Love. Such a silly concept, love is. Flug had swore it off after bearing his heart on his sleeve for so long. Cecilia had broken his heart once, and once is already one too many. The only love Flug had left in him was all platonic. So why? Why did he feel irritation when Demencia would talk about Black hat or flirt with Black hat or act like they were married or propose marriage? Sure he always felt irritated, it interfered with work and professionalism. But this irritation was different. It was possessive irritation. Black hat obviously(if obviously meant simply putting the only competent worker in charge) favoured Flug so why should Demencia even try. Flug was the better choice in the majority of categories even if he had to prove that to Black hat. But no. This thinking is illogical. It doesnât make sense. Flug would never date his boss because that would be hypocritical and Flug wasnât hypocritical(He would often try to convince himself even though he became the very thing he found revolting).
It wasnât like Black hat would even date Demencia. She is repulsive. Disgusting. Vermin. But that complimented Black hatâNo it didnât. It was a copy of Black hat. Flug knew this. Complimentary things are very often contrasting things. Flug constrasted Black hat. Flug was sterile. He was clumsy. He was human. A small mortal human that relied on others. Used them. Betrayed them. Black hat. Oh Black hat. He was precise. He was balanced. He was powerful. He used people and tourtured them and killed them, not for his gain but for fun. Flug constrasted Black hat but in the end Black hat chose Flug because he saw potential. And Flug saw power. Hypocrite. That is what Flug is. Even if he denies it. Even if he screams it. He is a hypocrite. He is always the things he hates.
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Whoever told Flug that Black hat eases over on everyone was a liar and a scoundrel. Black hat had not eased up on him, if anything he got harsher. And Flug was losing his patience. Sure it probably didnât help that at 20 he ran away and followed through with his pilot career until the police finally caught up 2 years later. In an emergency, Flug had crash landed the hijacked plane right into Black hatâs manor. That was the moment when Black hat held down a shaken Flug and forced the mark upon him. His shoulder still aches some time.
Flug was hunched over one of his experimental creatures; a hero that he fixed up with machinery, leaving them in an endless cycle of pain. However it seemed the hero had finally died. Removing the machine from the major organs was the hard part, and the main reason why Flug always regretted doing this. But Black hat wanted to see how long he could make them last until he could enslave them. Flug pulled his right arm away and shaked the pain out, momentarily forgetting the blood on the glove until it sprayed everywhere.
âLook at you doc, covered in bloodâ Demenciaâs voice was a headache. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Or at least Flug thought. He looked up to see the lizard girl hanging out the ceiling vent. Flug could almost imagine the sight of Demâs lifeless body hanging from a noose. That was a thought for another day. âCâmon Flug donât blank izâ
âOut.â Dem giggled and dropped down, slinging her arm over Flugâs bad shoulder. âSo cold to me, almost as cold as your birthplace right?â Flug inhaled hard. He didnât have the patience for this.
âIf youâre gonna be mean to me I may as well-â Demencia didnât have time to finish as Flug wrapped his hands around her throat, pushing her to the ground. Her hands clawed up his arms but Flug didnât even flinch, instead he removed one hand and reached for the scapel. Demencia noticed this and started to resist more frantically, kicking her legs and using all her might. She went for Flugâs bag and ripped it off in hopes of stunning him. Messy blonde hair fell over Flugâs eyes but that didnât stop him. He brought the scapel to her throat and pressed-
âFLUG!â Flug jolted. Demencia was stood in front of him, her mismatched eyes staring at his. He unclenchs his hands and twitches when he hears metal clang to the floor. The scapel. âFucking hell you were out of it for a whole minute." Flug breathes out slowly and glared at Demencia. This annoying lizard. Who did she even think she was? She was his creation. He made her what she is today and she should respect that. However it seemed Flug rarely ever received the correct respect where it was due.
"JUST GET OUT FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
Demencia held up her hands in an act of feigned innocence as she backed away. It wasn't until Flug reached for the wrench on his workdesk that she made a break for it. At least Flug finally had peace. No matter how short lived that may be. Even if it was already coming to an end as Flug felt the familiar presence behind him.
Flug had learned quite quickly how to know when Black hatâs was appearing. There would be a noticeable chill in the air and it would feel like you had a judgemental pair of eyes(eye?) on the back of your neck. Always the neck. Most find this unsettling. But not Flug. No. Definitely not Flug. He had always found a strange comfort in it. Like he was being watched over. Like Black hat would protect him from all harms. But Flug knew that wasnât true. Black hat himself had caused harm to Flug. Black hat only cared for his reputation as a villain and the profit he made of Flugâs inventions. At first it angered Flug but he quickly learned the consequences of that. He shouldnât voice what he doesnât like. Even if he has a justified reason for what he doesnât like. And what he didnât like right now was the sound of Black hat walking to the cut open hero on the autopsy table.
âI take it it failed?â
A rhetorical question. Itâs plainly obvious what the answer is but in Black hatâs case he still wanted the reply so he could get angry. Angry at Flug for failing. But today Flug didnât want to reply. He was pissed. Demencia had angered him and he couldnât deal with an egotistical bastard right now. So instead he talked back. âWell what do you think?â
The look Black hat gave Flug told him everything he needed to know. He was dieing now. And to some weird extent that thrilled Flug more than anything. A gloved hand wrapped around Flugâs neck and squeezed. Ah the usual method. The pressure increased and so did the pain. It felt exciting, even if Flug had met this demise multiple times before.
âJust die you masochistic fuckâ
âNot unless you are coming down with me Lord Black hatâ
The last thing Flug heard was his neck break.
Hi! I hope you enjoyed this. I was contemplating using different colours so please comment if you think I should give each character their own colour or keep it the iconic blue/red. If you notice any mistakes I apologise since I didnât reread this.
