NOT A SIDEKICK!

VICTOR VALE — was a man that always had something MISSING. Perhaps there was a flipped switch in his head , a vital piece in his heart skewed , but it never stopped him from taking things APART and putting it back together in a way he liked better. His story starts with his own DEATH and ends with REVENGE. A succession of clever plans, hatred, and a need to DESTROY. VILLAIN , they call him , but it was a title he found he wore quite nicely.  

VICTOR VALE from VICIOUS. multi , oc , & double friendly. re-established from 2019. by arph

VICTOR VALE knew when he was being watched. It was not something he was opposed to per say , after all he thrived under a certain type attention  — but what he loathed was when the gaze made him out to be some sort of prey. He would not be under the mercy of anyone ; not a hired killer or a someone  with a grudge. 

He would bide his time , there was no rush. Sooner or later he’d drive them out of hiding. For now , well the 24 HOURS DINER sign was calling his name  — there was little breakfast at midnight couldn’t solve. Coffee and waffles acquired he stares out of the large glass paned windows scanning the skyline and shadows to see if he could spot his assailant. He could feel them somewhere, their nerve endings like a hum of electricity a distance away.

Ah, institutional buildings of learning ; how he hates them. Why Mitch insists that Sydney ought to go some sort of schooling with people her own age was a mystery. Dol was right there for companionship and Victor held firm in his opinion that he was a fucking delight. He could teach her anything she needed to know.

He hands Sydney her bookbag , instinctively checking to make sure her lunch box was attached as well. “If you get tired of this , call my number and I’ll pick you up from the back door and we won’t ever have to do this again.” He’s about to release her to the swarm of other germ infested children , and make a break for it before he can be associated with the group of teary-eyed parents when suddenly he realizes there’s a lot more he has to say.

“ Remember , you’re smarter than all your instructors , but most people don’t take kindly to being reminded. I’ll leave that up to you to decide if you care or not. I put a pocket knife in your lunch bag , use it if you need it. ” ( and no he was not talking about slicing apples. ) 

There’s someone following him — and they’re a goddamn expert because he can’t hear them , and he can’t see them. The only way he knows is when he reaches out , he can feel every nerve ending around him like flicks of electricity , and the same damn pulse has been beating near him for a few days.

He can’t go back to his main hideout , not with a potential scout on his tail. So instead , down the busy street he walks , secure in the fact that at the very least  the bustling night life of the city would deter his shadow from doing anything drastic for the time being . He makes a sharp turn towards a nearby nightclub , the neon lights flashing through the shaded windows , and the low beat of the music shaking the atmosphere. 

Pass the gyrating bodies and smell of cannabis smoke , Victor heads to the bar eager to wash down some alcohol for the oncoming headache. Subtly giving one of the patrons a severe stomachache they leap up, running towards the seedy restroom, vacating their spot immediately. One seat acquired , Victor sits , not bothering to hide the fact that his eyes were scanning the crowd for anyone out of place. Dance , fucker , dance   — he thinks with amusement wondering if somewhere his supposed to-be killer was being force to dance across the floor.

VICTOR VALE does not have performance issues. He had Death chasing him in circles for several years ( and counting ) , brought powerful men to their knees , and spent weeks directing his companions to hack high grade systems to get information on this so called super soldier. He had not done all that and more to stand like an idiot in the middle of a quiet park on a Monday evening. Between the swings and jungle gym , he finds he can only stare at his target , shifting uncomfortably thinking about his next course of action. It was supposed to be easy — blast the man with a dose of intense pain until he lost consciousness , and shove him the trunk of his van. Kidnapping 101 , if he could say so himself.

Knuckles going white as he digs his nails into his own palms , he raises and drops his own pain receptors on the off chance that he has himself to blame. No problems there. So why the hell was this guy just ... there — no hints of pain or agony.

There’s no way for him to retreat now , not without looking suspicious. Victor can feel his control of the situation slipping like gossamer threads through his fingertips. It is only the static on his earpiece and the message of backup tracking him from a safe house that jolts him out of his thoughts. ‘GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS APPROACHING.’ Whether they’re here for their runaway soldier or a certain pain inducing villain is yet to be known. It’s a risk , Victor knows , but he will do what he does best  — every step he takes toward the ex-soldier feels like grasping tightly at those strings of control. 

Raising ever so slightly on the tip of his toes , to close the three inch gap between himself and the super solider , Victor whispers ( and he knows he can be heard , at least if the records are to be believed. ) — “ Those guys have been following you.” ( a half truth ) 

This presumed innocence was not a new thing on men’s faces. For all she saw and knew, they all acted like lovely people until proven otherwise when she least expected.

Lisbeth shifted in agitation as he spoke, the water splattering and damping her boots and she couldn’t care less if it wasn’t for that damn hole and they were taking water. Her feet starting to get cold and not that she’d complain out loud but really, she didn’t like being cold.

“Well I don’t know about you, pall but I’m not standing here like an idiot.” She stopped and looked at him. Until this moment he didn’t show signs of hitting on her or being a libidinal slob. Her eyes were scanning him, scrutinizingly so and very cruel in their stare before she tore her chilling stare away and over to the entrance door at the nearest Cafe.

“You can make more conversation in there. I need coffee.” her hand grasped at the front of his coat and without looking, she pulled him after her, walking with her head ducked alongside the wall and over to the Cafe.

How utterly bold , but he doesn’t object , allowing himself to be pulled by the front of his coat. Though he despised the touch of strangers he could make an exception , as a homage to her gutsiness and more importantly relieving his boredom.

He half expected her to attack him instead with that agitated look. His abilities vibrate beneath his skin, ready for attack before he suppresses it when he realizes there’s no immediate danger. The invitation causes him to raise his brow , it was quite the opposite of the outcome he predicted. It wouldn’t have surprised him if he was the source of her irritation. These days , he found he often had that effect on a lot of people. How pleasant that it was the biting cold for once.

The bell upon the door rings as the door opens , and he soaks up the warmth of the cafe. Smells of coffee beans and delightful baked goods fill the air , so different than the heavy and humid scents of the outdoors. “ Coffee — ? I like the sound of that. I drink so much of it , it might as well replace my blood by now. ”

Rules: Tag 15 people who you want to get to know better!

Tagging: i’ve got no one else .. weeps 

Relationship Status: happily single !!!

Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

Three favourite foods: uhhh eggplants , eggs , noodles

Song stuck in my head: calling for rain from ffxv

Last Movie I watched: Saw the nun in theaters !

Top 3 TV shows: I don’t have many anymore ?? I use to watch a lot of the popular ones but not anymore

Book I am currently reading: The Graveyard book & soon to be reading vengeful the second book from the series Victor is from !!

Last thing I googled: entry level jobs ... weeps

Time: 11:06 AM

Dream Trip: Universal Studios in Japan

It was certainly unexpected– to get a reply, that is. Liz was vaguely aware of whoever was around her in the narrow space the building provided, sheltered from the pouring rain when she complained to no one in particular. It was even more unexpectant that she was not met with the usual glare that people had for her and, as they considered, her appearance of a bizarre nature. Still, she didn’t make anything of it when she continued in her gloomy but harshly dismissive way.

“I never said I have something against it.” she snarled and a moment later sighed internally but didn’t let it show. “I’m busy and what’s it to you, anyway?” Liz asked skeptically as she shifted the backpack off of one shoulder and hugged it against her front. It was a defense, an unconscious one but she could never be too careful so bothering to change that was not a priority when it helped to keep people at a distance.

He cannot help but to give a quiet laughter , hands held up  — “ Okay , okay. Don’t bite my head off , I’m rather fond of where it is at the moment. ” It’s been quite some time since anyone talked to him with a snarl on their face and skepticism laced in their voice. He can’t tell if it’s refreshing , or if before long it’ll begin to grate on his nerves. For now however , he’s rather content in his chanced companion. He regards her with a sideways glance. Utterly closed off , with a hint of mystery. Victor liked interesting things, more so when they could walk and talk.