As I explained, I am a horrible human being and will probably go to hell in a handbasket. First crime was when I was 7. First murder was when I was 9. I definitely have a throne down there, because a lot of people refer to me as the "Queen of Crime". That's what most of the files on my computer are. Files for keeping track of what I've done for my boss, and I need to add a new one.

I get Jack's laptop and open a new file, sharing it to my laptop and my boss' computer. I start typing what I did, while explaining to Jack. I blew up a bank, so what? (You say "illegal" like it's a bad thing.)

"So yeah, all I had to do was walk in. Then, quite easily, disable their security cameras. Really, they need better systems... Plant the explosives in a potted plant. Sneak the keys, lock them in. This is where we are always smarter, they have stupid guards as well as systems. This was fun, cause nobody realized they were locked in. One minute, normal day at the bank, next, pile of ashes and barbeque. What do I do next? I burn the ashes, of course! I almost feel sorry for them... Oh, wait, no, I really don't.", I say, laughing a bit. He smiles and raises his eyebrows.

"They don't call you the 'Queen of Crime' for nothing, do they?", he asks. I nod. It's one of the many nicknames people have given me over time. Suddenly, my phone rings. Urgh, people always interrupting. Jack smirks and I mouth 'Shut up' to him.

"Hello? Yeah, it's me, what do you want? Mm, okay, how about you stay there, and I'll stay here? Send me the link. I'll take a look and get back to you. If you're lying, Satan help me, I will find you and remove your vocal chords in the most painful way possible or cut your tongue out. Understand? And if you can send any other info you have, please do. Yep, bye.", I say, irritated. I hang up and look in my email inbox for the link.

"Anything fun?", Jack asks. I shake my head. Nothing fun yet...

"Idiot just wants me to prove that his brother stole money from the bank and killed 5 people, instead of him. If he knows how many records I'm going to have to alter, officials to kill...", I say.

"Is it like when Hitler stole your nutella?", he asks, laughing.

"Oh, yeah, that was a mistake. Remind me not to do that ever again!", I say, grinning. My phone rings again, same guy, my face instantly falling.

"What now!? I'm not a lawyer, I can't help you there! Oh. My. God. Are you from the past?! Yeah, took you long enough! Goodbye!", I say, frustrated at how idiotic people are. We haven't moved back to our house, as police are still there.

"People not realizing what we do? Can't blame them, cause they want to stay hidden.", Jack says. I nod. Idiots. Being a criminal, one thing you need to know is you skip the first two lives. Always two lives down and one life left. When they say be afraid of us, you probably should, because if you're not, that just means certain death/injury in the future. I'd know, I've "died" before.

I smile to myself, loving the fact that they can't do it themselves, and they need to come to me. It's only been 6 years since I committed my first crime, and I've already risen to the top. I'm my boss' favorite, I put on the good girl act. Well, I say good girl...

I need to think. Luckily, it's a very large warehouse we've made a second house in, so I'm able to practice flying. I fly around for probably an hour, thinking of how to do this. So I'm going to erase all security footage from that day, then alter the records to make the people not only disappear, but never exist. It's really quite simple, if you think about it. Really.

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Jack helped me make dinner and we chatted about almost everything under the sun, until we hear a knock on the door. Jack opens it, talks with the person at the door for a minute, steps aside and lets them in.

"How was traffic?", I ask, making small talk. My back is to them, but I can see their reflection in the mirror.

"Try not to start a war before I get home, then, I said, you know it makes traffic hell.", the figure answered.

"Exactly. What do you want?", I reply, turning to face the figure. The figure is nearly the same height as me, and I recognized the voice, almost immediately.

"You know why I'm here.", the figure said, pulling off their hood, flashing dirty blonde hair. I know exactly who this is.

"Oh, sweet angel of kindness, do you know revenge of the devil's law?", I say, calculatingly and with a faint smile.

"Yes, but I'm not the one in the deep details with him, am I?", Luna said. She's caught on rather quickly, but then, they do grow up so fast, don't they?

"That's true.", I reply. "Sit?"

We sit and continue talking. Jack is sitting on my right side and Luna sits across from me.

"It's only a matter of time. Before you're caught for the whole clock scenario.", she says, leaning back in the chair. I raise an eyebrow at that. I know what she means.

"And your point being?", I ask, tired. This is one of the few times we can sit down and have a civil conversation, instead of meeting on what I call the "Battlefield", cause that's all life is. It's always a fight, always a struggle, is it any wonder that only I see the battlefield?

"You should know that I will never speak of days, because I know you won't count them.", she says. Urgh, I hate it when my sister is poetic. Or anyone, for that matter. I may use it now and again, but it actually has a purpose.

"Spare me the theatrics and stop being poetic already. It's really annoying and have I shown you the window lately?", I say, trying not to push my dear sister out of the window.

"I'm trying to help you!", she nearly yells. Why do ordinary people get so worked up over nothing? Jesus Christ. And I thought I was the insane one.

"Hell, what does it matter? I don't need help, from you, of all people.", I say, getting up.

"Well, I know I don't but you do. You're sick, Raven. Mental. ", she says, not realizing that that may have cost her her life, because one thing you should never do, is make me angry.

"Thank you.", I say, smirking. She stands up so she's face-to-face with me.

"I mean it. You can't keep doing this. One day, you're going to die and not come back. That'll break my heart, you're my big sister. I don't need to lose anyone else from my family.", she says firmly.

" Really? Because up until about 5 seconds ago, I rendered you about as emotionally available as a cinder block. Cut the crap, Luna, it's stupid. Leave. Now. Unless you wish for your throat area to be better acquainted with my partially oxidized tool of slicing purposes, I suggest you refrain from actively utilizing your vocal chords and remove yourself from the premises.", I say, casting a death glare on her. That's all she needs to look scared and walk out the door. She tries to say something else, but I cut her off.

"THAT'S IT! OUT!", I yell, pointing to the door, and she runs out.

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After she leaves, I go set up my chemistry kit. It's not one of those ones for kids, as it has uranium and other dangerous elements. I usually use it to make poison, it's a hobby. I'm sort of a science geek and I'm very good with it. I'm mixing aluminium with chlorine when my phone beeps:

No more. I'm going to help whether you like it or not.

Urgh, Luna, shut up, I'm busy right now. I type back to her:

Go away and shut up. I'm busy.

That's the thing. Villains actually have a vision for the world. Heros don't, they just stop the villains from achieving their goals. I write down notes on what happened to the chlorine and aluminium, because while I'm here, I'll just give you all a science lesson, see if you learn anything:

Aluminium(Al) and chlorine(Cl) form an aluminium halide. (A halide is a binary compound, of which one part is a halogen atom and the other, an element less electronegative or more electropositive, than the halogen.) Respectively, aluminium chloride, in this case. (AlCl₃. Starting as 2Al(s) + 3Cl₂(l) → 2AlCl₃(s). Chlorine is the halogen.)

I start mixing Mercury and Fluorine:

Mercury(Hg) and Fluorine(F) form a dihalide. (A dihalide is any halide with two halogen atoms per molecule, plus the one other element.) Mercury fluoride. (HgF₂, starting at Hg(l) + F₂(g) → HgF₂(s) [white]. Fluorine is the halogen.)

And now I'm working on mixing Iodine and Fluorine:

Iodine(I) and Fluorine(F) react at room temperature to form the pentafluoride iodine fluoride. At 250℃ the same reaction will produce the heptafluoride iodine fluoride. (Pentafluoride: I₂(s) + 5F₂(g) → 2IF₅(l) [colorless]. Heptafluoride: I₂(g) + 7F₂(g) → 2IF₇(g) [colorless]. Both Iodine and Fluorine are halogens.)

Then I start burning Titanium:

Titanium(Ti) metal is coated with an oxide layer that renders it inactive, but when it starts burn in air, it burns with a white flame to form titanium dioxide (TiO₂) and titanium nitride (TiN). Titanium metal will also burn in pure nitrogen to form titanium nitride. (Titanium dioxide: Ti(s) + O₂(g) → TiO₂(s). Titanium nitride: 2Ti(s) + N₂(g) → TiN(s).)

And I feel like finishing up with a bang, so I move to the concrete part of the warehouse where I can do this without burning it down. Burning Hydrogen:

Hydrogen(H) and air don't react until ignited with a flame or spark, in which case the result is a fire or explosion with a characteristic reddish flame whose only product is water, H₂O. (2H₂(g) + O₂(g) → 2H₂O(l). H₂O can act as an acid or a base.)

I leave it at that for tonight, thinking on what Luna said. In a way, we're like a yin yang. She's the light and I'm the dark. Same goes for me and Angelina, equal but opposite. This is my battle.