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robbietheferal · 1 year

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You haven’t been allowed to be human in a while, huh?(Part 2)

With the smell of warm soup and the cacti in front of their kitchen window, a very villainous plant might they add, Villain felt home. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one that engulfed them in a tight hug and didn’t let go. It was comfortable, warm and almost sickly sweet.

It didn’t feel right, but at the same time it did. The feeling was weird, something Villain hadn’t felt in a long time. They supposed while yes, their other friends in crime did offer a great sense of support ; Villain didn’t remember the last time they felt something like this.

What they felt with Hero was simply special. Something their deceased mother would often tell Villain they would find someday. On one special day, they would meet someone who warm up their cold world like the sun. One day, the walls they had created around their heart would break, and the ice cold heart would melt like strawberry ice cream on a hot Summer day.

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Villain, at this point was in their late twenties, almost thirty. They had given up around the time they had turned twenty. Given up on finding that special someone. They had felt as though they had been created this way, in a way meant for loneliness and despair. Because that was what the world had shaped them into; loss after loss, despair after despair and an un-ending cycle of pain.

Villain had wished they could say that it all changed with Hero coming into their life but that was not the case. Sure; Hero had extended their hand and support to Villain when the pair first fought, but Villain hadn’t taken it then. They had been too deep in the dark thoughts clouding their head, that they had been too blind seen the sun near them.

It had taken a while of going back and fourth and Hero saving them from many attempts for Villain to start trusting Hero and themselves again. It had taken serious mental help and tons of reassurance, but Hero had been with Villain every stage of the tough and grueling process.

And despite them being on opposing ends, Villain did the same for Hero.

They had their loneliness and a dark past in common. Even though Hero seemed like someone who had tons of friends and support around them, that was far from the truth. Hero was alone. Nobody would come to their aid if they were the one in danger, nobody would lend a shoulder for them to cry on and nobody would truly care if something happened to them.

Hero had grown up as a possession of The Organisation, a tool to be used and then discarded. It had happened to many orphaned children who possessed powerful abilities and Hero was no exception. They lacked a family, all there was of their childhood was countless memories of abuse, pain and fear. So when they finally debuted as a public figure, Hero knew it would not get any better. They were well aware that things were now worse, because now their actions would have serious consequences. Because now they were in the public eye, their every move being judged and analyzed. And despite all the eyes on them, they lacked close and intimate relationships.

That didn’t change when they met Villain. Despite being a freshly debuted hero at the time , Hero had faced against many villains. And they were certain that Villain would not be any different.

And at their first encounter, that was in fact the case. A simple chase where Hero had to secure an important file Villain had stolen. Hero had been successful at getting back the file, but they also had a little scuffle with Villain. A scuffle where Hero noticed that Villain was in a similar mental state as them. A state where they were hopeless, lonely. So Hero did the only thing they knew.

They tried to save Villain.

They extended a hand.

A hand that Villain rudely rejected and ran away. But Hero hadn’t missed the shocked look behind Villain’s masked face. They could only see their mouth and the raise of their eyebrows, but Hero knew.

They knew that expression. One of potential hope. They had been wishing to be able to plaster expression on their face for their whole life. For someone to save them.

So when they got to knew Villain more and more, as they were assigned Villain’s case, they felt less ..alone. Less like they were on their own, less like nobody would catch them if they were to fall and less like a trapped bird in a pretty but restrictive cage.

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Villain heard a light groan from the couch in the living room. Leaving the warm cup of soap in the kitchen they immediately rushed to where Hero had seemingly awoken from their slumber. Arriving to their side, Villain took Hero in for a minute. One might even say they were admiring them.

Hero really was a sight for sore eyes. Beautiful in a way only Villain would understand, they looked like a painting even whilst in pain. Not that Villain had thought about them blushing in pain or anything, that certainly was not the case.

Just as they pushed that thought aside, Hero opened their closed eyelids and tried to adjust to the light coming from the lamp on the living room table. Seeing Hero’s struggle to open their eyes, Villain went to close the light. Allowing only the street lights and the moon light the otherwise darkened room.

With their eyes now adjusted to the amount of light in the room, Hero blinked a few times before turning their glance to the awkward Villain at their side. For a few seconds it was quiet in the apartment, just two opposites staring at each other in a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

When the gears in their head stopped turning and they reached the conclusion that they were in Villain’s apartment, were in new clothes and that they were not tied up by any means settled in, Hero bolted.

Or at least, attempted to. Hero’s limbs were uncooperative and they had not taken their bandaged stomach, the lack of food and water in their system and how fucking tired they were into consideration when they attempted to run; so they could barely sit up before groaning in pain.

“Easy, easy easy easy... Oh my god, you’re more stupid than I assumed. Lay back down you utter bafoon!”

Taking a few rapid breaths and calming down, Hero decided to coordinate with Villain’s advice/outburst, they laid back down on the couch. They admitted defeat and let out a shaky sigh before glancing at Villain, who had one hand on their forehead and one holding onto Hero’s forearm. They seemed..concerned.

“Your temperature went down.. but you’re still shaking. Hmm.”

“Uh.. Villain..?”

Villain halted their checkup on Hero and looked them in the eyes. They met a look of confusion. And it dawned on Villain as to why Hero looked so sheepish.

Hero had no clue where they were and how they got there. From Hero’s perspective, Villain had kidnapped them and was going to do god knew what to them. Even though that was the farthest thing from the truth, Villain knew from experience that there was no stop to Hero’s spiraling thoughts.

Letting out a sigh of their own, Villain began to explain.

“Do you remember what happened yesterday? Maybe glimpses of our fight last night?”

Trying to remember what could have happened that led them to the current situation, Hero racked their brain for an answer. Slowly but surely, through their hazy and tired mind, memories of last night flooded in. They remembered how they broke down in Villain’s arms and then.. darkness.

“Uhhh after I told you about..that. I don’t remember what happened after? D-did I pass out?”

“Yes. You told me about your.. thoughts and how The Organization- oh sorry. I-I didn’t know if you wanted me to mention that.”

Villain felt as if they were walking on eggshells. Hero was the only person Villain was so gentle with. The only person Villain would hold until they no longer could. Sure, Villain was dumb as hell when it came to social cues, but even they knew that Hero was in a fragile state right now. One bad word and they would try to bolt once again and considering their ribs, that probably was a bad idea.

Having sat up properly now, Hero avoided Villain’s gaze. They looked down at their hands that were covered in bandages, some had little cartoon characters on them. Despite having never seen any children’s cartoons growing up, they would see some kids dressed up as those characters when they would visit children’s hospitals. They always thought it was cute.

“No it’s okay. I’ll leave, I bothered you enough.”

“Hero.”

Hero halted, looked up at Villain. A second passed. Instead of the usually assertive gaze Villain gave them when they ordered Hero to do something; Villain’s gaze was pleading. Pleading for Hero to not stand up, to take a rest and to stop. To stop with their self destructive behavior and to take care of themself for once.

Kneeling on Hero’s side even more and getting into their eye-level, Villain spoke.

“Please, for once instead of pushing yourself until you literally pass out in someone’s arms; talk to me. I-I promise I will listen but please stop.. this. You’re going to get yourself killed o-or.. You’ll kill yourself at this rate. You don’t deserve this pain, you’re worth so, so much more than this.”

Hero could only look into Villain’s eyes, near their breaking point. What Villain was saying was the opposite of everything Hero had heard growing up, that little voice in their head telling them that No, Villain was lying. Nobody would say something that nice about you.

Noticing that Hero was drifting away again, Villain attempted to get a hold of Hero’s face in the most gentle way possible. Only for Hero to jerk back violently and putting their arms in front of their face, expecting violence.

A pause.

Another pause.

Hero dared to look through their arms that shielded them, and saw only the warmth of Villain’s entire being. Their eyes looking at Hero’s shaking figure with only the purest and kindest gaze, their posture relaxed and non-threatening.

Villain looked.. kind.

In a way they never had been. Yeah sure, they had been getting along until that point, but Hero had never seen Villain be so openly vulnerable and sweet. Despite what they had been taught from a young age, it seemed like they deserved to be treated by hands that didn’t mean to harm them.

“I am not going to hurt you.”

“H-How can I believe that.”

Hero had taken their arms away from their face now but were still avoiding Villain’s gaze, opting to stare intently at their hands instead. At Hero’s response, Villain paused. They realized what they were dealing with. Hero’s wounds weren’t just physical, they were also emotional. They had no idea what Hero had been through, they had a rough idea due to the many other hero-turned-criminals they knew.

“I know people have hurt you. The Organization- they.. put you through so much, haven’t they..?”

“I-I can’t do this anymore Villain. W-what I told you about last night, it’s true. I can’t keep fighting, a-and just being under all this pressure-”

Their voice hitched, unshed tears appearing at their eyes; Hero was shaking like a leaf. Villain put their remaining braincells together and just let Hero vent out their frustrations.

“..a-and I want t-to.. die.”

As if Villain’s heart couldn’t break anymore than it already had been before, the sight of Hero, just being so vulnerable was all it took.

“Okay..”

“W-what..?”

“If you don’t want to do this anymore, let me save you.”

“Villain wh-what are you saying..? You can’t just take me away to some kind of paradise, are you cra-”

“Yes. Yes I might have a few screws loose but I swear to whatever is up there, nothing will hurt you again if you just say the word.”

Hero didn’t even think about it for moment. They didn’t even have the energy to do so.

“Save me.. Villain.”

Villain’s sunken face turned into one of utter glee and proudness.

“Yes, my love.”

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