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and clearly as if Jeff were foreign.
“This is an academy. I recruit super villains for the academy.”
    Jeff looked at
Pyro, then back at Tubs. “You’re trying to recruit me?”
    “ Ooo , the kid catches on.”
    Jeff scoffed.
“You’re gonna teach me how to be a super villain?”
    “That’s what we
do, kid,” Tubs said. “We want to teach you how to be bad, well.”
    “Look,” Pyro
said, “here at S.V.A., you learn how to be really good at being really bad. And
after watching you all week, I suspect you’re a natural.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter 6

 
    As Jeff watched
the kids practicing, their actions took on new meaning. They weren’t just
trying to develop their abilities to their full potential; they were doing it with
intent and malice. They wanted to know just how bad they could really be. Jeff
wasn’t a good person and didn’t fool himself by saying he was. However, he
wasn’t evil. Were these people evil? Pyro didn’t seem to be.
    “What happened
to his hand?” Tubs asked Pyro.
    “His fire came
on.”
    “I knew he had
it. You couldn’t get to him in time?” Tubs glared at Pyro like she’d broken his
Ming vase.
    Pyro answered
without expression. “I was right there with him, but he was too strong for me.”
    Did Jeff
imagine Tubs salivating?
    “Too strong?” Tubs rocked back on his heels. “Wonderful.”
    “I’m all right,
thanks.” Jeff waved his bandaged hand in front of Tubs. “Your concern is
touching.”
    Tubs turned his
nasty sneer on Jeff. A wave of despair washed over him. He stared back at Tubs
as his self confidence crumbled. Jeff compared himself to the taller, stronger
man and realized he’d never be his equal. As a matter of fact, Jeff knew he
wasn’t worthy of standing in his presence. Jeff was nothing but a worm, a
lowly, pathetic specimen.
    “Lay off him,
Tubs,” Pyro snarled.
    Tubs sniffed
deeply and the doomed feeling faded, leaving Jeff mentally exhausted and
confused.
    “Lesson number
one,” Tubs said. His lip curled in disgust at Jeff. “Don’t challenge an S.V.
until you know their strengths and their weaknesses.”
    Tubs spun on
his heel and marched across the gym.
    Jeff twined his
fingers in his hair and massaged his head, trying to ease the confusion and
vulnerability he felt.
    “Sorry about
that, kid.” Pyro studied Jeff. Her eyebrows pulled together and she gnawed on
her lip. “You don’t have any barriers. Most S.V.’s come to us with low
defenses, but some . You’ve got nothing.”
    “How can you
tell?”
    “Love Bug’s
been vamping you from across the room this whole time. You can’t keep your eyes
off her.” Pyro scowled at the girl who smiled demurely and waved.
    “Well, she’s
gorgeous!” Jeff ogled her openly now that his attraction was out.
    “Actually,
she’s not. Her ability is psychic, like Tubs. She’s got you seeing whatever it
is that you find attractive and she’s locked a beacon on you something fierce.”
Pyro huffed. “It’s like you’re…human.”
    Jeff blinked to
break the spell he felt tying him to Love Bug. “Wait a minute. Aren’t I human?”
    The pull from
across the room was strong and alluring. Jeff fought the desire to be near Love
Bug, but he was running low on arguments why he should stay with Pyro.
    “Bug, stop!” Pyro’s outburst
hushed the chaos in the room.
    All of a sudden
the pull from across the room vanished. Jeff blinked. “What the…” Gone were the
wavy strawberry blonde curls and pine forest eyes. Instead Love Bug had limp,
drab, blonde hair and indistinguishable eye color. Her dress didn’t even fit
the same. What had been perky, pink ruffles framing an enticing neckline were
now child-like, floppy and sadly out of place.
    “Let’s get out
of here.” Pyro yanked the gym door open. It banged against the wall and Jeff
barely scooted through behind her before it slammed shut again.
    “Why are you so
mad?” Jeff had to jog to keep up with Pyro as she strode
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