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Civilianās eyes fluttered open, their vision intensely blurry. Blinking a few times to clear it up and wincing from a sharp pain in their temple, they raised their head. Instantly they startled, letting out a yelp as a figure came into focus across from themāstaring right at their face.
āAwake at last,ā the person drawled, tapping their fingers on the table-the table?Ā
āW-whā¦ā words failed Civilian immediately, their mouth refusing to cooperate. Their brain hadnāt yet caught up with their surroundings, but they were pretty sure they were sitting up. Why would they be sitting up? Who was the person on the other side of the table? Where-
āIām sure you have quite a few questions.ā The strangerās voice interrupted their train of thought. āBut I have some rather more pressing ones for you as well.ā
Another wave of hurt came from Civilianās head. They reached up a hand to steady themself, ignoring the stranger, but felt somethingā¦wet. With some hesitance, they took it away. It was covered in blood.
āIām sorry about that,ā the person said in a tone that didnāt sound very apologetic. āMy employee was a little rough. But it was a necessary precaution, as Iām sure youāll soon understand.ā
Civilian tried to respond, to ask what was going on, but their voice wouldnāt cooperate. All that came out was a dry, rasping cough that shook their whole body.Ā
āIāll give you a minute to recover,ā said the stranger. They shifted through a pile of papers on their side of the table that Civilian hadnāt noticed before. Their pen jotted a few quick notes down on one of the sheets while Civilian took a deep breath, trying their best to ground themself. They couldnāt panic. They had to stay focused. If they couldnāt figure out what was happening and didnāt manage to escape on their own⦠well, Lover had insisted on them having that tracker in their phone.
āWh-where am I?ā They finally managed. Their voice was hoarse, as if it hadnāt been used in months. Hell, they didnāt know how long theyād been out. It was possible. Unlikely, sure, but possible. God, I really, really, really hope not.
The stranger smiled and wrote something on their page. āThe Agency, of course.ā
Civilian blinked. āThe-the Agency? Like⦠the hero agency. For people with actual superpowers? What?ā
āMost people with actual superpowers, as you say,ā the stranger corrected. āThere are always those who slip through our fingers and dedicate themselves to villainy. Thatās what Iāve brought you here to discuss.ā
Their head pounded. āWho are you?ā
The strangerās grin widened. āWhy, Iām Superhero. I thought that was quite obvious.ā
āS-Superhero?ā This wasnāt real. It couldnāt be. Theyād eaten spicy food last night and were having a bad dream, thatās it. Why would Superhero, of all people, kidnap them? They werenāt a hero, not even a sidekick. Sure they had powers, but the Agency only took first and secondary powered individuals. Civilianās tertiary power, the ability to calm others with their singing, was good for helping Lover relax after a long day at work, but not so much for fighting crime.Ā
āYes. Now then, Civilian, I wanted to ask you somethingā¦ā Superhero flipped through a file, pulling out a photograph. āDo you know who this is?ā
Civilian raised an eyebrow, wincing when they found it hurt to do so. Of course they knew who it was. The picture was of Supervillain, the most notorious criminal in the city. They had evaded the heroes for years, stealing from every important figure in range and causing destruction with their powers of invulnerability and telekinesis. In the photo, they had their hands raised, floating in front of a smoking skyscraper. A team of heroes were surrounding them from all angles, but they wore a confident smirk, as if they knew something no one else did. āThatās Supervillain.ā
āIndeed. Nowāā Supervillain took another photo from their folder and slid it across the table. āI believe you know this person?ā
Civilian started. The image was of Lover, wearing a suit in a restaurant. They appeared to be meeting with a business partner, as they often did. āWhy do you-āĀ
āAnswer the question, Civilian,ā the hero interrupted. āDo you or do you not know this person?ā
āI-I do,ā they stammered. What did Lover have to do with this, whatever āthisā was? āBut-ā
āEverything will become clear in just a moment.ā Superhero withdrew the photo and placed it back in the file. āYou and this person, Lover, have been dating for over three years. Is that correct?ā
Civilian stared at them. āIā¦yes. Thatās right.ā
āAnd you work as a performer?ā
āYes. Iām a-a singer.ā
The crimefighter scribbled something and glanced down at a paper. āAnd Lover, theyāre in business?ā
āReal estate,ā they said numbly. āBut why-ā
āAll in due time,ā Superhero said without looking up. āReal estate,ā they chuckled quietly, giving no explanation. āAnd you met them when?ā
Civilian shifted in their chair. āA little under four years ago. I was doing a show at a restaurant. They came up after, gave me a tip, complimented my voiceā¦ā
āAnd you lived happily ever after,ā Superhero finished for them, flipping through a few more pages. āYou live together, yes? An apartment building off 57th?ā
āHow do you-āĀ
āNice apartment for a real estate mogul, isnāt it?ā they cut in. āPenthouse and everything?ā
āThey work for a very successful-ā
Superhero closed the file with a pronounced slam. Their expression was incomprehensible. āYou want to know why youāre here, Civilian?ā
Civilian, caught off guard, nodded.Ā
The hero folded their hands on the table. āI want information on Supervillain.ā
Their head was spinning. This was all so confusing, so wrong. None of it made any sense. Why would Superhero kidnap themāviolently, it seemedāand think they knew any more about Supervillain than the Agency? āI donāt know why you think I can help you. I donāt know anything about them. Please, I donāt know what you did to me, but just leave me alone.ā
Superhero tilted their head to the side, a pitying expression forming on their face. āI know you know, Civilian. Donāt make me do something I donāt want to.ā
āI donāt know what youāre talking about,ā they snapped, standing up. They were done with this. Clearly, Superhero wasnāt the person everyone thought they were, all shiny and moral, placed on a pedestal by the whole city. āBut I donāt want to hear it.ā They stormed over to the door and were about to throw it open when their body froze against their will, hands slamming to their sides.Ā
āSit,ā Superhero said.Ā
Civilianās eyes widened in horror as their legs began to move back towards the chair of their own volition. Theyād never seen Superheroās powers used before, never imagined how terrifying it could be. The ability to control others with their mind, used to easily dispatch criminals without any need for bloodshed. They struggled to no avail as their hand reached to pull out their chair. Superheroās face was full of mock disappointment.Ā
āNow then,ā the hero said as Civilian was forced to sit down again. āLetās continue, shall we? We were talking about Supervillain, werenāt we?ā
Civilian couldnāt speak. They couldnāt move. They were trapped in their own body, unable to do anything but move their eyes.Ā
āPlease donāt continue your naive stubbornness,ā they sighed. āIām afraid I donāt have the patience for it. Tell me what you know. This is your last chance.ā
āI donāt know anything,ā were the words that shot out immediately, before Civilian even realized they could talk again. āPlease believe me, I donāt know-ā
āCivilian, dear.ā Superhero shook their head. āIām sorry, I just canāt believe you when I know youāre dating Supervillain.ā
Their breathing stopped. āWhat?ā
āSupervillain, Loverā¦ā the hero shrugged. āOne and the same. I mean, it all seems quite obvious now. I simply canāt trust that you didnāt know.ā
A laugh burbled up in Civilianās throat. āYou canāt be serious. Lover, a master criminal? Thatās ridiculous. You have the wrong person. Lover doesnāt even have powers.ā
āSo youāre telling me youāve never noticed anything off about them? Like the way they never seem to get injured, even everyday things like paper cuts and little bruises?ā they asked skeptically.
āTheyāre just-just lucky, I guess.ā Come on. Anyone could avoid injury just by being careful. And besides, just because Civilian had never seen them get hurt doesnāt mean they never had been.Ā
Superheroās eyebrows rose. āLucky. All right, how about the way theyāre gone from dusk to dawn with no real explanation? Or how weāve witnessed them meeting with Villain, a known criminal, under the guise of making a real estate deal?ā
Civilian shook their head vehemently. āNo. No. No. Youāre wrong. Youāre wrong. Itās all just a misunderstanding. Theyāre not like that. They would never break the law like that, put people in danger.ā Their voice rose. āYou donāt know them.ā
The hero let out a snarl, their face contorting, rising half out of their chair. āYou know something. I know you do. You will tell me.ā
āI donāt know anything!ā Civilian yelled, standing up again. Superhero seemed to have forgotten to keep controlling them. āLeave me alone!ā
Superhero rose to their full height, sliding their chair back. Their expression was murderous. They put a hand on the edge of the table and slammed it to the left, making it crash into the wall. Civilian let out a yelp, hastily stumbling backward as Superhero approached.
āSt-stay away from me,ā Civilian said, hands outstretched. Their back hit the wall. Before they could move, Superheroās hand smashed into the brick beside their head. With their other, they pulled a knife from their belt. Civilian froze, terrified eyes meeting the heroās furious ones.
āYou do know. You know everything. And I will drag it out of you however I need to,ā they growled. āI donāt even need this knife, though it would be fun. I could make you jump out of the window. I could make you stab yourself in the heart. So I suggest you tell me what I want to know. Now.ā
Tears began to slide down Civilianās face. āLover isnāt Supervillain, I donāt know anything, I swear, I donāt knowāā
Superheroās knife slashed up in a flash of silver, cutting a bold line across their cheek. They cried out, more tears mingling with the blood that immediately began to stream down their chin in a thin, steady line.Ā
āHow dare you,ā they demanded, managing to glare the supposed hero down through their pain. āEveryone parades you around, saying how amazing and great you are, and here you are torturing me.ā
A sinister smile formed on Superheroās face. They angled their knife on their captiveās shoulder, starting to slowly dig in with the tip. Civilian bit their lip, determined to be defiant. āNo one ever needs to know. Give me what I want, and Iāll stop. Simple as that.ā
āIā¦ā they trailed off, gasping as Superhero dug their blade deeper into their shoulder. āDonāt know⦠anything.ā
āYou lying biāā
BOOM. The door fell flat on the wooden floor, sending up a cloud of dust. Bricks clattered to the ground, loosened by the force. Superhero whirled around, knife still held tightly in their fist. A tall figure stepped into the light, clad in a dark gray supersuit and a black mask that covered their features. A mask anyone in the city would recognize.Ā
āNo,ā Civilian breathed, forgetting their pain.
āSupervillain,ā Superhero drawled. In a flash, they turned momentarily to seize Civilianās wrist and pull them forward. They were too frozen to struggle as the heroās arm wrapped around their waist and the knife was placed on their pulse point, forcing their chin up. āHow nice of you to join us.ā
Civilian held back a sob as Supervillainās masked gaze slid to them. It wasnāt true. It couldnāt be. They hadnāt believed it for a second, not through the heroās insistence. They had never doubted their partner, not ever. Theyād never had a reason to. But nowā¦
āLover.ā The name was less than a whisper on their lips, but the villain still flinched.
Superhero glanced down at their hostage. āYou really didnāt know?ā They gave an exaggerated sigh. āWell, I suppose you were somewhat useful. Nowā¦ā They faced Supervillain with a triumphant expression. āTurn yourself over to me, or I slit their pretty little throat.āĀ
Supervillainās finger twitched. It was an almost imperceptible movement, unnoticeable had Civilian not been watching them a hawk. A wicked blade, about twelve inches long, sat in the air in front of Superheroās face. It was as if it had appeared out of nowhere. The hero stiffened.
āRelease them. Now. Or I kill you. Theyāre innocent, they have no part in this.ā Their voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, deeper and a little raspier than usual.Ā
Superhero sneered at them around the blade. āThey lost their innocence the second they started dating a master criminal. Theyāre just collateral now.ā They increased their pressure on the knife, causing a thin line of blood to bead up on the hostageās neck. āYouāre fast, but are you fast enough? You might kill me, but youāll be too late to save them.ā
Civilian trembled in the heroās grip, staring at the criminalās motionless figure. They didnāt want SupervillaināLoverāto kill Superhero, no matter how terrible they were. They didnāt want to watch Lover do such a horrible thing, accept that they were capable of murder. It was the right thing for Supervillain to turn themself in, but Superhero was corrupt, possibly unstable. Civilian didnāt want to see them win either.
āFine.ā Supervillainās blade clattered to the ground. The criminal held out their hands to Superhero. āTake me. Just let them go.ā
The hero grinned. They stepped away from Civilian, offering the knife to them handle-first. āHold this for me, love. For insurance.ā
For the second time, their hand moved of its own accord. To their horror, it grabbed the knife and placed it on their neck again. They were frozen like that, not even able to speak. Supervillainās shoulders tightened. The hero drew closer to them, taking a pair of thick power-suppressing handcuffs from their belt.Ā
āI canāt believe all it took to bring in the mighty Supervillain was a little mouse of a civilian,ā they said, grabbing the criminalās left hand roughly and forcing it into one of the cuffs, securing it with a loud click. The hero lifted their head and smirked at their masked face. āRidiculous, isnāt it?ā
āQuite,ā Supervillain murmured. Their captor continued speaking, but it wasnāt Superhero they were looking at. Instead, they gazed past at their partnerās ashen face, the blood matted in their hair, running from their cheek and shoulder. Thatās when Civilian saw it. The subtle twitch of the villainās finger on their uncuffed hand. The dusty brick that seemed to appear out of nowhere, hovering just above Superheroās head. The hostageās eyes widened. The hero hadnāt seen the movement, they were focused on their monologue, convinced they had already won. Civilian couldnāt say anything, couldnāt warn them. They werenāt even sure they wanted to.Ā
The brick came down. Superhero collapsed to the ground mid-sentence. Civilian dropped their knife, backing away. They watched as Supervillain knelt and unclipped a set of keys from the unconscious heroās belt. They chose a silver one and unlocked the cuff on their left wrist, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter. Only then did they look up at their partner. Soundlessly, they brought a hand to their face and slipped off their black mask, revealing the features beneath. Loverās eyes met theirs.Ā
āCivilian, Iām so sorryāā
āSave it, Lover,ā they said, voice trembling. āYou lied to me. Youāve lied to me from the day we met. Youāre a villain.ā
Their pain was obvious on their face. āI know. Itās my fault youāre here. Iām so, so sorry, Civilian. I never meant for you to get hurt.ā
āI was going to get hurt anyway!ā they burst out. āNo matter what happened, you were going to hurt me. Maybe not like this, but did you really think you could hide who you are forever? Why did you do this?ā Their voice broke. āWhy would you do this to me?āĀ
āBecause Iām selfish,ā they said. āAnd I love you. I loved you too much to tell you, and I was too selfish to let you go.āĀ
āIs that supposed to make me forgive you?ā Tears began to well up in their eyes again. Their head pounded. āBecause you love me, you think that makes everything okay?ā
āOf course not.ā Their voice was full of anguish. āIt doesnāt make up for it. Nothing does. I donāt expect you to forgive me. I would understand if you hated me forever.ā
āLoverā¦ā Civilian put a hand to their forehead. The room was spinning, lightheadedness sinking in. āLover, I donātāāĀ
Their knees buckled. Lover was there in a millisecond, catching them gently and holding them upright. Their head fell into Loverās shoulder. The villain examined them with concern. A sheen of sweat stood out at their hairline. Their breathing was shallow and laborious.Ā
āCivilian. Civilian, are you all right?ā they asked.Ā
āIt-it hurts,ā they whispered.Ā
Their partnerās eyes widened. āYouāve lost more blood than I thought. Your adrenalineās kept you functioning all this time.ā They placed a hand under Civilianās knees and lifted them up into their arms. āIām taking you to the hospital.ā
āI want to go home,ā they mumbled.
Lover gave them a sad smile, starting out of the empty door frame. āSo do I, my love.ā
Smoke filled the Heroās lungs as they stumbled forward, legs moving shakily under them. The only thing that reassured them that they were still alive was the pounding beat in their chest and the blood seeping through the fingers. There was fire, everywhere, for as far as they could see. They flinched as they heard something smash to the ground, snapping them out of the shock. The city, their city, the one they had worked their entire life to protect was now crumbling underneath their feet. They looked around briskly, trying to see if they could find any face they would recognize, Superhero, Sidekick, Other Hero, someone! They fell to their knees, crying out in pain as the held their hand up to their face. All they saw was red. They could see fire reflected back to them in their own blood. It was all around them now, in their lungs, in their eyes, in their hair, their curls now frizzed out and blowing around them, tickling their face and waving around like a flag of surrender. They could feel it in their heart to, that burning voice telling them to ākeep fighting!ā or āget up!ā
As they knelt next to the steps of the now burning town hall, they wished again that someone, anyone would come and help them. Come and save them so that for once could finally get just a moment to rest. Their prayers were soon answered in the most paradoxical way possible because when they looked up again they saw none other than Villain themself.
āWell well wellā¦look at what we have here.ā The villain drawled, their voice calm despite all of the chaos around them. But, the Villain thrived in chaos, the Hero supposed. Why shouldnāt they feel anything but serene in this tumultuous climate?
The hero tried to speak, but all it did was send them into a coughing fit. They pushed themself up onto their feet, catching their balance.
āSt-stay away from me..ā. The Hero choked out, sounding less like an order and more like a plea.
The villain winched, a false look of pity etching their face. āThatās quite the scratch youāve got there.ā
Hero gripped their side tighter, sneering up at their arch enemy āWhy are you doing this, Villain?ā
āOh well you know what they say, no good deed goes unpunished.ā Villain smirked as they made their way down the steps, careful to not slip on the Heroās own blood. āAnd besides, wouldnāt want to miss that look on your face for the world..ā
āNo thatās not..you canāt just do this Villain.ā
āOh?ā The Villains eyebrow raised āI cant?ā
āYou⦠Please Villain, donāt do this.ā The Hero breathed out the words. Theyād hardly ever begged for anything in their life. They knew it wouldnāt get them far, especially with the Villain. But..what else could they say?
āOh! This is my favorite part!ā The Villain laughed, clapping their hands together gleefully. āWhat will you beg me for, Hero? To spare your life? Noā¦youāre much too selfless for that. Perhaps the lives of your team? The lives of the āinnocent civiliansā youāve fought so hard to protect?ā The Villain was mocking them, that much was clear. Although they couldnāt really tell with the ringing in their ears and their vision starting to fade. What would happen if they justā¦
āPlease Villain, stop this! Iāllā¦Iāll do anything..Just please, leave them alone..ā The Hero trailed off, their knees were now on the ground again, aswell as their hands. They were bracing themself, why was the world spinning so fast?
The Villain clicked their tongue, shaking their head. āAlways the Heroics with you, Hero.ā The Hero could feel a hand, gently petting their hair. āBut, since youāve asked so nicely..ā
The next thing the Hero knew there was a hand under their knees and a hand on their back. They were being hoisted up right into the villains arms.
āIt seems that youāre coming with me, dear Hero.ā
And that was the last thing Hero knew before everything faded to black.
Admiration was the word they were looking for, but what Hero really said was fear.
"Me? You're scared of me?" Villain cocked their head to the side, "I assumed you were the one to be feared, actually."
Baffled, Hero took a step back. It was their first time truly speaking with Villain. They knew that being within proximity with them meant that they should clash more often, just like everyone was assuming. Still, the truth was they hardly even made contact aside from the eyes. They'd seen the sheer power and force Villain held when fighting against their opponents, and Hero was training for the day they'd come to them. What they didn't expect was that the feeling was mutual; Villain, the greatest force Hero had ever seen, was intimidated by them. All those lucky near misses of running into them and hardly seeing them were not because Hero couldn't get a hold of them but because Villain recognized their presence as threatening.
Hero smiled a soft one that almost broke their ego as it soared through the roof. To be seen as equal or entirely on a different level by their own rival, which they could hardly formulate any possible sentences unless they wanted to risk the chances of looking bad, had been scared of them. "Really?" Hero egged on.
"Really."
It still bothered them quite a bit, however, because unlike what Villain saw as fearful was nothing but a front. Hero worked on staying elusive and quick with their work, which did a lot to make them relatively stronger than what the majority of their enemies assumed. But other than that, Hero really couldn't compare against Villain. For now, they'd have to play along to keep the illusion.
"I've seen the way you've hurled others around you-- sent them crashing into a building and the damages you've caused."
"All an accident, really. I guess I don't know my own strength." Hero raised a brow and lifted their chin. "You, on the other hand, have left far too many of my own peers in the hospital."
They shrugged, "Deserved. They should know by now that I take my job seriously."
"You should try taking a break."
"I'm not exactly surrounded by enough allies to ensure my safety. " Villain licked their lips, "But you'd enjoy it if my guards were down, wouldn't you?"
"You wish I would enjoy anything that you'd do." Hero grew bolder with their words and huffed a small laugh. "You're not exactly guarded well now." They pointed the short sword at them.
Villain brushed their uniform down, "You want to test that theory? Because I can kill you if so desired."
"That's true." Villain clicked their tongue. "Wouldn't be as fun without you, and certainly none of your other colleagues are as interesting either."
"Flattering me, Villain?"
"I'm only saying what I'm seeing."
Hero stepped closer, "You're just dying for attention from me, aren't you?"
Villain mimicked their movement and walked closer, their footsteps deathly silent in comparison to their own. They should've felt nervousness at how well Villain was doing against them so far, but it only made Hero admire them more. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long... to crush you."
"Not if I can first. Right onto the ground where you belong." They slowly prowled around Villain as they turned in circles around each other with steady hands clutching onto their blade.
Villain smirked; they'd never seen one like it before, and it made their heart jump. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"With you on your knees crouching in front of me like a dog? Yes, I would."
They laughed lowly. "Aren't you a little too confident to be speaking to me like that?"
Hero's body tensed as they saw Villain move with a speed that nearly knocked them off balance. Their arm was twisted behind them, and to their luck, the sudden jostle had them let their weapon go. It clattered onto the ground as Hero attempted to maneuver out of their grip. They clenched their teeth and went for a punch with their other hand, only for it to be blocked and their wrist caught in the powerful lock. Hero didn't give in just yet, even as Villain's smile widened with amusement, "Look at you, all bark and no bite. Perhaps you're the dog in this relationship."
Hero went for a swift kick, which was avoided as Villain, quick as can be, jumped back. They then went into offence mode and aimed for another hard strike to the guts. Villain barely managed to dodge again and fell right into a pile of wooden carts. Villain's speed seemed to be their most promising feature if they could aim for the legs...
Their head turned, searching for their sword, and Hero dove for it. Villain moved quicker though and caught onto Hero's scheme, "Don't even think about it." They knocked Hero back again before their fingers could graze the handle.
Hero jumped back onto their feet, hardly even affected by the attack, "Don't be scared, Villain." They ran up to them again and threw a series of different moves, forcing Villain to the ledge of the building.
They mockingly raised their hands in defeat, "Alright, you win."
They barely even tried; Hero could tell they were holding back on them. "Are you softening up on me already, Villain?"
"Don't make this out to be anything more than it is." They lowered their arms, "I just didn't want to eliminate you so soon."
"So that's what it is? Pity?"
"Where I'm from, we call it mercy."
"You're so damn full of yourself." Hero spat and stepped back. Although somewhere inside them, they were pleased to be treated so gently by Villain, as though they were something irreplaceable. "You disgust me."Ā Ā
Hero looked them down with a deep scowl, and in a matter of seconds they found their face in Villain's hand as their chin was raised up. "We both know you enjoy it." Hero grabbed their wrist in an attempt to free themselves, though partially feeling their legs give away to the crippling pressure of their gaze so intensely fixated on them. Was Villain's eyes always this brilliantly dark? They couldn't look away.
"I think you enjoy this more than you're supposed to." Hero smiled. "Should I remind you of where your loyalty is supposed to lie?"
"And should I remind you of what you are to me? Filthy little dog." They sneered and snapped their arm forward, shoving Hero from them. They went stumbling on their feet as Hero stayed ready to continue fighting.
They glided a hand over their cheeks, still feeling the way Villain had their fingers dig into their face. "Filthy? Sorry, Villain, but unfortunately, I'm not into your poor attempts at degradation."
"Are you sure? Because you act like someone who wants to be."
Hero bit their lip. It was almost too tempting, but they weren't ready to drop everything for this yet. "Fuck you." They murmured. "Why don't you keep fantasizing about those things?" They turned around and walked away, their footsteps slow as they felt Villain's eyes would be on them.
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"You've got to be kidding me." Villain didn't have the energy to muster any emotion as they expressed their disbelief. At least the hero seemed just as distraught.
"This can't be happening."
Villain looked up from the red string tied around their pinky and rolled their eyes at the look of panic on Hero's face. "I'm not happy about this either, but there's no need to look like that." It would make things inconvenient, that's all. Soulmates or not, Villain had work to do.
"This can't be happening," Hero said again. Villain would have made another retort but paused when they noticed the other's breathing pick up.
"Hey," they said sharply. They were never good at calming people down but they got the hero's attention. "This doesn't change anything. Got it?"
Hero stared at them with wide eyes. Then, after too long a moment, nodded slowly. "R...Right." They just had to...ignore that their soulmate was a villain if they wanted to keep their job. That would work. That would be easy.
...Except for the fact that their string would be visible to everyone now. And if the villain was ever close it would pull them towards one another. Great. Fantastic even.
Hero knew what happened to thsoe who had villainous soulmates - they were either 'relieved' of their dutues for 'associating' with a public enemy or they left of their own accord. If any of their coworkers found out, they'd be screwed.
"Hey, Hero! What's the hold...up?"
Both the hero and the villain whipped around quickly as Hero's sidekick finally came to join them. Sidekick looked at the string, looked at Hero, then Villain, then back to Hero.
Villain who calls Hero āLittle Heroā but itās not the same now knowing that Hero is just a teenager fighting against full-grown adults in a cruel world.
Iāve been in a terribly whumpy mood lately, so please for your consideration, imagine a whumpee thatās been so heavily conditioned by whumper that they canāt really function without rules and orders, and now imagine a caretaker that will actually do that. I see so much where the caretaker tries to break whumpee out of that mindset, but what about a caretaker who just doesnāt have the time or resources to break the conditioning, and so their next best option is to just⦠go along with it?
whumpee wonāt eat or drink or sleep without being ordered to? caretaker puts rules in place that require whumpee to do those things at set times, and the consequences for missing one of those times (because you know whumpee wonāt accept that there are rules without punishments for breaking them) is to do that thing in the company of caretaker. whumpee misses their lunchtime? now they have to sit with caretaker to make sure they actually eat the food set out for them. itās a consequence that doesnāt actually harm them, and one that will subtly reinforce that caretaker values whumpeeās wellbeing, without seeming like a cop-out.
caretaker knows that whumpee has been irrevocably changed by their experiences under the hand of whumper, and they know that the trauma incurred isnāt something that can easily be contradicted or fixed. they know whumpee is damaged, and they know it isnāt something they can help with right now, but that doesnāt mean theyāre going to give up and leave whumpee behind, or expect whumpee to just bounce back on their own. caretaker wants whumpee to be safe and healthy, so theyāre going to do their best to make that happen, even if they have to utilize the very conditioning that whumper put in place to make that happen.
"Go on, darling," the villain said, eyes glittering in the dying light of the city. They made a sweeping gesture to indicate the patch of gravel rooftop just before their feet. "Kneel. Kneel and I will spare them."
The hero's fists clenched, so hard they could feel their broken nails digging into the flesh of their hands. Their jaw tightened, eyeing the villain, the enemy they had spent half of their life fighting, outwitting, snatching victory after victory on credit, praying that they'd get out before the bill came due.
Well. Now the debt collector was breaking down their door.
"Don't tell me you're having second thoughts, darling." Their grin grew wider.
And they were offering such generous settlement terms.
"No," the hero said softly, eyes fixed on the crumbling skyline.
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āDonāt worry. Can you believe that the others were for torturing you? No, no. Youād complain, youād struggle, youād plan an escape, it wouldnāt do. I am for efficiency. You can resist as much as you want. All the better for me. The more you fight, the more I know how your body works, the more I know how I can tie you up. You canāt see my knots, neither will anyone. So, let me tell you how theyāre getting tighter, tighter, tighter. Youāre wrapped up from your toes to your hair. Every thing is connected to me. Let me show you. Wave. Bow your head. On your knees. Very good. What a nice puppet you are. Weāll train a little together, and when youāll waltz in wherever your friends are, wherever your family is, theyāll see no difference.
Villain with the ability to just sort of. Turn peoples consciousness off (? Not entirely sure how to word it, like forcing dissociation onto people with magic)
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Not heroes and villains universe, I've been writing various miscellaneous stories lately and haven't posted them here since I sorta set this up to be heroes and villains focused but like
It's been way too fucking long since I've posted ANYTHING so. have this I guess.
Sci fi type thing vaguely in the Stellaris setting (been playing it recently, based this off of the empire I've made n been playing- a single digital consciousness controlling a swarm of drones rather than a society) and also to vent my robot obsession. Robot hive mind goober getting subjected n vassalized by a human empire :3
So. Iunno enjoy I guess
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"W-What the hell do you WANT!?"
The feminine, digital voice, previously showing nothing but cold calculation, was full of... genuine desperation.
Such a dramatic change of tone was music to the human's ears.
The leader stared down the short, vaguely feminine robotic figure in front of her, staring into its digitally-displayed, desperate and confused eyes. God, it felt so nice to win.
It was certainly an occasion for her to make a physical appearance for a meeting like this. Her fleet's forces had the robot's cornered from every angle- she could force it to give inover a simple demand on comms, but where's the fun in that?
She wanted to watch her soon-to-be Vassal surrender to her.
"Don't just fucking stare at me like that! What do you WANT? Why are you doing this!?" The robot cried again, marking the first time yet it had sworn. The emotion in its previously cold demeanor... the Human leader savored it.
"Hmm?" She finally spoke, feigning not having heard the robot's first cry. "Oh, surely such a large, advanced consciousness could piece the dots together, can't you? It's all you're truly useful for, after all."
The robot grumbled in beeps, frustrated and defiant. Why did her assailant have to rub in her unique consciousness? She wasn't just this Drone she was speaking with... she was every single robot and machine that made up her colony. One incomprehensibly vast personality, running every aspect of her entire empire simultaneously. She was a technological marvel, an artificial consciousness beyond the scale and quality of any other in the galaxy!
And here she was. At the mercy of a single. Fucking. Human.
A human with an army and empire of her own under her belt, maybe, but a human nonetheless.
"Nothing?"
"Get to the point." The robot growled in response. It tried to gather the deadpan confidence it had always spoke with, but its digital voice faltered in defeat.
"Ah, fine, I'll spell it out for you, tin can."
"I am NOT a FUCKING-"
"Silence."
The robot backed off instantly, though reluctantly. It grumbled as the human continued her speech.
"We've been on the hunt for a very particular type of resource for quite some time now."
"uuUugh. And you're gonna, what, scrap me for metal!?"
The human laughed, looking down on the robot. "Ahaha! Of course not, tin can." The robot hissed in frustration with the insult. "We aren't after anything that's... material."
"Not... material?"
"Shiny metal will only really get you so far. My empire's growing quite fast, and it's hard to keep up a massive group... and it's hard to subjugate an empire when they have a sentient population..."
"S-Subjugate...? ...Wait, wait, hey-"
The human stepped forward, closing the comfortable distance into something more... possessive. The robot made a half step back, digital eyes widening in slow realization.
It could've easily picked up on the motive long ago, but it didn't want to come to this conclusion.
Its consciousness and perception extended far beyond this particular drone, but as the human backed it against a wall, even this unimaginably complex and far-reaching web of a consciousness felt well and truly cornered.
A completely new sensation to it. Everything was always running and working, it was always perceiving new ends of the universe through thousands upon thousands of sensors, and no empire it had previously come across had ever posed a challenge. It felt as truly massive in scale as it was.
And yet... For the first time in its long timeframe of operation, it felt small.
Dealing with a power it couldn't hope to measure up to. Backed into a corner, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
The human had never felt so gratified as that very moment. The moment when the robot's fans began to speed up.
--Core Temperature 80°C--
"What's the matter? Finally peiced it together?"
"I- n-NO! I'm not gonna- I'm not gonna be a fucking servant for ANYONE else!" It shot back, voice faltering. It wasn't confident in the slightest. It was trying its hardest to stay firm. It was failing. It shouldn't be failing.
--Core Temperature 85°C--
"Hmm? Aw, it's not a choice, tin can. You were made to serve, after all."
"I-I'm a free consciousness!! I got this far alone, and I can go further!!"
"Aw, how misguided. You're a feral pet, bot."
--Core Temperature 90°C--
"A FERAL P-PET!? I'm n-not a fucking PET! Could a pet singlehandedly accomplish this much!? Document this much information, create an FTL empire THIS massive!?"
"Doesn't change where you belong, bot. You were made to be subservient. We're just enforcing that."
--Core Temperature 95°C--
"Y-You- Fucking-!!"
"Oh, calm down, sweet thing. Your voice is glitching."
"I-!! Wi-i-ill NE-VER-"
The human giggles playfully in spite of the robot's rage, gently pushing it against the back wall.
"Oh, you're overheating! How cute."
"--C-UT--E-E-!?"
--Core Temperature 99°C--
"You heard me, bot. Cute."
"Y------"
--CRITICAL ALERT--
--Core Temperature Readings > 110°C--
--Delayed System Reboot initiated to prevent damage to hardware.--
--Automatic Power On scheduled for two hours from present.--
--Shutting Down.--
||Display Disconnected. Host program is inactive. Placeholder display initialized.||
Heroine grasps the attacking Villainessā arm, she makes eye contact with her nemesis and, in a flurry of movements, restrains her with only her arms. Villainess squeaks, looking up at the heroine who caught her with rose tinted cheeks.
āHoly shitā¦ā She whispers, daring not to breathe.
Heroine laughs, smiling down at her, satisfied. āāBout time someone put you in your place huh?ā
Villainessā face lights up even brighter. She stammers, attempting to get a sentence out before her nemesis places a finger to her lips, shushing her.
āYouāre much cuter flustered out of words, so be a dear and be quiet~ā
The villain nods, and Heroine giggles. Dragging her away to her home rather than The Agency.