The Marvels

The world's most powerful superhero was having doubts. Juggernaut stood on the second-tallest building in the city. Down below, the convoy closed its doors and departed, carrying the prisoner inside to their new life, far away from everything they'd done. Even the night sky protested: the light rain escalated into a torrential downpour. Lightning streaked across the dark clouds, but Juggernaut stood still, unbothered by the crackle in the air. He had this nagging feeling that what he'd done was incredibly, stupidly merciful. He deserved worse, he thought—but not everyone ended up getting what they deserved, now did they? The convoy sped up a ramp and merged onto an interstate, heading east. He watched it go until it was a speck in the distance. And just like that, what was done was done. It no longer mattered. Or so he thought. ------------one year later-------------- "Hey! Are you even listening to me?" Vidya looked over her shoulder. Forget listening—she'd been too stressed to even realize that Amber was following her down the hallway. "Sorry. I'm listening now."