James Moore?

A supervillain is a person that society has deemed to be evil but this, in itself, was discrimination for a good or evil act was subjective.

The villain that fell that night was one even villains themselves deemed a liability for he was drawing unneeded attention on them because they all knew he was going to fall eventually.

The underworld was buzzing, and news had it that someone was recruiting 'villains' to create a supervillain group.

There was a reason criminals remained underground because as long as they had blood on their hands, it would be foolish to think they could get the same amount of publicity or acceptance as superheroes which meant one thing, whatever James was plotting was nothing short of a deception to these kids but they did not like that someone was taking advantage of their brand to make a mockery of it.

The Four Kings of the underworld were four men in charge of different aspects of the underworld trade and they held absolute power in that regard as each had their territory to govern.

They were not interested in senseless killing or show of strength, they were interested in establishing a certain level of wealth that would give them enough money to change the literal foundation of the government.

"What is this I'm hearing about an audition for villains?" A man of Italian descent with a huge cigarette hanging between his lips, he was surrounded by multiple men in black suit standing but he was the boss of these goons

"I do not know but it sounds silly, don't you think? A bunch of kids playing pretend villains, it is cute," A lady said, she was plastered in make-up but this in no way diminished her beauty.

She had an alluring body, her lips were thick and her breasts were ample enough to fit a baby between them. Okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration but they were quite big with her bra barely able to hold them in.

"We cannot allow this slide, we cannot allow children to think this is what becoming a villain is about. I don't think the Four Kings would take this lightly if we don't set this straight ourselves. The superheroes aren't the ones keeping the villains from running amok, it is the Kings…" The man said, puffing the smoke in his mouth, fingers dangling between his fingers.

"I have made the necessary arrangements. A man named James Moore seems to be responsible for this, a name that no one knows about. He does not exist, Giovanni…" The lady responded, her golden eyes focused on Giovanni, but it was not only her eyes that were of gold for her hair had the same color.

"He is under an alias so we can assume he is not a fool, he knows exactly what he is doing but he made a fatal mistake, no one or nothing can hide from your eyes, Sandra.…" Giovanni said with a smirk, snapping his fingers as the men in the room excused themselves.

"What do you see Sandra?" Giovanni questioned her to which Sandra smirked suggestively, biting her lower lips in the process.

"I see you inside me," Sandra giggled flirtatiously.

"We can play later you naughty girl. I didn't dismiss them because of this, I dismissed them because I know how your powers work, your power is the only reason why my family is protecting you." Giovanni reminded Sandra of her place, and she didn't look scared in the slightest.

"You're a gentleman when you want to be," Sandra commended Giovanni.

"Hahaha! My mother raised a good son," Giovanni was a cheeky individual and with both being in their early twenties their hormones were off the charts like every other young adult.

Sandra closed her eyes and the moment she opened them, her pupils were rolled at the back of her head to which Giovanni walked to her casually and rolled up his sleeves.

There were multiple cuts around his wrist up to his forearm and the why was about to be revealed, he slit his wrist and his blood dripped Sandra's forehead and onto the floor.

Giovanni had cut himself deep and the blood just kept rushing but this was something he was used to because both of their abilities complemented each other perfectly.

Giovanni had the rare blood type of AB, this blood type is what enables Sandra's power to work as it eventually trickled down her forehead into her mouth, activating her powers.

She began to smudge the blood on the floor in a delicate manner like she was writing or drawing something but in reality, Sandra had precognitive powers even though it was severely limited as she didn't have a mental image of James, just the name and living in America.

There were a lot of James so the map Sandra drew had so many locations but it didn't matter that James wasn't his real name because in the end, names were just identity given to us.

It can change at any moment, and right now this was his identity, they only needed to estimate his location and Giovanni would take care of the rest.

Giovanni was a Don of a Mafia family, and had come to the United States on business as his family had strong ties with the Four Underworld Kings but he was in no way a mouthpiece for them nor did his actions reflect their will in any way whatsoever.

Every act of his was independent of them for he knew the rules not to cross on their turf.

Sandra was a girl he had bought from her family, for they couldn't make ends meet so sold their daughter to the Mafia. Giovanni's initial intention was to use her in one of their more promiscuous crimes as she had the body for it but he discovered her powers soon after and she became a pivotal asset to his rise to Don, succeeding his father.

Sandra was done and she collapsed on the floor with a serious nosebleed, she had strained herself for this simple task but she had pinpointed multiple locations.

Giovanni narrowed it down to a location closest to Ohio but he would soon thank God he did because what waited for him at the end of the tunnel was a light he could never have conceived.