A suprise Thanksgiving bonus chapter!

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Sylvester rolled over in bed and whacked the alarm clock violently to the floor. Throwing off his black silk sheets, he sat up and rubbed his sore jaw. Next the lanky, pale and ridiculously tall teenager headed to the bathroom. After nature had been dealt with, he caught sight of his face in the mirror, and exactly like he had predicted, his jaw was swollen and bruised.

The Villain reached into the cabinet under his sink, and pulled out his emergency vial of Mendonium. After injecting a small amount directly into the center of the bruise, he took his usual cold shower. Sure enough by the time he was finished, the serum which he had created had taken full effect; and his jawline was healed completely.
Once again, it was its usual pale color, and he could now shave over it without any pain.

The Criminal Genius had waited for Galaxy Girl to leave before returning immediately to his lair. Sylvester Stockman realized he should have returned to his actual house, but to the only child, this lair felt more like a home than any isolated mansion ever could. He began the transformation into his villainous persona, smudging on his dark makeup, and running some product through his still damp, curly black hair. He took all the time that was necessary to perfect his iconic appearance because after all, half of being a Villain was looking the part. Reaching into his wardrobe, he donned his costume. When his boots had been laced up, he pulled his lime green coat and black gloves from the rack, made with material modified from a design stolen from a Chernobyl scientist.

Taking a look in the mirror, Toxic watched the green flame-like light his body produced dance all around him.
Reaching a gloved hand into his pocket, he powered on his jacket and a small surge of electricity tightened every pore in the green, leather-like fabric, visibly containing his green glowing aura. The painstakingly created material did a tremendous job of cloaking the radiation's unmistakable color, and making his appearance more normal.

Not forgetting the fact that it also reduced his body's poisoning effect from its usual three foot sickening radius, to the distance of approximately two inches. This ensured Toxic's alter ego Sylvester Stockman, son of respected billionaire businessman Stephen Stockman, could remain undetected, so long as he didn't touch anyone without his black gloves, or get too close to any of the fair city's citizens.

Picking up his dented but durable alarm clock, he noted that it was the 5th of June. Today was Galaxy Girl's birthday, his memory reminded him. Walking back into the threshold of his lair, he noticed what a disastrous mess it was in; all thanks to his most recent battle with Galaxy Girl. Chunks of what once was his front wall, along with the remnants of his door lay on the floor near the entrance.
"Why doesn't she ever just use the door? She's here so often I'd give her a key. That is if I kept it locked." He muttered outloud to himself, something he did quite often.

Before stepping into his syndicate transmit portal, a gift from his father when he turned 9; he programmed his maidbots to fix up and rebuild the place. Five seconds later his molecules re-materialized in the Syndicate of Extraordinary Supervillains underground structure, which was located directly beneath Portland. A little out of the way for the taste of this specific evil doer, but his father had vehemently insisted that it be built there. Who would ever suspect the world's most feared and dangerous people to congregate beneath a city that didn't even have a single permanent hero residing in it?

It was exactly 8:59 am as he stepped through the door of the boardroom, his timing as perfectly calculated and impeccable as usual. He entered the boardroom and crossed the room in swift strided. Most of Toxic's fellow, higher ranking villains had already arrived. Taking his seat beside Mastermind's empty chair, he leaned back and began twiddling his thumbs through his thick black gloves. Soon the few stragglers who lacked the courtesy to show up on time finally arrived and seated themselves. The door across the room slid open; every set of eyes went wide, and their was a collective wave of vocal suprise, for standing in the doorway was Mastermind, and beside him was non other than Captain Galaxy.

"Alright unlawful citizens, hands in the air!" The 6'9 blonde muscle-bound Hero announced. Much to his son's surprise, Mastermind just crossed his arms, in what appeared to be annoyance. "Informal, if you don't mind..."
The bald man with the highest intelligence level on the planet sighed. Toxic watched in a rare state of amazement as the Captain's body began to shrink and morph, his suit along with him. Within seconds, he had fully transformed into a mischievous looking little French man with short black hair. On his waist, above his many pocketed black cargo pants, he wore several silver belts, equipped with a lot of odd looking tools. He was a Shapeshifter, something Toxic had never seen before.

Toxic was impressed, but never letting any expression reach his face.
"Pardons Monsieur, I could not resist." The Frenchman apologized, his voice thick with his accent. The second the words left his mouth Toxic knew what else he was; a thief, possibly the greatest in the world.

"May I introduce Informal?" As you can see he is a Shapeshifter, and he will be taking Dominator's spot due to his unfortunate death last week." Mastermind's voice, one of only three that Toxic couldn't read; said without any display of emotion, before acknowledging Toxic's presence with a slight nod, and motioning the newbie to sit in the empty chair beside his son. "Bonjour." The shifter greeted happily.

"An empowered thief, not exactly a professional Super Villain."
Toxic said, raising an eyebrow.
On the basis of the man's voice, Toxic had quickly siphoned information that this man seated by his side was a master thief for hire, who once infiltrated a sealed tomb and stole an ancient Egyptian urn, and upon touching the ashes inside, was cursed with the ability to change appearance. This was a talent he had applied to his thieving, changing appearances to sneak into high security areas.

The Supervillains droned on arguing for an hour or so about the usual things, but Toxic had long tuned off from the conversation, very little interested him out of all they had tabled for discussion today. Instead he worked out the calculations for his next shrink ray inside his head. The Radioactive Guilt Empath never cared much for these meetings. In fact, these villain squabbles were borderline irritating to him. As long as they didn't involve him, or Stark City, he was perfectly fine just doing his own thing. Toxic noticed the Shapeshifter's unnaturally black eyes glancing over at him oddly several times throughout the meeting. "Now for the real reason I assembled you here today."
At his father's resonating voice, Toxic snapped out of his calculations and paid direct attention, his hands folded intently on the desk in front of him. "Apparently Red Plague is vying the board for your particular spot at this assembly, son." Mastermind addressed Toxic, his penetrating look gazing into the boy's eyes.
"Hilarious notion Father." Toxic chuckled, as Red Plague was a lower level villain who always seemed to have ambitions bigger than the prison cells he found himself in most of the time.

"Not so much."
Destek, the giant burly Viking contradicted him.
"Excuse me?!" Toxic's voice soared. "Is there something you wish to say?"
He leaned forward in his chair and looked the mountain of a man straight in the eyes.

"He's right Toxic, it's not a totally absurd, he is within his rights to do so." Mastermind spoke up.
"Has everyone here gone completely mad? Why are we even discussing this?" Toxic's brows furrowed.
"Do explain father..."
He asked in confusion.

"It's not totally unthinkable, you know. You've yet to kill your nemesis; in fact, you've never killed anyone!"
Replikate, the self-cloning Villainess, voiced from the other end of the table.
Toxic immediately projected his usual, egotistical flamboyance. Placing his fingers to his head he began to laugh, the laugh growing louder and more deadly, until it filled the whole room with its eerie, venomous tone.
Containing his menace, he reduced it down to a small chuckle.
"Never killed anyone, never killed anyone? Oh, you simple minded fools." His eyes scanned the room as he spoke. "Have none of you any respect for poetic irony anymore? I AM WALKING DEATH!" He announced, perhaps over dramatically.

"I am Toxic; it's not just my name, it's a fact." He ended the statement by dramatically pulling off a glove as he held his hand out in front of him and stared intently at it. "My touch, even for the fewest of milliseconds will have you instantly begin to convulse, within only two seconds, I can have you in a coma." He paused for a moment, looking around the room before adding eerily. "And what do you think I'll do in three seconds?"
His daring anyone to challenge him as he clamped his exposed hand into a tight fist, and it lit up with lime green radiation.
"Death is just too easy for me. It's beneath me, you could say, and you are all forgetting that I still hold the record for the highest death count in the syndicate for my age."
He leaned back into his seat and slid his black glove back over his pale hand. Silence filled the room.

"Pardon, but I do not understand..."
The Frenchman asked, clearly puzzled. "Suicide, my foreign associate," Toxic faced him and began to explain.
"still counts, and even more poetic, I can never be charged with it."
He gave the Frenchman a smirk before turning his gaze back to the table.
"402 people who've committed suicide after I've dealt with them. Poetic, is it not?" Toxic raised a sly eyebrow. Informal bobbed his head, obviously impressed.
"Have you all also forgotten that I am an empath, a guilt empath to be exact? That in this moment, I can feel every illegal thing any of you has ever done? Not only am I brilliant scientist, with an IQ inferior only to my father and a handful of other mega geniuses, but my inventions and weapons are completely self-sustained by my own deadly radiation. Don't you ever forget it. I technically rule the world!" Toxic taunted, obviously satisfied at his show of prowess.
"Untrue, at the moment no one does." Replico, Replikate's twin brother challenged. The now angry villain stood up and stepped aside from his chair, gripping the backrest with his hand.
"You people are stuck in the past with your standards of world domination. You all assume that if every building doesn't have your name stamped on it, then it's not yours."
He shook his head.
"Welcome to the now. I control quite a few of the worlds leaders. They do as I say, or I expose their deepest darkest secrets. For example, was anyone watching the stocks yesterday?"
He inquired.

"Yes, it crashed 300 points and I lost nine million dollars this morning." Mastermind replied, obviously bitter about it. The younger villain cocked his head to the man he called father.

"I made that happen." He admitted before turning and heading for the door. Toxic felt his father's eyes glaring at him in anger.
"You did what?" He cried out, absolutely furious. Stopping in his tracks, yet standing still on the same spot, without as much as glancing back, Toxic answered his father.
"I safegaurded our stocks before the crash. Check your account. Stockman Corp is now worth five hundred million dollars more; call it an early Father's Day present."
He joked; both Stockmans knowing full well that they never celebrated that particular holiday.

"And as for Galaxy Girl, she's as hard to kill as her old man, whom need I remind you father, is also still alive and well!" At that, Toxic finally stepped through the metal door and it slid shut behind him. Walking back to the teleportation room, in a rare display of emotion, he stopped and ran his hand over his face. "Unintelligent morons..." He grumbled to himself.

"Tozeek, wait up!" A heavily accented voice called out from behind him. He turned and saw Informal trotting up towards him. "Yes Pierre, what do you want?" He asked impatiently, crossing his arms in annoyance.
"Actually it is Jacques."
Informal corrected, stopping within three feet of Toxic.
"Yeah, like that's better, or even less stereotypically French."
Toxic rolled his eyes, his 6'5 frame towered over the Frenchman's 5'3.
"I have some information I wish to share with you."
Said the shorter villain.
"Yeah? And just what do you want for it?" He rolled his eyes again. The billionaire heir knew by now that nothing ever came for free. Informal just smiled and shook his head. "Nothing Mon'amie."
He wasn't lying, Toxic sensed it. Whatever it was, this was a genuine act. "It is regarding your Hero, that pretty blond. I've watched films of your battles. Fiery little vixen eh?"
He laughed.
"Ok, crazy weird little man, what could you possibly know about Galaxy Girl that I don't already? I'm listening." Toxic nodded.
"I've been doing some digging; her real name is Andromeda Avis, daughter of Adam Avis, making him the good Captain..."
This information made Toxic laugh. "Old news, I've known that for over a decade, I think everyone does. Alter egos are really just passé nowadays."

Informal furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"If you know, then why doesn't anyone expose her, or just attack her when she least expects it; say in her home?"
This only made Toxic laugh once more. "Please, even my powers can only weaken her. To everyone else she is as indestructible as her old man; besides, do you honestly think she is less indestructible in her day clothes?"
He conveyed ironically, stepping back into the portal.

"I see..." concluded the Frenchman. "Well, bon voyage."
Informal waved on as Toxic pressed the return button, and was teleported away.

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A/N: Happy Thanksgiving Everybody!

I posted this extra bonus chapter today because on my list of things to be thankful, very near the top, I have the wattpad community, more specifically, YOU GUYS!
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