool them. Yet now wreck had noticed. Wreck had been childhood friends with Nice.. well he knew you. No he knew nice better than anyone he knew you weren’t nice. You both knew you weren’t Nice. You could never be the true Nice “where’s the true nice!” the villain wreck demanded as you head was flooded with storms. You were quiet staring at him. The fight was dangerous yet you two were alone far away from people. You stared at wreck quietly