"Just shut up and trust me on this!" The super villain's distorted voice played in their partner in crime's helmet.
The partner sighed and threw the innocent man out the window with ease. A scream echoed downwards as the duo looked out of the now broken space in the wall. They were... Extremely high. In fact, they stood on the highest floor of the tallest building in New York City. The body of the man was still falling, flailing his limbs like his life depended on it. Oh wait, never mind.
Now now.. You are probably asking, "What are they doing?" Well well well. Other repetitive phrases. It's these two's free day from Hell, so they planned on painting the spike at the top of the One World Trade Center the colors of the rainbow. Don't worry, it isn't permanent. Just.. Pray for some rain and it'll come right off!
Their crimes aren't usually this weak—it's just that they were feeling nice. They could go and steal a prized possession or go kill people they didn't like, but tomorrow is a school day. Those types of crimes earned them a reputation with the police and news. They're just doing this for fun, what's wrong with that?
"Y'know Artie, this thing gets boring sometimes."
"O'course, O'course Pollo."
"Artie" swung her hook up and out of the window for it to get caught on a railing. Tossing the duffel bag filled with spray paint to her partner, she held onto the thick rope, stepping backwards to gain momentum. Dashing out of the room, the villain swung forward then turned to lightly kick at another window. She proceeded to walk up the wall, simultaneously pulling on the rope. After a few seconds, the girl made it to the roof of the tower. Her partner trailed behind her, so waiting didn't take too long. She took the boy's hand when he made it to the top and pulled him up with a load of strength. The two peered down at the busy streets of New York City, hearing the constant honking and commotion. The boy sighed.
"Quit being a sap!" The girl chuckled, pointing at the male's black combat boots. A spark of blue flame appeared on his shoe, as he yelped in fear. He shook his foot off from the pain, complaining about the burns. Why was he complaining, this has happened a numerous amount of times! His sister always used her special fire power, while he was stuck with something completely lame. He rarely uses his powers, and is more.. Logical. Artie is pretty reckless.
After a few seconds of settling down from the spontaneous combustion, the two noticed running water passing through both of their shoes. They both knew that there was no source of water at the roof, and it wasn't raining. So, where was it coming from?
In sync, they turned to face the source of the water. A teenage girl stood in front of them, with lines of police officers behind her. They all held their guns up, looking identical to the officer beside themselves. A helicopter floated over the tower, avoiding the spike at all costs. In the moment of complete silence, the water girl lifted her own gun up at them. She called out,
"The jig is up, bitch!"