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It finally time, the villain Ray series part 1! To start off, thank you to @meganekune who has been my helper for editing for the villain Ray story, and proper Mandarin translations in the story! The translations are at the end of the chapter this time but may be subject to change. I hope you are as excited to read them as I am excited to write this series. Emily chapter one of….

“ALL FOR YOU”

Chapter 1 “Lost”

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ this chapter contain heavy subjects such as suicide, drugs, dead body, strong feelings of empty, suffering, choking, and violent actions.

There have been some that say when it comes to the life changing decisions many different choices could be made. Each important choice can change the trajectory of your life. What if we take a man for example. A man who had been through so much, lost his mother by her own choice. Tested on. Forced to kill his brother. Went off to southern war at such a young age that would be brain altering. Imagine this teen comes back to a house, but this house isn’t a home. A monster lives with him inside committing atrocious acts. Changing this young teen view on what a hero really is. Even receiving the brunt end of the abuse. Now what if, instead. That day where this teen didn’t take it anymore chose permanents as a solution. What if mercy wasn’t on the table? Only death. What will that man’s life be like? What would change?

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I had never felt empty. Not like this. Not when my mother gave me away. Not when I was a part of the southern war long ago. Not when Steel Sheriff put his first cigarette to my skin. The only thing that felt worse than this was my brother. When I…lost him. This empty was…long. Overbearing. The room was silent. No sobbing. Snoring. Greetings . The absence of human life. Yet I saw her there. I could see her but she was different. Noiseless. My feet moved before I even thought to do so. My hand leaves the door frame of the metal door.

She was propped up, head hanging forward, hair covering her face like a curtain. The shirt she wore, one his own shirts, had vomit on it. Left long enough to dry and crust over, being partly soaked into the fabric. Empty. Pushing her hair out of the way there she was. Bloodied vomit crusted over, eyes dull. Face relaxed in a way that mocked deep sleep. Empty still. It would be cruel to leave her in such a mess so I grabbed a warm wet rag with soap. With gentle ease I began to wipe away the gunk. Leaving her as clean as I left her. Empty still.

That shirt needed to be taken off. The effort wasn’t too much. Pulling the shirt over her head was easy. Anytime my fingers grazed her skin, she felt cold. Empty still. She never wore long sleeves, not really. She liked the cold temperature of the room. They both did but, this time, maybe a long sleeve would suit her better. The cold that her skin was…painful. Forever. One arm at a time I slipped her arms through the sleeve holes. An old sweater of mine. That’s when I saw it sitting next to her with two empty bottles of something I couldn’t be bothered to read, and a letter.

Pulling her into my lap she rested against me, curving into my shape. “Did you leave this for me?” I cooed softly to her. Picking it up.

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In my restless dreams, I see that time.

A time where I could have freedom.

You promised you would give it to me one day.

But you never did…

I’m taking fate into my own hands now.

Choosing for you.

Normally I would say something encouraging like,

I hope you find love again.

But I don’t…

You don’t deserve that much.

I pray that you never do lest they be chained as I was.

I could say I love you but I don’t. Not really. Just a love that you made up for me in my head.

Granted, I can’t bring myself to hate you.

Not completely.

You’ve suffered. More than most would imagine. Late talks taught me that.

I understand why you are the way you are.

However, in my last thoughts for you, if somewhere within yourself you do love me.

I ask for a last favor.

Give humanity a second chance. It’s not all bad.

I promise.

Goodbye Ray.

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The letter. So cruel. Somehow still kind undertones with it. Every word felt like it snapped a heart string. That’s when it broke. Empty no more.

Emotions came flooding in all at once. Feelings I couldn’t even understand what they were. Not in this moment. Bringing her around she faced me as I shook her shoulders. “Why?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY WOUlD YOU LEAVE ME!” I cry out in anger and desperation for answers. A desperation that u hadn’t felt like in a long time. “You can’t leave me like this!” I croaked out her head waving back and forth with each shake. “YOU'RE SELFISH! YOURE FUCKING SELFISH! I-“ the first sob followed. “I-I gave you everything I had…” I say weakly pulling her close to me once more. Lost.

It wasn’t until she began to stench of rot. I let her go. Cleaned her up. Dug a hole, left her in the dirt. An empty hole feeling left in my chest. A hole that I didn’t know how to fill. It wasn’t till a few days passed that I finally went back to “The Syndicate” bunker. Maybe…somehow I can find purpose or feel something. I don’t know. I just knew I didn’t want to be home. Not right now.

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The bunker was always noisy in some type of fashion. Tonight was no different. Ray walked down the stairs, the voices carrying, his duffle bag over his shoulder. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to be here but he wasn’t exactly unhappy to be here. They hadn’t seen him in a while and he is their trump card after all. He does the most damage out of anyone. Even if Ray isn’t a huge part of the social aspect of the team, he was still a force to be reckoned with. The closer to the bottom of the stairwell the pounder the voices were.

The stairwell led to a circular room with concrete for walls. An abandoned bunker from some time ago. It was easy to use, water, heating, rooms, a kitchen. The barrack had been used by the NAHA a few months ago by a small group. Now used by “The Syndicate”. Black hole, Anthony, and Mel were all there. The original four of that group long before he showed up. Honestly, not even popular until Ray showed up.

Black Hole was mindlessly scrolling on some social media. Black Hole was absent of all colors. A void. No defining features in any physical way shape or form. Just nothingness. The only thing she had was a small light in the center of her chest. Where her heart should be. That was her power. That’s why she had no color. Absorbing light and shooting it back out at high temperatures. Not a member, Ray really conversed with much. She didn’t converse with him either. It’s as if they both stayed in their lane.

Anthony, the only one who was bold enough to ask Ray to join the team. The closest thing to a friend. Ray could never say brother, or give him the title. He had one. Lost him. No one could replace him. Besides, Ray didn’t think he deserved another one. Anthony was a hunter. All senses high, speed and strength on top of those quality to make him a top predator. The head of “The Syndicate”. The founder.

Mel was an interesting one. Was possessed. That’s the easy way to explain it. The masks are the demons in a usable form. As long as he uses them, they are satisfied. He’d been around for centuries until 2013 when the NAHA found him somehow. Had been taken to be studied only for chaos to ensue and for him to escape. The second person in his small circle that actually felt like a friend but at the same time, the relationship felt too personal. Ray always felt exposed by him.

Finally, Roy…an idiot. His power was screaming. Make no mistake, it’s a powerful weapon if used properly. The right frequency can wreak havoc on just about everyone. A perfect power to match a chatterbox. Someone that Ray had barely any patience for.

“Well, well, well. Looks who’s back.” Anthony stood up from the head of the round table in the center of the room. Rounding it he met Ray head on before pulling Ray into a hug. Anthony was so broad and big Ray swore he’d probably disappear from view. He suddenly pulled away leaving Ray standing there. “Oh.” Anthony’s nose scrunched. “You smell terrible. Ugh, like rot. You need a shower. What did you do Apollo, lay in a pile of corpses?” Ray felt his chest tighten in his chest. “A body.” He said softly. Anthony’s eyes narrow. Something was wrong. No doubt about it.

Mel spoke up softly, “你看起来有些迷茫，我的朋友。”Ray didn’t respond right away. “迷茫？不，我并没有。” Roy decided to finally make an appearance. “Ahaha! Well if it isn’t the big A-P-O-double L- O!” Roy spoke with more enthusiasm that Ray would care to hear. Mel spoke up again, dragging Ray's attention back to him. He had pushed the mask of Heart up off of his face. The mask that sees all that’s in the heart, mind, and soul. “She’s dead. I see it. The loss.” Ray froze, of course Mel would look. Ray couldn’t hide from Mel. Ray could never hide from Mel. Mel was a man who, with the mask, could always read Ray. Even more uncomfortable, even without the mask, sometimes Mel could read him.

Everyone went quiet. “Grieving. Apollo is grieving. She is gone. By her hand.” Mel continued on gravely, as if the feelings were his own. The silence was broken. “Damn. That’s a waste. She was nice I guess. Last I saw her anyway. Sad.” Roy responded almost nonchalantly. “Dumbass.” Black hole huffed under her breath. “A waste?” Ray questioned looking at Roy. A dark cloud shrouding over his heart. Ray cocked his head looking in the direction of Roy. He stared for a moment. Before a strained grin spread on his lips.

“A waste?” Ray said questioningly. “Did you have plans for her? Did you have a use for her that I didn’t know?” Everyone in the room seemed to know that Ray was on a path of violence. That his questions were a trap. Everyone but Roy. “Well, no. Not really. I mean she was pretty to look at. Kinda nice. Would have made a great wife I’m sure.” Roy says with a shrug. Antony pinched the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed. Mumbling something under his breath, an insult. However Ray was focused on Roy. “oh…I see. Hm. Interesting.” Ray nods his head before cracking his neck, popping his fingers. The calm moment before the storm. “Anything else Roy?” Another half heart effort from Ray to give more reason to attack, maybe to see if Roy will realize his mistake. Naturally in Roy fashion, he didn’t.

Roy shrugged “Eh, not really. I mean, it just feels like a waste. She had potential.” There was a moment. A beat of utter silence. Ray and Roy just locked in a staring contest. In a moment Ray was on Roy, squeezing his neck tightly in one hand. “‘A waste’ you said. Personally, I think you are a waist. Always have been. You contribute just about nothing to this team. You don’t even use that brain in your skull.” Roy tried opening his mouth to scream. That didn’t escape Ray’s notice. It was laughable, Roy even tried. Tried to use his power against Ray. Ray, a being that is much stronger than Roy.

Bringing Ray's face in close, Ray spoke in an easily deceptive calm tone. “Go ahead. Scream for me. Try. The more you try, the tighter my grip will be. I can make it to where you won’t utter a single sound for the rest of your life.” Roy stopped fighting,his mouth closed, hands going to his side as his face reddened and eyes watered. The realization of powerlessness setting in. Good. Powerlessness, reflected Ray's own. He has a small understanding of how Ray felt right now. How he’s felt for the past few days. A large hand rested on Ray’s shoulder. A hint of pity, Athonoty trying to be a voice or reason. “Apollo, let him go. I know he’s an annoying little bitch but, I can’t let you do this. If you can’t do it for you, please. Let him go for me. If you lash out, he get under your skin.”

Ray considered. He really did, he could easily wipe this feeble excuse of a human from the face of the earth and no one. NO ONE. Not a single person would care. However, Ray decided he'd let him go. Granted Anthony gave Roy too much credit. There was no way Roy could think like that, getting under Ray’s skin. Ray would let him go. For Anthony’s sake. However, he wouldn’t just let him go. Nah, he wanted to leave a last statement. A final action to stand in place of a final word. Wham! Ray had fluidly flipped Roy over his head and smacked him into the concrete floor knocking whatever air left out of Roy. He couldn’t even wheeze as Ray stood over him looking down at him.

Black hole was at Roy’s side, encouraging him to breathe , trying to make sure he didn’t die or at the very least pass out. Anthony took Ray to one of the spare rooms. Setting his duffle bag down, Ray sat on the bed with a sigh. Anthony was quiet for a while. “Speak. I know you have something to say.” Ray pushed Anthony forward. Knew him long enough he knew he had something to say. Could read his mind too. With a sigh Anthony began, unsure if he was really any help or not to Apollo. “Listen, I’m…sorry for your loss. I know that’s a hard thing. I just- I want you to rest. You need it, you look as though you haven’t rested…no, you don’t look, I know you haven’t. Shower, get clean. In the morning, we’ll go somewhere I’ve had my eye on.”

Rays head perked up, “and what place would that be?” The uncertainty is clear in his voice. Almost could be mistaken for mistrust. “The NAHA base in Russia. It’s got all the fancy scientists there remember? They had them there to make weapons of a certain caliber under the government's nose since, You know, the government and NAHA split about two years ago. I figure we can take it down together yea? Plus, it will be a way to put your anger out there.” Anthony pauses, not wanting to force Apollo into anything. Not that he could. “Think about it. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” With that, he left Ray alone in the small four walled room.

Ray did exactly that, he showered, and laid in bed. He couldn’t help the tears that began to well up in his eyes. That shower felt like he washed the last of her scent from her body. He sat up, dragging the duffle bag to him, unzipping it. Pulled out the long sleeve that he put her in. It smelled so, he washed it. However, her practice drowned it in her perfume after. Bringing it up to his nose, Ray fell onto his side, holding it close. The scent of Tangerine, gourmand accord, vanilla and a hint of sandalwood. The tears still continued quietly, but the scent of her eventually helped him fall asleep.

Mandarin translations

(Mel: you seem lost friend.)

(Ray: Lost? No.)