It was hard to control yourself; every time Higgs graced your vision, something about him just drew you to inspiration. During meetings for field missions, even on such operations, or simply any time he passed you by, you’d find yourself holding your breath. Anticipation would make fingers restless until they could grasp their usual pencil and paper; such beauty deserved to be documented.

Hunching over in your tent, you used your knees to prop up your sketchbook. Higgs had looked extra riveting today; sharp eyeliner and a split bottom lip from a won fight made him appear alluring and dangerous. You loved it.

Using the tip of your ring finger to smudge the graphite, you worked on the shadows in his hair. A smile spread over your face just like his in the drawing. You paused for a moment, and briefly thumbed through the other drawings in the book; all of Higgs.

Oh, how would he react if he saw this? Embarrassment already began to suffocate you at the thought, No, he won’t ever find this. I always make sure to keep it well hidden. You shook the awkwardness you felt away and continued drawing the man that had wholeheartedly captivated you.

The next morning came with alarms. MULES were encroaching on the camp, and frenzied soldiers exploded into motion. You were no different. Launching out of your bed, you threw on your boots and grabbed your rifle. Joining in the sea of bodies ready for the fight, the thought that plagued your mind the night before all but slipped from your head entirely.

Your sketchbook lay next to your pillow, forgotten in your sleep and open in your carelessness. An oversight.

–

Higgs made his way through camp. He was pleased to see the problem being taken care of without hesitation. With a casual step, he lurked through tents, making sure there were no stragglers deserving of his ire.

Gunfire and screams filled his ears. The crunch of gravel accompanied his footfalls, and warm sunlight kissed his face. A good day.

Your tent came into view, its flaps thrown open haphazardly during your flight. Stalwart today. Good. He peeked his head in, and the smile he wore only grew. Now just what is that? Walking over to your cot, his eyes went wide at seeing his own face greet him back.

Well shit, he thought to himself, not half bad. Picking up the sketchbook, he began to flip through the rest of its obsessive pages. Tattooed eyebrows raised as mischievousness filled his heart.

A very good day.

–

You returned covered in blood. The corpse disposal team worked on gathering all of the dead for Higgs to discard with his DOOMS. You were grateful you were not a part of that team today. The fight took a lot out of you, and you were ready to get cleaned up and catch your breath. Making corpses was one thing, but to carry them? A shiver floated down your spine.

Sighing, you raised your hand and pulled back the flap of your tent. Very quickly you regretted all of that ignorant gratitude; today would’ve been a good day to be on the CDT after all. Higgs sat on your cot, turning the pages of your sketchbook with a slowness that meant one of two things; he was mad, or he was not. A lump formed in your throat.

Unsettling eyes met yours. Higgs’ lips formed a smirk before speaking, “Gotta say, this is really flatterin’.”

Okay… not mad?

“But, how much time ya spend on this shit? This why you were late to yesterday’s morning drills?”

Shit, okay. Mad.

“I um,” you stuttered, trying to find the right words to get you out of danger and to alleviate your embarrassment.

“Yes or no.”

“Y-yes.” Fuck fuck fuck.

“Right,” Higgs nodded his head as he placed the book down. “Come with me,” he rose, and walked past you out of the tent. The faint smell of a cologne almost worn off entered your nose; musky and faintly sweet. Green apples?

You tried to focus on anything but your heartbeat thundering in your chest. In the past, the Demens had been witness to many punishments on underperforming soldiers. Was Higgs going to discipline you in a similar fashion? If his mood was bad enough from the MULES… would it be worse than what you had seen? Your knees shook as you followed the man to his own tent. Surely not, you hoped, though not knowing for certain made the trembling strengthen.

“Close it,” he barked at you after entering, waving a hand to the entrance.

Doing as he asked, you noticed your hands shaking as well. A deep inhale through your nose failed to stop their motion. You turned, and confusion grew when you saw Higgs pull something out from the back of the space.

A mirror; about a foot tall, cracked in one corner and dusty. Higgs walked over with the piece of glass and propped it up on his desk, with you continuing to stare in perplexity.

Okay…? Where was this going?

“While I’m not happy you’ve been distracted, I suppose I can let it slip if,” he emphasized the last word and let it hang between you.

“If what, sir?” You shifted your weight between your feet.

“Hm…” Higgs stood still for a moment, lost in thought. Then, “How good is your memory?”

“Pretty good,” your confused voice replied.

“Alright,” he nodded slowly, “if you draw something specifically for me, I’ll be willing to look past your little fuck up.”

Well, alright. That’s not a big deal. I can do that. A map, maybe? Not in my area of expertise but… I can work with it. Breathing started to become a little easier. “Certainly, sir.”

“Oh? You don’t even know what I want yet.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll do it,” you said the words before fully considering them.

“Excellent,” Higgs smiled a devilish grin and approached you. “Take off your clothes.”

You froze, mind unable to comprehend what he just ordered of you. Then, slowly, like dew beading in the morning sun, your lips allowed a single word to form, “W-why?”

“You’re going to be the subject, dear,” he nodded his head to the forgotten mirror. “I’m goin’ to help ya get the position I want.” A pause. “Expression, too.” A wink.

Sweat began to bead on your forehead as endless thoughts flooded your mind. He’s going to pose me? But, what does he mean exactly by expression? Shouldn’t I have my stuff? And most jarring of all, I’m going to be naked?

Higgs began to take off some of his more bulky gear, remaining comfortable in just his clothes. He eyed you, “Don’t have it figured out yet, do ya?” Delight appeared on his face while watching your silent struggle. “If ya want; I can figure out a punishment instead? I’m feelin’ generous after all.”

No. No way. Punishments involved losing a finger to losing your life. Yours would likely be the former, now considering, but Higgs was unpredictable like that.

“No sir,” you shook your head. “But wouldn’t it be better if I get my supplies?”

“Nah. Want ya fully present for this,” he replied. “Didn’t lie to me now about your memory, did ya?”

You shook your head no again.

“Good,” he closed the distance between the two of you. “Truth is, ain’t a lot of good erotica these days.” An exaggerated sigh fell from his lips as you perked up over the subject, “Was hopin’ you could change that for me. With my help of course.”

Realization finally hit you as you noticed the bulge in Higgs’ pants. A lump reformed in your throat, but not one born of nerves. Your infatuation with the man went far deeper than the drawings you had created of him; you desired him. And judging by how the man now stared you down, stripping your clothes himself with his mind, you saw that he wanted the same.

“I–we can do that,” your head nodded for a change, accepting the truth of it all and offering yourself to him, “yes.”

White teeth flashed a predatory smile, as Higgs grabbed you and placed you in front of the mirror. “Go on then,” he urged, as he moved behind you, eyes watching you in the reflection.

You inhaled, and shaky fingers started peeling your shirt off. Blood still stained you, the smell of death and terror lingering on your skin; Higgs getting drunk on just that scent alone. The article of clothing was tossed to the side. Warm air greeted your exposed flesh, causing you to shiver despite it.

Higgs behind you breathed heavily, growing impatient as his hands moved around your waist. He unlatched your belt, and dragged your pants and underwear both down. You held your breath, embarrassed to be fully exposed, but the way the man leered at you, confidence soon flooded your system.

He was mesmerized.

“Shit,” he whispered into your ear as he stood up straight. A squeeze of your hips grounded him, and he couldn’t help but lean forward and drag his tongue across your cheek. “Lean down.”

Placing your hands onto the desk with zero hesitation, you watched the man in the mirror as he shifted behind you. Hands briefly left you as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his already hard dick.

He ran the tip against your folds, dripping wet with your slick. This earned a smile from the sadistic man as he continued his motions. A moan left your lips.

Letting go of his cock, he shoved a finger into your cunt. He pumped its length into you without an ounce of patience. You felt so full, your mind spinning from how quickly the morning had just devolved. Higgs was of a similar mind; the man daydreamed about fucking you endlessly, and he needed to sink into you, to feel you. Stretching you with another digit, he breathed heavily hoping it would be enough. Your whines seemed to tell him so.

Fuck the foreplay.

Pulling the soaked fingers from you, he offered you a single kindness, “Think ya can handle me?” He smacked his cock against your ass spread so deliciously for him.

“Yes!” You yelped immediately, and without any dignity. Feeling your cunt cinch around nothing, your mind was spiraling further away.

And that was all he needed. Higgs placed the tip of his dick against your entrance, not hesitating for a moment, and shoved himself in. The man was needy, and greed fueled him as he continued to push deeper into you. This earned a whine from you; the stretch from his girth far more than his fingers. Your jaw went slack from its delicious burn. 

Hanging your head, you squeezed your eyes shut as you focused on him. Higgs didn’t stop until he bottomed out. Your body protested against his size, but relaxing as best as you could, it started to melt around him.

“Fu-uck,” he groaned, stilling for just a moment, relishing in the way your walls hugged him so tight.

Your fingers curled on the desk, eyes still shut as you felt him twitch inside of you. A moment passed. Two. Then, fingers snaked into your hair, snapping your head back violently. Your body stood upright, flush against his.

“Watch,” Higgs snarled as his other arm wrapped around your torso, locking you in place. The hand holding your hair dropped, landing on your hip.

“Y-yes, sir,” your weak voice responded.

The man began to pound into you with the frenzy of an animal. Your cunt squelched, filling the tent with the sounds and smell of sex. Moans fell from your lips, your body still not fully accustomed to his size. You couldn’t find yourself able to care.

“God,” Higgs growled right in your ear, “takin’ me so damn well. Make sure ya get a good look, yeah?”

Whimpers were all that you could offer him in response. Then, your eyes fell obediently to the mirror; Higgs’ own were on you through the glass, watching your body bounce with each of his thrusts. Your face was flushed, tears brimming in your eyes. Sweat coated Higgs’ brow. His mouth was open, forming an ‘O’ as his tattooed eyebrows furrowed.

Your legs were starting to feel like jelly. His cock was slicing through you, hitting all the right spots, making your mind numb and stupid. Placing a hand over his arm that held you, you attempted to hold on to reality.

Sear this into your head, you told yourself. Remember every detail, he wants this drawn after all. The filthy thought turned you on further as you memorized it all.

He was grunting now, low and breathy. Skin smacked skin; another sound added to the song of your combined desire.

Higgs’ other hand moved from your hip and ghosted over the front of your cunt. Jamming his middle finger into your clit, you couldn’t contain the shout that came from deep inside of you. Pleasure rocked your body, convulsing under his touch and thrusts.

“Oh shit,” Higgs praised, “Yeah, let me know how good ya feel.” His finger continued to press harsh circles into the sensitive flesh, forcing the tears to spill from your eyes.

You moaned, cried, and whimpered; all for Higgs. He could feel himself getting close, just like you. His movements were growing messy, and the vision he was greeted with only amplified his impending end.

You were goddamned enthralling. The way your body arched into his, locked perfectly into place with him, the way your cheeks took on a warmer tone, the way you wouldn’t otherwise be able to remain upright if it weren’t for his hold. The way you looked at him.

He was going to cum.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” he snapped at you, his balls starting to clench.

You moaned, his touch becoming rough and unforgiving, “I’m sorry, Higgs! I’m sorry I, ah!” Your body jerked as he smacked your pussy. “I’m sorry I messed up. Forgive me! Please!”

It was downright pathetic. Higgs loved that he could do that to you. He forgave you. Hell, he wasn’t actually mad in the first place. But an excuse to get inside of you? Fuck, yeah, he was going to play that up. The man was surprised his half thought out ploy even worked in the first place.

He picked up speed with his assault on your sensitive clit. Feeling your insides grasp onto him tighter was almost enough.

Close. Both of us. Right there. Goddamn.

Leaning forward, his lips snatched yours. The kiss was far from sweet, or even good; his own mind entirely fucked out. You kissed him with as much passion back anyway, the angle straining your neck the smallest amount.

The knot within you snapped first; its warmth engulfing your body and a fog filling your brain. Waves of pleasure coursed through your being as you moaned into Higgs’ hot mouth. You could feel his lips smile into yours, his stubble wet from sweat. The finger toying with your clit didn’t stop as the man was lost in his own daze. It hurt so good.

His orgasm came next. He came hard inside of you, ropes of thick, hot, sticky cum painting your insides white. Consequences be damned, you felt too amazing for him to pull out. He kept fucking you through his high, making his body overly sensitive in the process. Higgs pulled away, taking in the wrecked sight of you. You did the same with him.

Everything next happened so fast. The man pushed you off of his cock, and you had to catch yourself on his desk. He moved away without another word, and you took the hint. Collecting yourself, you left his tent with his cum still dribbling out of you, staining your underwear. It felt bad, but you tried to not let it get you down. Higgs was Higgs. He took, he indulged, he left, and you had a job to do after all.

That night you got to work. Whilst not lying about your memory, that specific one would likely never leave your mind. You, however, wished to work while it was still most fresh. The crotch of your underwear soon became ruined all over again as you replayed the filth that got you there in your head.

I can’t believe that actually happened, your dampened mood lifted a little at the thought. After wanting him for so long… he just… You couldn’t help but smile in spite of his treatment afterwards. The fact he wants this artwork, too. Your smile widened.

The entire night was spent awake until you finished your work; a perfect replica of your lust. You felt that embarrassment return as you worked your way through camp in the morning, trying to keep the image hidden. Yet, when you offered it to Higgs, delight filled you with the way his eyes lit up upon seeing your efforts.

“Good work,” were the only words he offered, and sent you on your way.

That bad feeling came back; you had hoped for a little more from him since he wanted the piece in the first place. Maybe an offer to do it again? To give you the opportunity to create more? But you shook the greedy notion from your head. Probably not. Likely just a show of power. Control. But… You didn’t want to face the part of yourself that enjoyed that idea.

Higgs, however, couldn’t muster any other words at the time. Your work was better than just ‘good’, it was gorgeous, filthy, and exact; it made him rock fucking hard.

While you wallowed in your emotions, Higgs fisted his cock in the privacy of his tent. His eyes were unable to leave your graphite ones as he fucked his hand like it was your sweet cunt. His lips contorted in a sick grin as he recalled the memory you had spent all night reliving.

Tall, lean, long brown hair, blue eyes, bay mustang. There was no picture provided with the bounty, so you read over the specifics until they were seared into your mind. The last detail, however, made all others superfluous.

Forehead tattoos.

You knew nor heard of no other man with such. The mark would be easy to recognize for it, sure, but capture was a whole other ball game.

Higgs was a known name in the west, mongering fear and death wherever he and his gang wound up. The Demens, they called themselves. Small towns weren’t safe, lone travelers even less so. Such a reign of terror continuously failed to meet its end by the hand of many, now-dead, detectives, bounty hunters and rangers. You had no desire to join that bootless list.

There weren’t many left willing to take the bounty. A one way road to hell, it had been dubbed. Crumbling the paper into your pocket, you clicked your tongue followed by a squeeze from your legs. Your large quarter horse sprung into action, setting a comfortable trot under the midday sun.

Middle Town; it was a beautiful place to live, if you were privileged enough. Now, it was nothing but ash. Higgs had seen to that.

The sour smell of smoke and death made a comfortable home within your nose. As you worked your way through the ruined town, you couldn’t help but slow down, taking it all in. Higgs and his band of only 20 men managed all that carnage in less than a day. There were no survivors; there was no trail to follow. You continued onward with potential failure dampening your heart.

Your blood was soon invigorated however, when at last a blessing shined upon you. A woman, only addressing herself as Fragile, flagged you down when you passed through the next settlement.

“You a ranger?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you nodded your head to her.

“That Higgs,” she sneered, “came through here just last night.”

“And? Where’d he run off to, miss?”

“Just down south. There’s a river. His goons aren’t with him; think they might be back at Middle Town. Pillaging what’s left, likely.”

“So it’s just Higgs here?”

“That’s right. One man, but a very dangerous one at that. Our people aren’t safe. All day he’s been stealin’ our food, drinkin’ our ale and pushing himself on our women. Hell, the men too.”

“Don’t worry,” you tipped your hat to her, “I’m here to take him down.”

“Just you?”

“Just me.”

“Oh God help us all,” she muttered, shaking her head as she walked back into her courier shop.

Riding your horse deeper into town, a plan began to form in your mind when a saloon came into view. A smile spread across your face. Higgs was a maniac, but unluckily for him, so were you.

The rest of the day was spent watching the criminal from a distance. He harassed anyone that came too close, and it took everything in you to not march down to the riverbank and unload every bullet you had.

Patience, you told yourself.

Night came at last, and he reentered the town, walking the streets like he owned them. In a way, he kind of did.

Not for long.

Men like Higgs indulged, and tonight would be no different it seemed. Just as you’d hoped. You tied your horse to the hitching post just outside of the saloon. The large building was alive with the drunken rambling of men who tried to ignore the snake in their midst. You walked through the warm, crowded space and caught the eyes of a few locals. Fear was already spreading, and surely the bandit was getting drunk on not just his liquor, but by what he often sowed wherever he and his men went.

Your eyes tried, and failed, to find him in the crowd.

“Whiskey,” you muttered to the barkeep, leaning on the counter.

He nodded to you, following orders as if you were with the man scaring away his regulars. Sliding the glass to you, he jumped when a drunk threw a bottle at the wall behind him. You looked over your shoulder, locking eyes with the culprit, while missing the even greater danger that sunk down into the stool next to you.

“Ain’tcha easy on the eyes,” a voice drawled, bringing your attention back to your left.

Your breath caught. Tattoos decorated the man’s forehead. They were half-obscured by his black, cattleman styled hat, but they were there nonetheless.

You shifted, putting on an act that made you feel sick, and leaned into the man’s personal space, “Could say the same for you.”

“Well now,” a dangerous smirk tugged at his lips, “perhaps somethin’ should be done about that, huh?”

Had he really just made it that easy? You thought you’d have to spend more time getting him drunk, stupid and horny, but it looked like he had done that well enough himself.

“Perhaps so,” you purred, making a show of looking from his eyes down to his lips.

His gaze copied yours. You hated to admit it to yourself, but the man was actually pretty damn handsome.

Rising suddenly, he took your wrist in his hand. A spark of fear ignited in you, for if it wasn’t you, it would’ve been someone else. Someone innocent.

Time to put an end to it.

You stalked out of the saloon with the criminal, and he dragged you towards his famous mustang. Upon looking at you, the sharp-eyed beast grew restless. Higgs couldn’t see through you, but the mare definitely could.

“Calm down girl,” he ran his hand along the horse’s thick neck as he untied her. “Attagirl, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay…” The wild beast stilled, but continued to eye you wearily. “Ya got one?”

You approached your black stallion, untying him. Higgs whistled.

“Big one,” he nodded, “handsome.”

“Old,” you shook your head, stepping into the stirrup, and throwing yourself over.

“Sometimes that’s better. Seasoned, good endurance, knows the ropes.”

Your eyes caught his own for a brief moment. “Suppose so, but much slower,” you smiled, attempting to ease whatever tension you felt rising.

“Bah,” Higgs waved his hand, jumping into his own saddle. “Let’s put that to the test then. Looks strong enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“A race,” he winked. The moon had risen in the sky, and the light that sparkled in his eye should’ve comforted.

It didn’t.

Appease him, let him drop his guard further; get him away from the townsfolk. This was actually perfect for you, “Alright. Where to?”

White teeth flashed, and he kicked his spurs hard into his mare. She whinnied and her hooves pounded the earth as he turned her, running off east. A cloud of dust rose in the frenzy.

Panicked, you kicked your horse similarly and chased after the man. His mustang was fast, but your older horse didn’t disappoint. His well-trained stamina allowed him to keep a pace just behind the quicker, younger animal.

Higgs turned and looked back at you, and the wildness in his eyes told you one thing. You had made a mistake.

“All you rangers think you’re so fuckin’ slick,” he laughed, pulling his revolver from its holster.

The gun aimed at your face, and you yanked your reins hard enough just in time to avoid the death sentence. Its shot also failed to startle your stallion, allowing you to whip your own gun from its holster. Aiming, your arm remained steady despite the uneven terrain.

BANG.

Higgs grunted as blood spurted from his shoulder. He gritted his teeth, and kicked his horse again. Her hooves battered the earth with more intensity, kicking up all sorts of debris. Leaning forward, he pressed his body close to the animal, and looked over his shoulder again with panicked eyes.

His gun poked out from under his left arm. It aimed, and you saw it all too late. Your horse stumbled, and you were thrown from the saddle. Hitting the ground with all of your weight, the wind got knocked out of you. Laying flat on your back you tried to pull in air, with all attempts ending in failure.

Your stallion ran off, blood seeping from his chest. Trying not to cloud your mind with worry for the animal, you lifted your weapon at the approaching man.

“Drop it,” Higgs snarled, aiming his revolver at you from atop his horse.

At last, air flooded your poor lungs. You gasped, and furrowed your eyebrows. Aiming, you shot the ground near the mustang’s feet.

The young mare bucked, startled. Higgs was thrown from his horse in a similar fashion to you, and you used the opportunity to get to your feet. Dancing out of the way of the raging creature, you searched for the man amidst the dust.

A shot rang out, and pain exploded at your side. You ran, seeking cover behind a large rock. Reaching a hand down to your bleeding hip, you were relieved to find it was just a graze.

The mustang ran off, terror urging her away from the gunfight.

“Ya know,” Higgs yelled out, “when I saw ya ride into town all high and mighty like, I knew what you were. Considered takin’ ya out right then and there.” He tsked, “But I figured let’s have some fun. Just you and me. A dance.”

He knew, and yet he still allowed the two of you to go off alone? The man was more unhinged than you were originally led to believe.

“Why?” you called out, confused as to what his reasoning could be, if there was any at all.

“Didn’t say what kinda dance,” he drawled, his voice going lower.

Your jaw clenched. Raising yourself, you aimed your gun towards his voice. Squeezing the trigger just as your eyes caught him, you knew you weren't fast enough. He jumped out of the way, and returned fire.

The exchange continued until the two of you ran out of bullets. Your breathing was getting heavy, the pain in your side dulling your senses. You allowed the thought to comfort you, for it was likely true for Higgs as well.

Footsteps pounded the ground, and you shot up. Higgs ran at you like an animal, blood soaking the left sleeve of his jacket. Throwing yourself to the side, you were able to avoid his grasp. He spun, and caught your fist with his jaw.

His eyes went unfocused, and you moved in to throw another punch. Managing to collect himself in time, Higgs kicked out his leg and forced you to stumble. His own fist made contact with your stomach, and you felt bile rise in your throat.

Grabbing your hair, he pushed you to the ground. Landing on your chest, you put your hands on the dirt in an attempt to rise. He pressed a knee into your back before you could.

“Looks like I won this one,” he cooed, vicious eyes taking in your defeat.

Not quite. You whistled, and hoped to any and every god out there that you were correct.

A drumbeat sounded, and Higgs raised his head. Your stallion came bounding back to you, the bullet wound in his chest only a graze, matching your hip. Relief washed over you.

Higgs’ eyes went wide, and he jumped up. You moved with him, unsteady feet planting themselves on the ground. The horse came rushing to your side and reared, snarling angry breaths from his snout. Landing back down on the ground, he stomped at the criminal’s boots.

“You’ll be coming with me,” you spat a wad of blood to the dirt, pulling a secondary gun from the horse’s saddlebag.

Higgs looked towards the distant town where he left any insurance he had with the innocent lives, all for an egotistical play in testing his luck. He looked back at you.

“Well shit,” he smiled, blood coating his teeth.

–

Higgs would not shut the hell up. After hogtying the man and throwing him over the back of your horse, he decided it was going to be everyone’s problem. Singing, shouting, even moaning as loud as he could, all to get a rise out of you. For the first hour you endured. The second, not so much.

“Shut the hell up!”

“O bury me not on the lone prairie,” he sang, voice annoyingly beautiful. It was the fourth time he sang the famous ballad, and you were at your wits end.

“Stop!”

“These words came low and mournfully,” the song did not stop, despite your protest and elbowing the man in the face. “From the pallid lips–”

Higgs’ voice finally ceased, biting his tongue as you jerked your horse to a sudden stop. The two of you had been managing okay after you dressed the animal’s wound, then your own. You let Higgs continue to bleed, however, and with his subsequent torture on your ears, you were glad for it.

Jumping from the stallion, you moved towards your saddlebag that Higgs partially laid on. You pulled out another rope, and lifted it to his mouth.

“Aw c’mon,” he drawled, “ain’t no fun in that.”

“This shouldn’t be fun at all.”

“Was earlier.”

“That, especially, was not.”

Higgs sighed, staring at you, “Ya always this much of a killjoy?”

“It’s quite literally my job.”

He barked out a laugh and for some godforsaken reason, it caused your stomach to flutter in response. “I’m going to gag you now.”

“Wait,” Higgs perked up. “I don’t think you thought this all the way through.”

You stared at him, waiting for him to go on. Whatever he wanted to say was likely just a ploy to buy himself more time to irritate you, but you allowed it anyway.

“My men will be comin’ to that town. And if I ain’t there, all hell will break loose. They’ll rip that place, and those people, apart. Once they’re done, they’ll come huntin’ for lil ol’ me. Lady Red probably already made her way back there. That’s all they’ll need.” He paused, watching your face contort in thought. “Let me go, and I promise that town will be left alone.”

Bullshit. The next settlement, and its large law enforcement, wasn’t too far off now. All you had to do was get this criminal to justice, then you could send help for the innocents.

Right?

Doubt washed over you. Time was uncertain, and you saw firsthand that Higgs’ threat was no bluff.

But you couldn’t just let him go.

“How’s this? Let’s get a little personal, hm?” Higgs wiggled on his stomach. “Real name’s Peter. Don’t like goin’ by it no more, but that’s me. Peter fucking Englert. You?”

“Be quiet,” you needed to think, and his continuous rambling was making it harder.

“What kind of name is that?”

You slapped him across the face, and the way he smiled at you felt more dangerous than when he aimed his revolver at you. A pause. Your heart pounded faster. Harder. Fuck.

“I don’t have shit; you seen to that,” he broke the silence. “Let me go. You can get to either town quicker than me. Warn them, don’t, whatever; I don’t really care. But if we keep on like this, those lives in that dusty, old town? Their fates will be sealed; I can assure you that.”

“Goddamn it,” you muttered, dropping your hands and stepping away from him. You turned, and looked up at the distant moon.

Should I just kill him? Ride back to town and attempt to hold off the bandits? Would I alone be enough? Your thoughts began to overlap one another, and only one conclusion became clear in your mind.

Higgs had won after all.

Moving, you shoved the rope back into your saddlebag. Grabbing the man by his bindings, you threw him to the ground. A groan left his lips, as his bloodied arm took the brunt of the impact. Good.

“Ain’t the end of this,” you barked at him.

“Sure hope not,” Higgs curled on the ground, body at an awkward angle due to the hogtie.

You exhaled your anger, and grabbed your knife. Everything in you told you not to, but even if there was a small chance that he’d stick to his word, you desperately needed that to be true. Too many innocent lives were on the line. You’d be able to get to the next town before he returned with the warning, and hoped that its reinforcements would arrive before his Demens. After all, you couldn’t put your full trust in the most dangerous man in the west.

“You better not fuck me over,” you growled, leaning down and cutting away the rope.

“Only one way I’d like to fuck you, darlin’.”

You struck the pommel of the knife into his bleeding shoulder, forcing a hiss to leave his lips. At last, you did the exact opposite of what you were hired to do, and freed the man whose bounty remained in your pocket. The two of you rose to your feet. Your gun aimed at his face.

“Get on, then,” you said.

“Well hold on now,” he put his hands up defensively.

“No. Go.”

He lowered his head, and his hair covered his eyes. It was just enough. The pull of his lips distracted you; and he lunged forward, smacking a raised hand against the barrel of your revolver. It flew from your hand, and you were thrown to the ground with all of Higgs’ weight on top of you.

You reached down to your side, fingers desperate to grasp your hunting knife. Higgs snatched your sneaky wrists, and pinned them to the sides of your head.

“Don’t worry honey,” he whispered, leaning his head down. “Reckon I’d like to tango with ya again, it’s just,” his words trailed off and he pressed his lips to yours, “had to try ya out.”

His hands moved to your throat, and he squeezed. “Come and find me again. I’ll look forward to our next dance.” Black dots filled your vision as oxygen failed to enter your lungs. Your nails clawed against his gloves, attempting to peel him off of you. Your stallion huffed, but he moved to your rescue too slow; his own injury hindering his senses. You fell into unconsciousness, and were left with the parting vision of Higgs smiling down at you.

When you awoke, the moon was higher in the sky, and your horse was standing vigil over your body. Your saddlebag was gone; your gun, knife and all other supplies were also gone. Higgs probably would’ve taken Nirvana too, if he wasn’t such a loyal creature. You hoped he got kicked.

Standing, you coughed as you patted your stallion’s shoulder. “Alright boy,” you hoisted yourself up into the saddle, “let’s go.”

After riding with a quickness that definitely earned your horse as many apples as he’d like, you made it to the next settlement. The law enforcement gathered a decently sized band of men, and they rode off to the other town. You failed to mention that it was Higgs and his men they were after, but something needed to be done. Going to bed that night, fear filled your heart, but the following day, the feeling lifted.

The old town had actually been left alone. Higgs and his Demens were nowhere to be found, but no lives had been lost. You thanked him in your head for keeping his word, then promised to follow through with your own.

His reckoning would come; you would come. Again and again. No matter how long it took; his reign of terror would come to an end. Trying to ignore the other reason that had risen within you, you steeled yourself, and prepared for the dance to come.

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HAD to sketch Lady Red. I love drawing horses :3

He was at your job again. You had told him numerous times to not show up in the place where most knew his name as a terrorist, but he didn’t care. This was Higgs after all, and when did he ever listen to anything other than his desires? Unfortunately for you, your very name was at the top of that disturbing list.

“Hello, sugar.”

“How can I help you, sir?” Your eye twitched.

“Ah yes,” he shifted, leaning his arms on the counter, “I think ya can.” A wink. You clenched your jaw. “Been interested in startin’ a porter contract with Bridges. Was told you were the lovely person to speak to.” A cap obscured his tattoos, his eyes dark and mischievous from its shadow.

This was new. Before, upon his unwanted visits, he often masqueraded as an unhappy client, or sometimes even a solliciter. Anything to get a rise out of you and make your workday more miserable. Squeezing your hands into fists, you pretended his neck was within your grasp. Nails digging into your skin forced the fantasy to remain as such, and you smiled instead. You were going to kill him one day.

“Yes, sir. There are many qualifications Bridges looks at first, before signing someone on. Have you done freelance porter work before?”

Higgs’ hand reached out, caressing a finger over your closed fist, “Uh-huh.”

“Do you have DOOMS?”

Dangerous eyes locked onto yours, “Mhm.”

“Excellent,” your voice struggled to maintain its customer service tone as you pulled your hand away. “Fill out this form, then please return it here.” 

“Sure thing, honey.”

He leered at you the entire time. As more people came to your booth for various reasons, he was there, in the corner, paying no mind at all to the questions on the document. Scribbling on the lines half-mindedly, a wild smirk tugged at his lips whenever your eyes met his.

Fuck off, your eyes tried to convey to him.

Make me, his expression returned.

–

It had been a week. After Higgs left, you hoped it would be his last attempt at flustering you at work. Ever since you started your current job, you tried to keep the place a secret from him. He often would bother you at home, and you hoped for some sort of reprieve from his antics. But of course he had his ways, and found out where you had run off to anyway. He seemed to get a lot of enjoyment out of you being unable to do anything about his presence.

He still has to be smart about this though, you tried comforting yourself. One mistake and Bridges gets their enemy handed over nicely by his own hand. Could report him myself… but no. He’d find a way to get revenge. Let him fuck up on his own.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Higgs approached you with your boss, “G’mornin’ doll.” He was downright beaming, wearing a Bridges uniform and cap.

“G-good morning,” the greeting left your lips, that false voice masking your flustered one.

“Showing Mr. Englert here a tour of the facility. Amazing qualifications on this one,” your idiotic boss waved as he passed by. 

Whatever bullshit Higgs came to the company with caused you to sneer, knowing it was all lies. How could your boss be so blind? A wolf was in his midst, hungry and stalking.

“Porters don’t get tours usually, do they?” You asked, confused and concerned over what Higgs could possibly be up to.

“Well, no, but Mr. Englert here is far more suited to a managerial role.”

What the fuck.

“I look forward to working with you, darlin’,” Higgs winked.

You stood there dumbfounded. As the duo passed, Higgs reached a hand out and squeezed your ass. Jumping, you had to stop yourself from socking him right in his face. Even with his back to you, you could tell the man carried a wicked smile as he disappeared around the corner.

–

Higgs actually got hired; you couldn’t believe it. He now oversaw your department and you weren’t sure where the hell he even got the time. Being a terrorist was surely busy work so how was he able to–

Oh shit.

You rushed to his office; through the hallways, past confused coworkers, all the way up to the big room allotted to the man. Slamming the door open, you entered the space with heaving breaths.

“What are you planning?”

“Well hello to you too.”

“Higgs.”

He stood up and moved with a frantic step to the door. Shutting it behind you, he stood with his arms crossed, “Way to be subtle, honey.”

“I thought this had to do with me. But you’re planning something aren’t you?”

“It does have to do with you baby.”

You walked up to him and smacked him across the face as hard as you could. The hat he wore went flying. Higgs’ eyes grew wide in surprise, but soon, a look of amusement washed over his features.

“That’s definitely against our conduct.”

“Go be awful somewhere else. This job pays well; I don’t need you fucking it up somehow.”

“Gonna have to write that up…”

You huffed an annoyed breath, knowing that the conversation would go nowhere. Without another word, you left his office with stomping feet. For him to go to such lengths; this could be very bad indeed.

Higgs watched you go and noted the crotch of his pants felt tighter than before you arrived. He smiled.

–

You sat in the uncomfortable metal chair waiting for your boss. Higgs really fucking reported this, you gritted your teeth at the thought.

The door opened and your irritation only grew at seeing Higgs enter with your boss. The latter sat across the table from you, the former at your side.

“So, Mr. Englert has reported some rather unsavory behavior from you,” your boss sighed.

“Uh-uh,” you grumbled, arms crossed.

“We take these kinds of things very seriously,” his eyebrows furrowed. “Sexual harassment is not to be taken lightly.”

What?!

“Excuse me?”

As your boss opened his mouth to explain, your thoughts were diverted to the touch now ghosting over your thigh. Higgs' long fingers brushed against your pant leg, moving upwards. He kept going, only stopping when your hand grabbed his.

“Mr. Englert says you made some advances on him in his office.”

“I–”

Higgs nodded his head slowly, before facing you, “I understand. I didn’t make myself clear, so I don’t blame you. But going forward, I expect a professional workplace environment to be maintained.”

“Wha–”

“This will only be a write up; as per Englert’s request. You’re lucky, because normally we fire for such things,” your boss continued to reprimand.

“Yes, sir,” a shaky breath left your nose.

Your boss rose, and moved towards the door. Higgs’ hand broke free from your grasp, as he shifted to face you once more. A toothy smirk greeted you; his hand moving quickly to your crotch. He palmed you through your clothes for just a moment before rising, and followed the other, oblivious man out.

Your eyebrow twitched. Your face was red. Anger and arousal coursed through your veins.

–

“It’s important that we focus on maintaining safety above all,” your boss gave his speech to the entire office. “New porter suits are in the works as well as a more durable exoskeleton design.”

Higgs stood behind you and you could feel his eyes burning holes into your ass. He’d managed to grope you once already during the meeting. Being in the back of the room allowed him such indulgences, but you were long fed up with his bullshit. A quick stomp on his foot fended him off.

But he was getting needy again. A hot breath against your ear, “Like to see ya model the new exoskeleton for me.”

Turning your head, you whispered back, “Shut the fuck up.”

“Just the exoskeleton.”

“That wouldn’t even work.”

“Fuck…” He shifted closer, pressing his half hard cock into your backside. “Everythin’ then. So I can rip it off of ya.”

His hands reached up, gripping your sides. You threw his hands off of you as fast as they made contact. A confused coworker eyed you, and you did your best to act natural.

“Stop it,” you whispered after she looked away.

“Really don’t want to.”

He kept at it for the rest of the meeting; dirty notions whispered into your ear and subtle, fleeting touches that somehow managed to excite. It pissed you off, but the fact he had managed to work himself so deep under your skin was worse. Because, despite it all, you wanted it; you wanted him.

–

Washing your hands, you sighed. Another day in the office being under Higgs’ predatory gaze. While it exhilarated you at times, during others, he really did seem to pick the worst moments for such provocations. You dried your hands, and moved towards the restroom’s entrance. Unlocking the door, you froze in thought for a moment.

I still don’t know what he’s getting at with all of this. Surely him being here has to be related to something more nefarious he's planning. I should tell someone but–

The door slammed into your face. Before the pain hit, you felt warm blood gush from your nose and travel down your lips. Then, an explosion of white, hot agony blossomed from the center of it all.

“Shit, the fuck were you doin’ there?” Higgs laughed, walking you backwards into the single restroom. He locked the door behind himself.

Your hands reached up to your bleeding nose, “Um? The fuck were you doin’ slamming that?”

“I gotta piss?”

“Ugh, god, ow…” Blood ran through your fingers and you tipped your head back.

“You should lean forward, actually,” Higgs noted as he stalked over to the toilet and unzipped his pants.

“Huh?”

“Goes into your stomach when you do that,” he finished up his business and walked past the sink.

“You’re gross,” you said as you leaned forward.

“What’s that say about you?”

“That I at least wash my hands.”

Higgs smiled, “Ya know. I’ve been thinkin–”

“A miracle.”

“Ha,” he approached you with a paper towel, and dabbed the blood staining your face. “Not really a fan of how little I been seein’ ya ever since you got this job.”

“So is that why you’re here?” The blood at last stopped flowing from your nose, now just a trickle. Higgs’ touch was surprisingly tender.

“Part of it,” he leaned in with a smirk, “Don’t come in tomorrow.”

You froze. While you and Higgs had been involved for a time, you often put it from your mind his… darker side. You enjoyed what you got out of him, and he with you. A shrinking conscience told you it was fucked up, but avoidance always worked wonders for you. Now, however, that wasn’t going to cut it.

“What are you going to do?” Your voice was monotone, the previous playful conversation gone, replaced with a terror that shook you to the very core.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” a hand caressed your chin, “Just do as you’re told, hm? As per your manager’s orders.”

Asshole.

“Higgs.”

He ignored you, and leaned in. Lips pressed against your still slightly bloodied ones. You could feel his hat press into your head, slipping off of his own just as fast. He moved to lap at the liquid, then shoved his tongue into your mouth, mixing your own taste with his. It was gross; it was right. You melted into him, and allowed him his desire; yours.

A moan slipped into your mouth as Higgs dropped the red soaked towel to the floor. Large hands grasped your sides, this time not subtle at all. He pulled you into him, as his mouth continued to devour yours.

Whether from the blood loss or Higgs, you began to feel lightheaded. You swayed with his movements, allowing him to do as he pleased. His touch graced over your whole body, angry at having to hold back before. Then, he pulled away.

A small amount of blood covered his mouth. You recalled novels you read involving captivating creatures of the night. He wiped the blood on his sleeve, the dark sanguine fluid camouflaged in the black fabric.

“Don’t come in tomorrow,” he reiterated, grabbing his cap from the floor, and left.

–

Tomorrow came. You decided to stay home.

The news traveled fast over the chiral network; your facility was leveled by a singular bomb. ‘Courtesy of the Homo Demens,’ was all that was said regarding the event. You felt sick, knowing something like this might happen.

So why did you stay quiet?

A message chimed through on your cuff link.

seeing as ur out of a job now, Higgs’ text read, i do have a position open that im so graciously willing to offer to u

You motherfucker.

ill come pick u up soon ;)

A heavy sigh pulled from your lips as heavier thoughts filled your mind. Guess I had to face reality at some point. Don’t get to play both sides. Not like this.

Your legs were on the verge of giving out, but that didn’t stop Higgs. Grunting like an animal, the man continued to piston into you in a way that said you are mine.

Because, after all, isn’t that what you wanted? To be wanted?

Filthy moans slipped past your bruised lips, which no longer held the capacity to form words. You squirmed in Higgs’ hold, babbling incoherently as the pleasure took over your mind.

“Fuck… yeah…” he leaned down, whispering into your ear, “Ya like it?”

You nodded as drool worked its way down your chin. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, Higgs yanked your head back. With your neck so deliciously exposed, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and biting the soft flesh. A groan vibrated against your throat, as he felt your cunt cinch so perfectly tight around him.

“Good, just like that,” he pushed your head back down onto the table, and thrusted himself into you somehow even harder. 

A jolt went up your spine every time he hit your cervix. Happy tears rolled down your cheeks as your jaw remained slack and open. Moving his hand, Higgs shoved two fingers into your mouth. Pushing down on your tongue, he watched with unblinking eyes as you sucked the digits without a second thought.

“Mm-hm,” he breathed out, “nothing in that sweet little head of yours anymore, but ya still know what to do.”

His fingers curled in your mouth and you swirled your tongue over them. Pushing them in further, your gag reflex was put to the test. You allowed him in as much as he desired, and Higgs found himself impressed. Blown pupils took in the image of you giving yourself over to the big bad, oh-so easily. His cock twitched against your walls; you weren’t the only one whose mind was entirely fucked out.

Pulling the digits from your warm mouth, he moved to hold both of your hips. Lifting you up slightly, only the tips of your toes were able to touch the floor. The pain from his grip felt good.

“A-ah,” you choked out, the new angle hitting not just your cervix, but your g-spot as well. The added sensation sent your pussy fluttering and Higgs expressed, very vocally, just how much he liked it.

“Shit!” His entire length sunk into you. Faster. “Nngh.” Harder.

Your eyes squeezed shut, forcing more of your tears to spill. They coated your eyelashes in such a captivating way. Higgs’ face was flushed, sweat plastering unkempt hair to his forehead.

“So,” a hint of a rasp entered his voice, “I trust, hah, you’ll never fuck around like that again?”

“N-no…” your speech was slurred, body weak as Higgs rammed you into the table. You felt so good. You didn’t want it to ever stop. You needed it. You needed Higgs.

“Louder,” he moaned, “Tell me.” His cock smashed your crying insides, getting your pussy drunk on only what he could provide. “Fucking tell me that I’m the only one, shit, for you. The only one.”

Your mind was swimming. A growing tension had formed deep in your stomach not too long ago. Higgs’ viciousness was forcing it close to snapping. Thinking was hard. Just him. Pleasure. Close.

Higgs pulled his cock from your cunt; its drag sending shivers throughout you, but its absence making you deflate. A loud whine crawled out of your throat.

He flipped you over on the table, and seeing his face was almost enough to make you come undone. An intense gaze greeted you; black eyeliner smudged and starting to run. The softest shade of pink dusted his cheeks; a small reminder that the particle of god was still a man of flesh and blood.

“Tell me,” he demanded, chest heaving and eyes wild.

“Y-yes,” your voice cracked, “just you. Just you Higgs, please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

The apology heightened his fury. You really tried to replace him. It drove him fucking nuts. He was watching; of course he was. You should’ve known, and hell, maybe you did, but you tried it anyway.

A hand smacked your cunt. You yelped in surprise, using all of your remaining strength to prevent yourself from cumming.

“I bet ya felt stupid, huh?” He was getting meaner; the memory replaying fresh in his mind.

You nodded.

“Say it.”

“I felt stupid,” you cried, upset at yourself over allowing anyone but Higgs to catch your interest.

It wasn’t supposed to be anything, not really. You’d simply met someone who you clicked with. That was it. The sex was just sex… but you still choked back tears when they found someone else. You had your thing with Higgs, but he had made it clear he wasn’t someone for love. The desire to be desired filled your heart, not realizing just how much you plagued the man’s mind before you.

He was going to kill the person for tainting your mind and causing you hurt. That, however, would be handled after you. Yeah, you needed to be set straight first.

“Good,” grabbing his cock, he lined himself back up with your soaked entrance.

He tortured you. Prodding your hole with just his tip, he relished in the sounds you made. The way your eyes would squeeze shut, to only snap back open and seem to say please when your gaze caught his; it sent him spiralling further.

The thought of another having you in such a way made his blood boil. Never again. Only him; yeah, that’s right. You’d only ever have him again.

Enough.

Pushing his hips forward, he slammed his cock into your weeping cunt. His hands found purchase on your waist, setting an unforgiving pace. The sound of skin smacking skin filled the tent. Higgs didn’t care if his men outside could hear; shit, he wanted them to. The world needed to know how much you belonged to him.

“Hah, ah,” moans and babbles fell from your lips with no consent from you. You felt your body getting hot again. Higgs’ cock was slicing through you, spreading you open, leaving you raw and vulnerable.

Did you love him? Did he love you?

Maybe? You hoped so.

“Goddamn,” he heaved, head hanging low between his shoulders. His muscles flexed with his movements, sweat beading over his lean body.

You wrapped your legs around his midsection. Pulling tight, you attempted to bring him closer, deeper; together. Higgs leaned down, hands on the table, with his body flush against yours as he continued to fuck you stupid.

The heat that came off of him was just as hot as your own, perhaps even more so. You felt the sweat drip from his chin as he kissed your neck. A bruise had formed on the flesh, and his kisses almost felt like an apology for his previous cruelty.

Another bite.

You gasped, your cunt clamping down on him in surprise.

A reminder.

Higgs leaned back up, moving a hand to the center of your chest. The pressure collapsed your lungs slightly with his weight. His other hand ran over your thigh, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. The gaze he offered was intense, watching every little movement you made. Then, a crooked smile stretched across his face.

“Bet they never made you feel this good, huh?” His voice came out composed, but the way his lip quivered betrayed the facade.

When he first saw you with someone else, he felt his world imploding around him. He cursed himself, for not being more clear with you. There was a claim on you, even if he struggled to say so, and that was not going to be disrespected. But the boy deep down inside of him, the one afraid of abandonment, forced him to be quiet; for if he acted like he didn’t care, he wouldn’t get hurt, right?

Oh, so wrong.

“No, Higgs, no…” you moaned so sweetly. “You make me feel so good, please, I only want you, just you,” the words took all of your brainpower to say, but they were sincere nonetheless. Only Higgs could ever fuck you like this, because the man knew you inside and out; literally and figuratively.

Your fling? Truthfully, you had pretended it was him. The heartache you felt was simply a prelude to what you knew you would someday experience with Higgs. You wanted it anyway.

“Mmgh,” he groaned, low and sultry; your words making him pound into you harder.

The smell of sex permeated the space. Wet earth mixed in with your combined scent, timefall having stopped falling an hour before. The sun was peaking through the sky again, a new beginning, another chance.

Your cunt squelched with every thrust, and you could feel your end coming. The onslaught your body received ready to offer what the two of you chased after. Higgs was close too. His movements were getting sloppy and greedy.

“Tell me you love me,” he whispered as his cock hit you in all the right places.

You felt your body tense, as you held your breath.

Surely he doesn’t mean that, right? He’s just horny and fucked out and–

“Damn it, tell me!”

“I–” the knot was pulling tight. Your breathing resumed, fast and frantic, and your walls fluttering in suspense. A thumb reached out, and pressed hard circles into your clit. The wave hit, and you felt your release coat Higgs’ cock, body trembling and alight with pleasure. “I-I love you!”

He let out a loud moan, slamming his dick into you with more fervor. A few hard thrusts, and his cum painted your insides a hidden white. He kept going; he couldn’t stop. Overstimulation worked its way through both of your bodies, pain and pleasure dancing together.

An addictive warmth continued to spread through your veins. Higgs’ cock felt so right deep inside of you. You reached up, coercing him back down. Lips pressed against lips, his movements slowing with the drug you offered. A haze took over his mind as he kissed you back.

Like a man in love.

He stilled. His cum leaked the smallest amount from your cunt. He shoved his cock in deeper. You moaned. He responded in kind.

“You are mine,” he whispered.

You were in chains. The dim room was warm, its only light creeping in from red candles decorating the hall. A mildewy scent filled your nose, causing a shiver to run down your spine despite the desert heat. There was an ache in your muscles that had made a permanent home inside. You wished to cry, but your tears were all used up.

With a burning throat, you swallowed, trying to ease the pain. Each day it became harder and harder to maintain your sanity. You knew you didn’t have much longer in you; every waking moment you prayed for the end. But Higgs wouldn’t let you die; he wouldn’t let you do anything.

Except exist solely for himself.

Hanging your head, you pulled at the chains holding your wrists over your head. No give. You lifted a foot, and the heavy shackle around your ankle brought it straight back down. The floor was damp, your backside soaked from the cold rain that drenched the carpet.

Yes. Rain.

Such a simple thing in the old world, now the cause for all of your suffering.

You looked up at the crack that it snuck in through. It always followed the same line, inching down the brightly colored mosaic wall. Your head turned to the window. Black curtains fought off any light that you yearned to feel.

The room was probably very nice before the end of the world. It was large, decorated in a way that screamed expensive. Now, however, all of its furniture had long been removed, turning what was once a suite into nothing more than a cell. Just for you.

Footsteps sounded. Your head jerked up, and you eyed the doorway with the vision of nothing more than an animal of prey. With a quickening heartbeat, you soon realized that today, fortune would finally shine down upon you.

The Chiral Scientist entered; she kept her word after all. You swallowed again, your dry throat becoming tight with the lump that formed within.

Today you were going to escape.

5 MONTHS AGO

Timefall pelted your pack. You could hear the sizzle against your tech, causing your jaw to clench. Bridges sent you out west with only one chance. The geographical information system they set up was vast and had all sorts of backups in their facilities. You, however, only had one locator.

Despite the device’s waning lifespan, you still made a lot of progress. After starting out in what was once Texas, you mapped New Mexico, Arizona, and now currently, the southern point of Nevada.

Bridges had yet to send out their expedition west for the chiral network. They needed assurance that they would be taking the best route for such a perilous journey. You’d always lived a solitary life, and with your high level DOOMS, the cartographic job seemed suited well enough for you. When Bridges approached your ever moving camp, they made it clear they would not be leaving until receiving the answer that they wished to hear. It didn’t bother you. The job would give you the chance to carve out your own legacy, after all; one set in the stone you walked.

Tar began to bubble across the ground, disrupting your reminiscence. BTs moaned. You focused your mind, and evened out your labored breathing. Sticking your hands out, you commanded the lost souls to disperse. Sufferers were called such for a reason; the intrinsic nightmares of your kind plagued you every night, but the benefits made such drawbacks worthwhile in times like that.

The timefall remained, but the risk of a voidout vanished. You kept on.

Hours passed in darkness. Your legs burned, your lungs even more so, but you knew better than to stop in the middle of the night. The desert was a cruel place, its climate forcing your nighttime traversal. Despite the daytime heat, however, so far all Nevada had to offer during all hours was constant timefall.

You stopped. You blinked.

What the fuck is that?

Rubbing your eyes, you attempted to rub the mirage from your vision. An impossible sight remained; a black pyramid, standing tall and proud, and most exceptionally, unbroken. The land around it had all been devoured by timefall. A statue of a sphinx lay in pieces, what little plant growth the land saw attempting to reclaim the beast. Sidewalks, turned to dust from time, and cars parked, never to be driven again.

And somehow the pyramid was in pristine condition in the middle of it all. You couldn’t help but stare with wide eyes and a slack jaw. You approached the incomprehensible feat, and your stupefaction only grew. Palm trees, vibrant and lush, were growing from the earth before it.

The sizzling stopped as you got closer. You pulled your pack in front of you, and watched the liquid hit your tech and simply roll off.

What is this?

Looking up, your face shielded by the protective mask your suit released whenever chiral levels got too high, you watched the black sky. The only sound that continued to greet your ears was the hit of the water.

Plip, plip, plip.

Sliding your pack back over your shoulders, you felt a hint of bravery mixing in with your curiosity. You inhaled. Slowly and shakily, you removed your glove. Exhale. When a droplet landed on you, your skin did not age. Astonishment sparkled in your eyes.

This was not timefall.

You pressed a button at your temple, and the mask pulled back into your suit. Aiming your face to the sky again, you felt for the first time in your whole life what rain was like. You couldn’t help but laugh, and soon, tears mixed with the water spilling down your cheeks.

This was far bigger than what you initially set out to accomplish. Not only were you going to go down in history as the one who brought the west into the fold, but you were also the one to discover something believed extinct.

But things often came in threes, right?

A flash of gold filled your vision. You closed your eyes against the onslaught, jumping back in surprise. A fat bead of timefall landed on your still uncovered hand, and you threw yourself back into the safety of the rain. The burn on your hand was terrible, but the horror was soon replaced with an even greater one.

“Couldn’t believe it,” a muffled voice drawled, “when I saw someone approach my lonely abode.”

Turning, you took in the figure before you. A tall, hooded man, with his hands clasped behind his back, tilted his head at you. A golden mask of a skull shielded his face from your bare one. Despite not being able to see his features, you could hear the smile in his words when he spoke.

“No one comes out this way,” the man went on, “so I wonder what brings you here?”

Fear rattled your bones. Something was wrong. You sensed a high level of DOOMS, one not unlike your own. Perhaps even higher. Danger. Get out. Run.

Tar spread across the ground, BTs rising with the liquid. Their wiry hands pulled you down, and you tried your best to convince the dead to leave you alone.

The man before you was more compelling.

Hell was opening up, pulling you down into its depths. All you saw before its darkness enveloped you, was the hole in the sky above the pyramid, and a clear view of heaven beyond.

–

You awoke to blinding lights. Colors of all sorts burned your retinas as you forced your vision to adjust. Blinking slowly, a whole other world came into focus around you.

Towering above was an obelisk covered in hieroglyphics. Before it, staring down at you, was a sphinx; intact and intimidating. Your head spun, taking in more of the mysterious realm. The ceiling on all sides tilted inward, with numerous buildings inside the massive one, adorning the space throughout.

“You like it?” The same voice, with the same southern twang as before, rang out.

Rising to your feet, you met the man’s gaze, who had appeared from behind the massive statue guardian. At last, you came to a terrifying realization. Chains weighed your wrists down, black and heavy, and something so deeply wrong because of it; you couldn’t access your DOOMS.

“What?” Your voice came out weak and afraid, just as your captor wished for.

“What?” He mocked you.

“This is…” Panic was settling in, “What’s going on? How is this possible, why am I…” You trailed off, a golden sparkle of chiralium in the shackles catching your eyes.

“Well, I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure out that–” your kidnapper waved a hand out, gesturing to the grandiose architecture, “this place is a marvel.”

You gulped.

“And somethin’ like this? It ain’t for pryin’ eyes,” a gloved hand reached up, and pulled the golden mask from his hidden face. The hood came off next, and your stomach twisted at the visage that greeted you.

Sharp, blue eyes, outlined in black makeup froze you in place. A wicked smile coerced your heartbeat into overdrive. Beauty and danger, wrapped up nicely in the form of a man with DOOMS of incomparable levels.

“Wasn’t expectin’ no visitors. Been holed up here for a time,” he stepped up to you, eyes glinting in the excessive lights, “and every brave soul attemptin’ that wasteland all managed to die ‘fore makin’ it here.” He winked, “That makes you a special one.”

You did your best to focus and try to jump from the lion’s den you were in. The blessing you had wished for in the past, when the nightmares and a deteriorating mental state felt like too much, was now nothing more than a curse. Your powers were gone, limited, stolen. Casting a glance to the chains again, you watched as the chiralium shifted in the metal. The pyramid and its strange weather wasn’t the only miracle at play.

“And something special shouldn’t be wasted now, hm?”

“I–”

Waving a finger before his face, he cut you off, “Ah-ah. You listen, okay?” He stepped closer to you, eyes losing their light. The smell of sour chiralium and wet earth emanated off of him, as well as a musk you couldn’t quite place. “Don’t be scared now. All you gotta do,” the distance between the two of you vanished, “is be a good pet.” Leaning down, he licked the side of your face slowly and filthily.

Every muscle within you tensed, blood turning to ice. You couldn’t meet his eyes. You couldn’t move at all.

The musk was of death. 

Breaking free from the paralyzation at last, your bottom lip began to tremble, and tears filled your eyes.

–

Higgs was his name; or at least, the god he wished to create. After giving you a long-winded tour of the casino-turned-kingdom, he finally dropped you off in a room you would grow to know all too well.

It had been a week, or two; it was hard to keep track with no outdoor light entering the space. Food was brought to you twice a day. Every other day you were allowed to bathe. But most of the time? You were left sitting, shackled, and slowly losing your mind.

Sometimes people passed by in the hall. There was no door to your cell, but your chains made such a thing obsolete anyway; short as they were and hooked into the wall, you couldn’t even stand. So you listened.

Any time Higgs’ men passed by outside, you tried to gather any information you could. The people were soldiers, that much was clear, but other times, those that appeared seemed just as out of place as you. Frantic eyes, jittery hands, bent postures. Yet no one ever spared you a second glance.

Your tech had been smashed, and with you going dark, Bridges likely thought you’d met your end in a big, white blast. No help was coming. You were on your own.

Whistling filled your ears. The upbeat tune echoed off of the walls and you realized it was one you had heard before. Attempting to recognize the song, you failed to take in how close it was getting. Down the hall, passing the corner, approaching, at the door. The next thing you knew, Higgs entered your dismal space, drenched head to toe in blood. Some of it was new, some of it was old.

“Did ya miss me?”

You stared in fear; the blood was most certainly not his own. So much would come from substantial injuries, and the man was moving with a bounce in his step.

“Yes? No?” His interrogation pulled you from such awful notions.

“I, uh…” Your voice came out small and fragile. You had not used it in weeks and you didn’t sound like yourself.

“I get it,” Higgs chimed in. “I was gone for a bit. Had some uh,” he gestured to his ruined clothing, “things to take care of. But I’m back now. How’s my pet? They been takin’ good care of ya?”

“Please,” you had no idea what to say, so you begged instead, “let me go. I won’t say anything, I promise, I’ll–”

A flash, and Higgs reappeared kneeling, inches from your face. He gripped tight the hair atop your head and threw your skull into the wall. Pain exploded from the impact, and joyful eyes soaked in all of your suffering. More of the sanguine fluid brought forth by his hand, but this time, its warmth spread down the back of your neck.

“No,” he growled, low and sneering. His eyes narrowed further, dried blood cracking with their movements. “You’re mine now, don’t you get that?” He scoffed, “No one can know about this place, and sure, I could just kill ya but, where’s the fun in that? You survived what others could not. You found your way to me, in my divine palace, with an impossible sky above. No… you can’t ever be let free. You’re special; fate sent you, just like everything else here. You belong to me.”

This man was insane and that made your situation a lot worse than you initially believed. The pain in your head pulsed, but your heart pounded with far more intensity.

“It’s okay,” the switch was immediate, as Higgs moved a gloved and bloodied knuckle to your cheek, caressing the soft flesh. “There must be a plan for you, just like this exceptional building. Don’t you find it fascinating?”

You stared. He frowned.

“I do,” your voice barely above a whisper as an idea formed in your mind. Higgs was unstable, and clearly deluded beyond all hope, so why not play into it? Perhaps you could use ‘fate’ to your advantage. “How’s it possible?” Your voice remained meek.

His smile returned, wider this time, and you saw that blood also coated his teeth.

Just what the hell happened?

“Scientists fuckers don’t even know,” he dropped his hands, resting his wrists comfortably on his knees. “Got ‘em lookin’ into all of it. Best they can come up with is that the atmosphere here just got lucky somehow. A bit of the past lingerin’ in the future.” Letting out a chuckle, he fell back and sat on the floor. He laced his fingers together over his knees as he looked at you.

You held his gaze, and got the sense he was waiting for you to respond, “That’s incredible.”

“Isn’t it?” He shifted closer to you, and you tensed when you realized what he was doing. Turning, he slid down and rested his head in your lap. The blood in his hair stained your pants; the smell made you sick. Looking up at you, his eyes sparkled with utter insanity, “It was left here for me. But I ain’t dead yet, so rather than a tomb, this shall be a birthplace.”

A shaky breath left your nose.

“And I intend to make great use of it,” he smiled.

Higgs closed his eyes, enjoying the comfort you brought. Warm and safe, and unable to leave him; his heart crashed almost as hard as yours. A few minutes passed. The silence became too much.

“A birthplace for what?” You pulled him from his serenity.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, darlin’.” Sitting back up, he twisted to face you. His hot breath caressed your face, and his eyes couldn’t help but dip down to your lips. He leaned in, “Just know, that when everything gets put into place, this will be the startin’ point.” Moving ever closer, his eyes locked back onto yours. The proximity allowed you to see a new detail; blood stained even his eyelashes red.

You held your breath. A beat passed.

“Well!” Higgs stood up, “I’m a fuckin’ mess. I’ll see ya later, toots.”

Once he left the room, you at last released the breath you were holding. Higgs carried with him the terror of death, and the childlike wonder of the world; dangerous and ambitious. A horrific combination.

A horrific soul.

–

Higgs returned the next day. He entered your room wearing more casual clothing; a black tank-top, cargo pants, and the gloves he never seemed to remove. The sound of heavy boots preceded his arrival, and your stomach dropped at seeing his all too happy expression.

A woman entered behind him. She kept her head bowed, donning a long white coat, and glasses with thick frames.

“How’d ya sleep?”

The ridiculous question ignited a fury in your heart. It was impossible to get any rest with the way you were strung up. All hours of the day, a migraine pounded behind your eyes alongside a fog in your brain that wouldn’t clear.

“Good,” you mumbled.

“Great,” Higgs walked off to the side, allowing the woman to command the space. “This fine lady here needs to check ya out. I trust you’ll be a good little pet, hm?”

“Yes.” You gritted your teeth.

Higgs leered at you as the woman approached. She knelt down and opened the container she was carrying.

Needles and vials. That could not be good.

The woman looked up at you, “Don’t worry, I just need to draw some blood.” Her voice was soft, and comforting in a way. You glanced over to Higgs, who watched with crossed arms. This woman was with your enemy, so you told yourself to not feel anything at all.

She unhooked one of your wrists from the wall, and your deadened arm fell down into your lap. Pins and needles coursed up through your flesh, and the sensation caused you to squirm. The woman placed a tourniquet on your upper arm, cleaned the inside of your elbow, and without warning, slid the needle into a vein. You sucked in a hiss, and could have sworn you heard Higgs gasp with you.

A few minutes passed while she filled two vials of your thick, dark blood. As she put the final one in place, commotion sounded from out in the hall.

“Boss, we need you out here!” A panicked soldier called out.

“Can it fucking wait?” Higgs growled in response, and it was then that you noticed the slightest bulge in his pants.

Dear god.

“Massive BT out front. Clark’s crew is caught in between.”

“Fuck,” Higgs stomped towards the doorway, “You keep behavin’ now, okay?” His eyes held yours before disappearing through the doorway.

Silence filled the room. You felt your blood pull from your body. Your head was getting light. The smell of mildew had only gotten stronger.

“Thank god,” the woman whispered, shuffling closer to you. “Listen to me,” there was a sense of urgency in her voice, “I used to work for Bridges until that asshole kidnapped me. Said a mind like mine was needed elsewhere; somewhere more important. Those chains? I created them. ‘Cause he’s been watching you, you know. Your little expedition; he’s known all about it from the start.”

Your mind was spinning, inundated with far too much information to handle given your current state. She kept on going anyway.

“He watched you; documented your DOOMS. Made me get to work on something that could contain it. Said he knew you’d make it here in one piece, and had no intention of letting you go once you did. He’s goddamned crazy; thinks everything is divine intervention or something. Even wants me to study your ‘special blood’.”

“What…?”

“God, get the fuck with it! Bridges sent people after you once you got taken in here, by the way. He killed them all.”

You remembered the blood that coated the madman upon his previous visit. Anxiety trembled your weary body. You didn’t think Bridges would bother with such a dangerous rescue, but, turns out, you were more important than you gave yourself credit for.

“I want to get out of here and I’m sure you do too. When the time is right, I’ll return and free you from those chains. Then you jump us the fuck out of this hellhole, okay?”

You nodded before her words fully processed in your brain. What other choice did you have? What did you have to lose?

You were going to find out, you supposed.

–

It had been months by now. The Chiral Scientist, as Higgs dubbed her on a subsequent occasion, did not return. You were losing hope. Every day bled into the next, and your mind repeatedly slipped into its own world.

Higgs would come by every other day or so, and despite the danger he carried, alongside harassment you often endured, the break in monotony was welcome. Today was no different.

“Good morning,” he drawled, carrying a tray that held your breakfast.

Your mouth salivated. Fresh fruits were piled high and your stomach growled at the sight. Even though you were a prisoner, Higgs made sure you always ate like royalty. He sat down next to you, and it was then that you finally realized how odd it was; Higgs never brought you your meals.

“Hungry?”

“Y-yes,” you nodded, trying to mask your growing nerves.

Higgs returned your gesture and shifted, getting comfortable. Placing the tray down at his side, he turned to look at you. Your arms burned over your head, and your legs felt numb, but you felt a spark of adrenaline course through you, igniting you from deep inside.

Calm down. Keep your wits about you. Everything will be okay. Everything will be–

“Somethin’ I wanted to talk about with ya first.”

You gulped, “What is it?”

“Your DOOMS,” he laced his fingers together in his lap, “never came across any so high before.”

“Oh, um, yeah. They manifested when I was a teenager.”

“And they’ve always been so strong?”

“Mhm…” Where was he going with this?

“You and I,” he whispered, leaning in, “think of all that we could accomplish, if we worked together.”

“Together?”

“Well of course. Fate brought you here, so therefore our destinies are intertwined. Just one, tiny, little problem.” Your heart began to thump heavily in your chest. “I can’t trust you.”

You froze, not liking the sound of that, “You can–”

“Shhh,” cutting you off, he moved before you had time to process. Throwing his legs over your own, he sat straddled on top of you, hands resting at the sides of your neck. “Thing about trust though, is that it can always be earned, hm?”

Blood began to pump through your veins in a way that made it hard to stay composed. His weight caused sparks to emanate from your deadened legs. It was difficult to hold his eyes, so you looked away.

A mistake.

Higgs grabbed your jaw, and forced your eyes back onto his. With his left hand, he reached out and pulled a strawberry from the top of the tray. 

“Open wide,” holding the berry up to your lips, Higgs’ crooked grin twisted further at your discomfort.

You trembled, but opened your mouth, not wishing to face his retribution. He shoved the fruit inside and kept pushing it in until you gagged. Only when tears spilled from your eyes did he pull his hand away. You coughed, then chewed.

“How’s it?”

Swallowing, you nodded your head, “G-good; very sweet.”

Higgs’ false eyebrows furrowed, then popped one of the plump fruits into his own mouth. He chewed, swallowed, and shrugged, “Sour. Yours must’ve been the better one. A good chance to see if you were being truthful, don’t you think?”

Unable to blink, you watched everything that happened next in slow motion. Higgs’ eyeliner was more smudged than it normally was, his eyes darting all over your face. He raised a hand and ran it down your cheek. All of your thoughts ceased when his index finger stopped at your bottom lip, and pulled it out.

“Hm…” Closing the distance, he ran his tongue over the inside of your lip. “Nope. Can’t tell. Open.”

Tense muscles turned you to stone. Squeezing your hands into fists, you felt your nails dig into your skin. The pain wasn’t enough to calm you.

Higgs grabbed your jaw once more, forcing your mouth to do as he said. Leaning down, he shoved his tongue into your own. Licking against the squirming muscle, a groan passed from his lips to yours. You could feel his cock through his pants, hard and desperate. The Chiral Scientist be damned; this could be your chance. Catch him while he’s off guard.

You moaned back into his mouth.

Higgs pulled back and stared at you with blown pupils. Relaxing your features, eyes half-lidded and parted lips, you invited him back in. Pouncing back onto you without a second thought, he kissed you with passion. Chapped lips attempted to devour you, the lingering taste of a beer on his tongue. Kissing him back, you tried to come up with a plan.

If you could bite off his tongue, he’d bleed out and die. If you could get him to take you from your cell, maybe you’d be able to make a run for it. If you could convince him you loved him, maybe he would remove your chains.

You contemplated for the few minutes that he kissed you. At last, he broke away and whispered into your mouth, “Sweet indeed.”

With those words, he pushed you back against the wall by your chest and stood up. He stalked out of the room without another glance. A soldier entered soon after to continue feeding you your breakfast.

Shit.

It felt as if the man had a sixth sense for reading your mind. Or perhaps, divine intervention truly was at play. Your hope began to dwindle.

PRESENT DAY

“I’m sorry it took so long,” the Chiral Scientist whispered, moving across the room with a quickness that reminded you her life was on the line just as much as yours.

You couldn’t believe your eyes; she actually came back. “Please get these things off of me,” you begged, voice hoarse as you shook your wrists. The notion of escaping was renewed and strong as ever.

“On it,” she nodded, short hair bouncing over her eyes. Moving fast, she unshackled your feet first. Already you could feel your DOOMS returning; your blood pumped with more fervor, and the smallest amount of strength came with it.

Your left wrist was freed next, and your soul came alive again. Despite the ache that had made a nice residence within your weary bones, you felt invigorated, and ready to fight.

And if need be, ready to kill.

“What are you doing?”

Both you and the woman before you spun your heads to look at the doorway. A tall soldier stood blocking the entrance, eyes trained on the betrayal taking place before him. He stepped deeper into the room, rifle resting comfortably over his chest.

The Chiral Scientist cleared her throat, “Higgs wants to see ‘em up in his office.” The lie came out so sincere, you almost believed her yourself.

“Why wasn’t word sent on this?”

“Just came up,” she shrugged casually, but you could see the quiver in her bottom lip.

“You two aren’t goin’ nowhere. I’ll have to double check this,” the man turned to leave the room, and just as his back faced you, a quiet bullet slipped through his skull.

The Chiral Scientist’s arm was raised, a pistol with a large silencer aimed at the man who now lay dead on the floor. Blood seeped into the carpet, feet twitching with the remnants of electricity leaving the corpse.

“Goddamn it,” she cried, facing you once more. Her hands fumbled with your remaining shackle. The key dropped from her shaking fingers before she could unlock it, and your combined panic only grew when another soldier entered the suite.

“The fuck?”

The woman instead pulled the chain from the hook in the wall, and you both rose to your feet. You stumbled into her, legs not used to holding your weight. All of your limbs felt fuzzy, but your mind forced you to focus.

You grabbed the woman and concentrated with all of your might on jumping the two of you as far away as possible. A flash of gold filled the space, leaving the stunned soldier in silence. You wound up in another room in the hotel section of the casino; your powers still dampened by your final chain.

“Shit, no no,” the woman paced, making sure the new area was clear. “Can you get us outside?”

You breathed in ragged breaths, the toll your body took evident enough as an answer for her.

“Fuck. We need to get that off of you,” she nodded to your remaining chain. “Otherwise we are so screwed.”

“Have another key?”

“Nope.”

“Know where to get one?”

“Yep, but neither of us are gonna like it.”

“Higgs?”

She nodded.

“Ugh, okay, where?”

–

The two of you slipped through the building, the scientist’s knowledge of your prison coming in very handy. Avoiding soldiers, cowering in corners, and blanketed in a cold sweat, you at last made it to Higgs’ empty office.

You stood watch at the door while The Chiral Scientist rummaged through the man’s disorganized desk. Commotion continued to explode throughout the casino; two mice lost in an elaborate labyrinth, with hungry predators searching. Everything felt like it was going well despite it all. Just a bit longer in hell, and soon salvation would come.

A bright flash filled the room, then a gunshot turned your ears into nothing more than an echochamber. Spinning, you watched as the woman who put her life on the line fell, blood spurting from her thigh. She cried out, grabbing the extremity as Higgs turned his gaze to you. He approached, and all of your previous courage washed away in the face of death.

“I’m disappointed,” Higgs stood in front of you then, shoulders slumped. “Real fuckin’ disappointed.” With a shake of his head, he reached out and grabbed you by the throat with his free hand. You could feel his DOOMS coursing through his veins, mixing with yours. He desired to take you back to your cell, and you desired for the world outside. 

An internal battle took place within the two of you then. Higgs’ DOOMS were stronger by far, but he had made the mistake of hardening your will to steel over the last few months.

Everything went white.

You felt nauseous as the world came back into view. Rain pattered your head gently, welcoming you back into its loving embrace; outside, you were actually outside.

Higgs’ power must’ve been enough to allow me to control the jump, you considered.

He pushed you back by your neck. Stumbling over your feet, you coughed and worked on catching yourself; body still weak. Shaking his head, Higgs turned his back to you and looked up at the pyramid. A tense silence passed; you were outside, sure, but the timefall prevented retreat. He knew that, as did you.

You tried to think.

“I found you before they did, ya’know.”

What?

“Saw you the first time up north,” Higgs went on, “was wonderin’ what a psycho was doin’ trekkin’ it alone. But the more I watched, the more I realized how special you were; your DOOMS, your ability to survive.”

The night was warm, but the rain made your skin feel like ice in spite of it. Darkness coated the land, and a shy moon hid behind thick clouds. The beam of light atop the famous casino provided the only illumination.

“You don’t remember me?”

Your attention snapped back to the terrorist before you, “Huh?”

Higgs faced you, and a frown carved deep in his face. Then, he whistled; he whistled the same song you knew you recognized before. And this time? You finally remembered where you had heard it.

Before Bridges came to you in your camp, a man did. He was dressed as a porter, with a black balaclava obscuring his face. As he approached, an upbeat whistle carried from his lips to your ears. You had a nice, simple conversation with him before he went on his way. At the time, you thought it odd, given how far away from any city you were, but as one who often didn’t get much human interaction, welcomed it regardless.

Now, however, the memory dropped your heart into your stomach.

“Couldn’t help myself then. Had to get close to you. And from then I knew,” he smiled, “that you and I were destined to be together. Tipped Bridges off about you after I found out about their whole westward bullshit. I knew fate would take care of the rest.”

You refused to believe it; that couldn’t be possible, “No… that’s…”

“Seems I misplaced my growin’ trust. Hm. That’s okay,” he shrugged, “hoped to make you an equal. But if you want to remain as my dog, then so be it.”

Tar began to bubble across the rocky ground. The moaning song of BTs sounded in your ears. Anxiety, fear, and hopelessness washed through you. But then, a reminder.

Your DOOMS.

Inhaling, you realized you had only one option. You couldn’t jump far enough away. You couldn’t turn Higgs’ BTs against him. You couldn’t go back in that fucking cell.

The image of The Chiral Scientist, bleeding and crying on the floor entered your mind.

I’m sorry.

Exhaling, you used all of your fading strength and brought forth your salvation. The tar bubbled with even more ferociousness, causing Higgs to spin around anxiously.

“What are you doing?” He barked out.

Your heart smashed against your ribs. Your lungs were pulling tight. Your head was getting foggy.

Higgs aimed his gun at you, “Fuckin’ stop.”

You kept going.

At last, a massive BT burst forth from the ground. Higgs staggered, then jumped away from the beast. Landing 20 feet away from you in the timefall, his cloak protected him, but his eyes were wide in both terror and awe.

A giant sphinx made of tar took in its surroundings. It was magnificent. Regal and proud, with a handsome, golden face. Large paws pounded the earth as it continued to turn, soaking in a world opposite to its own.

You sunk your will into its mind, urging it on. Your own head was threatening to explode, the heart in your chest on the verge of giving out. The awful chain on your wrist burned against your flesh, telling you to stop just as much as Higgs’ shouting.

It didn’t matter, it was finally enough. You smiled.

The sphinx’s mouth opened up, and the last thing you saw of Higgs was the black tears that fell down his cheeks.

BOOM.

White light lit up the desert as if it were the middle of the day. The ground shook, and all noise stopped. As if in slow motion, cracks crept up the black pyramid, and soon, the voidout decimated everything entirely. The blast brought the casino down at once, turning it to dust, a memory, nothing.

–

A giant handprint still remained in the crater that was once the Luxor. It had become a monument, and a mass grave.

Your grave.

Higgs wandered around in the dust, wondering if his steps were atop your very bones. He would visit often, and as much as he hated you for what you did, he still found himself loving you regardless.

You destroyed his kingdom, and in doing so, were the first to start the war against him; a birthplace indeed. Sam was on his ass now, the plan for the Last Stranding almost complete. It had been years, but you plagued him still.

“Guess this will be goodbye, darlin’,” Higgs whispered to the dry wind.

The desert had been in a drought ever since your explosive defiance. Timefall rarely fell anymore, and the rain that somehow managed to survive the apocalypse, all but dissipated with your dying breath. The voidout snapped the atmosphere back together, damning the world for ever fucking with you.

“I’ll be joinin’ ya soon at least,” Higgs disappeared from the crater in a flash of gold, as he had done when you left this realm, for a final time.

You managed to leave behind that legacy you wished for after all.

Higgs paced in his room. Perhaps room was far too kind of a word for it; cell suited much better. Boredom gnawed away at his bones. Ever since his failure to end the world, for a second time, he never thought he’d wish for something to make life feel worth living.

The crew aboard the DHV Magellan had imprisoned him on the ship for months. They were discussing what the best course of action would be for the dangerous man, all while he slowly lost his mind. Higgs found himself praying for death, company, or even just a goddamned slice of pizza.

“Ugh,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against the wall. The cold room contained an uncomfortable cot, a toilet, and a sink. He didn’t even get a window. Or a blanket.

A knock sounded from the door. Spinning, his heart pounded as it always did during that time of day. He was either getting dinner, or finally being sentenced to death. Unluckily for him, he was presented with only more of the insipid food.

Fragile glared at him through the small window of his door. She bent down, and slid the tray through the opening at the bottom, “Eat.”

Approaching the door and reaching a hand out, Higgs begged, “Fragile, wait–”

She left before he could finish his sentence. He deflated. At least when Die-Hardman came around, the two would engage in conversation for a few minutes, even if the shorter man didn’t really seem to want to.

Plopping down on the floor, Higgs crossed his legs and began to consume his bland sustenance. He had thought about not eating before, as death seemed better than what his life had become most days. Yet, when you came around pleading that he eat, he couldn’t help but cave.

You; it always came back to you. Higgs pondered as he ate, Why do they bother with me at all? Not that I’m complainin’ but… it doesn’t make sense. We seem to get on well, but I’m their fuckin’ enemy, right? There’s something different about ‘em, that’s for sure. But just what the hell is it?

He went to bed that night with those puzzling thoughts flooding his mind, as they had for as long as he’d been a prisoner. Fragile didn’t like you coming around his cell often. You were too ‘kind hearted’ as she’d put it. She worried Higgs would manipulate you, or worse, hurt you somehow.

Another knock sounded throughout the dim space, pulling Higgs from his shallow sleep. He sat up, and looked towards the door.

“Hey,” you whispered, popping into view in the small slit.

You found ways to sneak to him anyway.

Higgs jumped out of bed, bounding over, “Hey.”

“You’ll never guess what I found,” the corners of your eyes wrinkled, and Higgs wished he could see the smile decorating your face.

“What is it?”

You disappeared from view, and slid something under the door. Higgs’ breath caught in his chest.

The Wisdom of the Egyptians; a book he read countless times in his youth. It helped shape the man he had become and he never thought he’d lay eyes upon it again.

“How did you get this?” He picked up the book and stared at it in awe.

“I have my ways,” you drawled, coming back into view.

“Sure fuckin’ do,” he laughed, getting closer to the door. Peering down, he was able to take in more of your face.

Eyeliner framed your captivating eyes. He recalled when you asked about his makeup around when he was first captured, and how the simple question allowed him to break free from his vow of silence. He rambled endlessly about the ancient Egyptians after; their ways of life, religion and culture. Anything and everything; he went on about it all. The kohl, he told you, made him feel more comfortable; more himself. You had managed to scrounge some up afterwards, and ever since, your eyes matched what his own used to look like.

It was then that he told you about the book too. He looked down again, “I can’t have this.”

“I know,” you whispered, looking over your shoulder to ensure no one had entered the hall. “Read some, then I’ll take it back with me.”

“You’re stickin’ around?”

“Duh,” you teased.

He smiled, and nodded. Turning, he pressed his back to the door and slid down. The book trembled in his hands; a piece of himself, given through you. It finally clicked.

What was different about you was how you saw the man he used to be. You saw his interests, his humor, alongside his pain and his loneliness. You saw Peter, not the failed pharaoh he tried to become.

He gulped, and opened the book. However, his eyes were unable to make sense of any of the words, for all he could think about was you. Slowly, traitorously, hot tears began to spill from his eyes.

All his life he had failed. No matter what he did, how powerful he became, or how much of his humanity he threw away, it never amounted to shit. He was nothing, and yet, you made him feel like he could still be something.

“Hey,” he whispered, voice raspy from the tears.

“Yeah?”

Higgs put the book down, and slid it back underneath the door.

“Um, hello? That was a pain in the ass to get for you.”

“I know all the words anyway,” he retorted.

“No way. I had to go through BT territory for that.”

“Give it a read yourself then. It’s just,” he trailed off.

“It’s just what?”

He couldn’t find the words at first. It felt like a betrayal unto himself, but when he finally spoke, the sentence lifted a weight he didn’t realize he was carrying. “It’s not me anymore,” his lips trembled with the growing fear of not knowing who he was at all.

You shifted on the other side of the door. Higgs heard the book open, as you began to read in silence to yourself. An hour passed. The two of you sat in a peaceful quiet while you read through the pages that made a man Higgs was now putting to rest. It was odd, but your presence comforted, as it always had since he met you.

“Shit,” you whispered, “I think Die-Hardman’s awake. I gotta go.”

“Wait,” Higgs rose, pressing against the door to catch a glimpse of you.

“Don’t worry,” you met his eyes through the small window, “I’ll come back soon. Fragile finally stopped guarding me so heavily.”

“Better not be lyin’ to me now,” Higgs attempted to sound more grounded than he felt.

“Oh? And what will you do about it if I am?”

“I’ll uh…” a snarky reply failed him, his mind still jumbled from the mess you had made of it. “Whatever. Fuck you.”

You giggled, and hurried off just as footsteps grew louder around the corner.

–

Many nights passed, and soon the depression began to tug Higgs back down into its endless darkness. He hadn’t realized how spending time with you made things a bit more bearable; to have someone look at him without hatred in their eyes, but rather, a form of understanding.

At last, you finally arrived again with the rising moon.

“About time, was close to losin’ my damn mind…” Higgs quickly dropped the indifferent facade, stopping in his tracks. His eyes went wide as a wonderful smell entered his nose, “No fucking way.”

“Way,” you smiled, sliding a plate under the door.

The most glorious, beautiful, downright sexy view he’d ever seen greeted him. An actual slice of pizza.

“I could kiss you,” he whispered, picking up the plate and holding it with a sense of worship.

You blushed, the act definitely one you had daydreamed about before, “When’s the last time you brushed your teeth?”

“How long have I been locked up here?”

“Um, are you serious?”

He smiled at you, and relished the hint of yours in return, “Thank you.”

“Whoa…”

“Shut up. Pizza is worth being grateful for.”

“Okay, Higgs. Okay,” you put your hands up defensively, even though he could not see the action.

He paused. Ever since your last conversation, a single thought plagued him more than any other. It became a battle in his mind, and he found himself in constant turmoil over it. Yet, being in your presence again, he found it wasn’t that arduous at all.

“Peter.”

“What?”

“Just,” he stuffed a greedy mouthful of food into his face to mask his nerves, “Peter.” The name came out muffled, and almost shy, but a new beginning for him nonetheless.

That night, you grew determined. The man had done terrible things, but he had also served a very long sentence for such already. He was kept under lock and key, even though his DOOMS had entirely left him after returning from the Beach. There was nothing to occupy his mind, and the cruelty of it at last forced you into action.

Somehow, someway, over the next few weeks, you managed to convince Fragile that he deserved another chance. You continued to visit him in secret, and felt a growing sense that if given the opportunity, he might finally get things right. And if it came down to it? If he proved he was still the same man Amelie helped craft? Then his death sentence could be passed.

But just one more chance, because third time's the charm after all, right?

–

The wind blew in Peter’s hair. With his eyes closed, he breathed in the crisp, morning air. Upon opening his eyes, he froze, seeing you matching his stance.

Your eyes were still shut, your hair framing your face in a way that made him lose himself in the details. Heavy packs strained both of your muscles, and your legs cramped from the hike, but the view atop the mountain was worth all the aches and pains it brought.

You had seen him, despite all the reasons for everyone to give up on the man, you had seen him, and decided to help him. He stepped in front of you, blocking the sun that caressed your face in the most lovely way. Your eyes opened, confusion working its way over your features. A hand reached up to your cheek. Then the other. Unable to stop himself, he pulled you into him, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

And you absolutely melted.

The kiss deepened, neither of you wishing for it to end. Peter could feel his heart racing; you could feel yours. With the wind blowing, and snow gently hitting the ground, the world felt as if it only existed for the two of you then. The warm sun despite the cold air, the feel of each other against–

A cough.

The two of you were pulled from your stupor; Sam’s presence at last remembered.

“Can we get goin’ now?” He mumbled, feeling awkward.

“Ya always know how to ruin the moment Sammy boy.”

You blushed, embarrassment and elation at war within you, as you listened to the exchange.

“Whatever. I’m goin’ and if you ain't comin’ with,” Sam held up a small remote, “I’m usin’ this.”

“Okay, fuck off, I’m comin’…” the taller man gave in, catching your eyes before following after Sam.

Fragile insisted that Peter wear a shock collar of sorts whenever he went out on deliveries. She still didn’t fully trust the man, and wanted to ensure that not only her people were safe, but the rest of the world was as well. And just maybe, it was a little bit for his own good too. You didn’t like it, Peter even less so, but it was the ultimatum she gave and the one that was ultimately accepted.

You walked up next to him, and he slipped his hand into yours.

Sam watched out of the corner of his eye. He, like Fragile, had worried about you. Ever since Higgs, Peter, came aboard the ship, you were practically glued to the man in a way no one understood. Your kind heart was a detriment, he had thought, but now, he saw that it was his own beliefs that were.

All Peter needed was someone; someone who gave him the chance to find himself; his true self. You showed him you were willing to give him such grace, and in turn, he showed everyone that there was still something buried deep within him that had the capacity for good.

Peter kicked a foot out, and Sam stumbled.

The hot spring in front of you was the most glorious thing you had seen in ages. After lugging a heavy package for the Tar Therapist up a mountain for the better part of the day, relief washed over you at the sight. Your destination was just a bit further up the incline, but you felt you earned this reprieve.

Putting down your pack, you slipped free of your clothes stinking of the recent timefall. Dipping a toe into the water, you tested its temperature. It was perfect. You climbed into the pool and sighed as its warmth engulfed your weary body.

The feeling was amazing, and you allowed yourself to relax. Hot water eased your tense muscles, and a sense of tiredness began to tug your eyelids closed. With the sun working its way down to the distant horizon, you almost considered just sleeping there all night.

But when were you ever so lucky?

Something wrapped around your ankles, and as soon as the feeling registered in your brain, you were pulled below the water. Holding your breath, you reached with frantic hands towards whatever was attacking you.

Fingers grasped something slimy, and you tried to peel it free from your flesh. Suckers glued the tentacle to your skin, and soon your lungs began to burn. Your eyes struggled against the warm water, and bubbles floated from your mouth.

As black dots began to swarm your vision, the tentacle finally relented, and slipped away into the darkness. You pushed yourself up, gulping in air with greedy lungs. Swiveling your head around, you saw none other than Higgs sitting at the edge of the hot spring.

“Hey darlin’.”

“What the fuck was that for?!”

“Hm?” Higgs tilted his head, smiling, “Just sayin’ hi.”

You stood up, and glared down at him. His smile widened, as he took you in; all of you. Blushing, you attempted to cover yourself with your hands.

“Oh please,” Higgs waved his hand, “no need for that.”

“What do you want?”

“Well,” he smirked, “need I really say it?”

You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for his antics. After a long day, you wanted peace and quiet.

“I’m tired,” you said, patience running thin.

“Don’t worry,” Higgs lazily moved his feet in the water, hands resting in his lap. “Let me do all the work; I can take care of you.” He winked.

You blushed, as a pang of want hit you; his stupid face winning you over. What he offered would be good stress relief, after all…

“Ugh,” you dropped your hands, giving in. “Fine.”

His eyes lit up as he flashed another wicked grin. That familiar, slimy feeling returned and your legs were pulled out from underneath you by your ankles. The strong muscles peeled your feet apart as your back hit the water. More tentacles rose from the water, and wrapped around your wrists. Your heartbeat quickened.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You called out to Higgs, who only continued to watch you.

“I’m taking care of you!” He retorted with a dangerous sweetness in his voice.

“This is not what I had in mind.”

“I know,” he laced his fingers together, “but you’re gonna be callin’ out my name all the same, honey.”

You bit your lip as you tested your bindings. There was a little bit of give, but you couldn’t escape. The thought both scared you and turned you on. Looking back at Higgs, you grew curious as to when he was going to get in the water with you.

Another tentacle dragged along your side in the water, sending a jolt down your spine. The warm water, and your growing arousal made you begin to sweat with anticipation. Breaking the surface of the water between your legs, the larger muscle seemed to stare at you.

“Higgs.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Don’t tell me you’re…”

He laughed in response, continuing to languidly drag his feet back and forth in the water.

“Higgs!”

“Oh hush, I know that filthy mind of yours is just beggin’ to get fucked by whatever I’m offerin’.”

You swallowed your reply, as you felt your cunt cinch with his words. Hot water mixed with your slick, and the image of Higgs just watching it all made you even more wet.

The tentacle moved forward, ghosting over your puffy clit. One of its suckers captured the bud, and your body exploded with ecstasy. A moan escaped your lips, much louder than you intended.

“Fuck,” Higgs whispered, eyes both unblinking and unmoving from your pussy.

The sucker continued to roll against your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire being. Your hips bucked up into the feeling, chasing a high that was growing far too fast.

“You’re greedy, ain’tcha?” Higgs drawled, licking his lips.

“Ngh,” you moaned.

Pulling back, the sucker released your clit with a pop, and the tentacle moved back down. It prodded your entrance, and your mind began to get fuzzy at feeling its girth.

“You look so hot right now,” Higgs praised.

“Shut up,” you growled, the act of thinking becoming hard.

“Oh,” he pouted, and the tentacle withdrew from your cunt. You groaned, and lifted your head. Higgs remained seated at the edge of the hot spring, with a dumb frown on his face. “Bein’ mean when I’m here offerin’ to take good care of you,” he shook his head.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled. The tentacle shifted in the water, and went lower, poking at your asshole. Your mind went blank. “Don’t,” you snarled.

Higgs chuckled, and the tentacle dipped all the way back down into the water. You no longer felt it touching you and worry filled your mind with whatever he was planning. The anxiety didn’t build for long, for the muscle finally broke the surface of the water again, and wrapped around your throat.

With wide eyes, you watched as it aimed at your open mouth in surprise, and sunk into it. The slimy muscle was surprisingly cold as it pumped into your mouth. Suppressing your gag reflex, you relaxed your throat as it slipped in and out. Tears filled your eyes, and drool spilled from your lips.

“Mfgh,” you groaned around the intrusion.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” Higgs said under his breath, leaning forward to watch the display under greater scrutiny.

Your throat began to burn from the greedy tentacle pistoning into it. Attempting to rub your legs together to satisfy your own selfishness, you were reminded of your situation. Your legs didn’t move an inch, remaining spread open for Higgs’ voracious gaze.

“Takin’ it so well,” he cooed, his own mind drunk on lust.

You squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed with sensation. The tentacles pulled tighter around your extremities, in line with Higgs’ own firm hold on his hands. He dug his fingers into the silicone, and if it were his flesh body instead, his knuckles would have gone white from the pressure.

Biting his lip, his eyes narrowed, watching the water shift around your soaked cunt. The way your legs tried to pull in any direction and failing made his cock on the Beach twitch in response. He moaned, your pleasure his own.

Relenting, the thick tentacle at last withdrew from your sore throat. You coughed, a slimy substance having coated the inside of your mouth. Pulling your wrists, you wished to wipe away all of the fluids that coated your face. You couldn’t.

“Higgs.”

“What’s up baby?”

“Are you going to fuck me yet or not?”

“Language, honey!” With a twisted smile, the tentacle dipped back down into the water for a second time. 

You could feel your pussy pulsing with a need Higgs was denying. He was toying with you, seeing how long you could go before you’d break. Rising, his face became hidden in shadow, backlit by the setting sun. He looked intimidating, the faintest glint reminding you that his eyes still remained locked onto yours.

The smaller tentacles pulled your limbs straight out, your body going taut over the water. Its warmth caressed your ass, but the whole front of your body shivered from the cold air. Higgs stepped down into the water.

“Well? What do we say?” He teased, his false hands running up your thighs.

“Fuck you.”

“On the contrary.”

“Just get on with it already.”

“Sweetheart,” he shook his head, leaning in over top of you, “you get to feel everything. All I get is to watch. So I’m gonna take my time.”

Your jaw clenched, annoyed with understanding. It still didn’t help ease the angry desire burning through your core.

Seeing your displeasure, Higgs decided to throw you a bone. His surprisingly soft hand reached out, and dragged two fingers down your folds. Gasping over the shock, you looked down, watching as he pressed his thumb firmly into your clit.

“Look at me.”

You obeyed.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, as his two fingers sunk into your cunt.

You moaned, fighting to keep your eyes open and on him. He pumped into you with a relaxed pace, not at all caring about your growing need. This was for his own gratification. His thumb pulled back from your clit, as he curled his fingers inside of you.

It was torturous. The pleasure turned to pain the longer he dragged it on. He gave you just enough to feel the knot start to pull tight inside you, then would relent, forcing it to retreat once more.

“Higgs, I can’t…” you pleaded.

“You never answered me, darlin’.”

“What?”

“What do we say?”

Damn him.

“I hate you,” you whispered.

“Close,” he smirked.

“Please, Higgs.”

He said nothing as his fingers pulled from you, finally satisfied. The larger tentacle that had been long forgotten, rose from the water again. You eyed the twisting muscle as it wrapped around Higgs’ body for a change.

It slunk up his left thigh, wrapping around his glowing stomach, then back down into the water behind him. Disappearing momentarily, it reappeared up between his legs, placing itself just where his cock would be.

“Eh? Whatcha think?” He winked.

“I think you’re ridiculous.” No way in hell were you going to admit to him you were so unbelievably turned on.

“I think you’re into it,” he saw through you anyway.

The tentacle twitched in the air, erect and hungry. You blushed, remembering how thick it felt prodding your entrance earlier. The smaller tentacles pulled your legs into the air, hoisting them up comfortably at Higgs’ sides.

He reached his hands out, gripping your hips as he leaned forward. The large tentacle swiped at your folds, and your mind became a cruel place; the thought of it entering you almost enough to send you right over the edge.

Higgs’ face displayed only one emotion in that moment; pure and utter joy. He loved watching the way you twitched underneath him, greedy and ready for his faux-cock. He’d do anything to escape from the Beach and fuck you for real.

The way your arms pulled at your restraints, trying to touch him, yourself, anything, forced his mind into an animalistic heat. Licking his lips like the hungry predator he was, he pushed his hips forward, and with it, the twisting tentacle.

Moving down to your weeping cunt, the muscle poked your entrance. It wiggled, searching for the give that your body quickly offered. The tip sunk into you with a slimy pop, eliciting a gasp from not just you, but Higgs as well. He couldn’t feel it, but your visage mixed with his dirty mind ensured that when he woke on the Beach, his pants would be soaked.

“How’s that?” He whispered, voice already wrecked.

“It’s–”

He cut you off, forcing out a loud moan from your lips as he sunk more of the tentacle inside. It moved around with a life of its own, writhing against your walls. Its suckers occasionally caught against the gummy flesh, sending your mind spiralling.

“Yeah…” he breathed out against your face, though no air left his lips. “Of course ya like it. You want me to fuck ya ‘till that mind of yours is gone, don’tcha?”

You nodded, face flushed and muscles aching. The tentacles that supported your body were enough to help it remain upright, but the stress still began to hurt.

“Tell me,” Higgs growled into your ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me, Higgs, please, fuck me, I need you, please,” the words left in a slurred babble from your lips, while the tentacle continued to squirm around inside of you.

“Okay baby,” he whispered, licking your neck before pulling away.

His fingers dug deeper into the flesh of your hips, as he pulled his own back. The tentacle dragged through you, and you couldn’t help but groan in response. It ceaselessly wiggled as it moved from you, finally slipping free with another pop.

“Goddamn,” Higgs praised, watching the way your body flexed underneath him.

Your mouth hung open, as you watched the man above you. The sun had set, and the sky behind him grew dark. Soon, the only light that illuminated your filthy act was the light from his very stomach.

He slammed the tentacle back into you; it was stiff enough to fuck you like a real cock, but plenty limber to swirl around once inside.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasped as he pounded into you with the pace of a man who no longer wished to tease.

In that moment, he needed you to cum just as much as you did. Higgs was drunk on desire; the way he was able to ruin you, ruined him in return. The tentacle pistoned into you, suckers gripping at your drenched insides.

Even smaller tentacles began to rise from the water, twisting around your body in a way that screamed ownership. One curled around your torso, stopping at a nipple. A sucker captured the sensitive bud, playing with it in a way that made your moans rise in pitch.

Another tentacle slipped around your throat again, pulling just tight enough to make your head begin to float. Your eyes watered, as the stimulation your body received started to become all too much.

“Higgs,” you cried out, as a final tentacle rose, one of its suckers latching onto your swollen clit. “Fuck! Higgs!”

His pupils were blown wide as he watched you throw away all your dignity. Keeping his pace, he reached a hand up, running it over your stomach, and all the way up to the middle of your chest. An evil smile spread over his golden lips, and he pushed down.

The force caused your head to dip under the water, and you held your breath, a state of panic washing over you. Higgs pounded your fluttering cunt harder while all the other tentacles continued their attacks on your body.

Your oxygen was slowly being used up, the pressure in your head rose, but the knot in your stomach was getting tighter despite it all. Feeling your walls squeeze in desperation, you knew you were close.

The outline of Higgs above the water made him appear as nothing more than a phantom. Though, perhaps, that wasn’t far from the truth.

“Cum for me baby,” his muffled voice demanded. “Ya ain’t gettin’ air ‘till ya do.”

Everything began to spin, black dots making a return to your vision. You pulled at your restraints, your body only getting weaker. Every muscle in your body was shaking, but your heart was the worst of them all.

The sucker on your clit squeezed harder against the puffy flesh, and your orgasm hit you like a truck. You screamed out the rest of the air in your lungs, bubbles exploding from your mouth. Warmth flooded your core, quickly spreading through your veins. Your mind went blank, as your walls held onto the questionable faux-cock for dear life.

Higgs’ hand retreated from your chest, slipping underneath you and pulling you up. You gasped in the cold air as your high continued to crash through you. The smaller tentacles all left your body, slipping away into the dark water. Higgs wrapped his arms around your body, hoisting you up against his chest.

The large tentacle stayed comfortably inside of you, wiggling with a tired energy.

“You’re,” you struggled to say as you continued to suck in air, “a fucking douchebag.”

“Ya okay?”

The words left Higgs’ lips with a softness you had never heard from him before. Cruelty was his dogma, so when tenderness greeted you instead, your brain couldn’t seem to function. Your name left his lips next, and that brought you back to reality, not due to the moniker, but because of how that sweetness lingered when he spoke it.

“I’m okay,” you whispered.

Higgs leaned forward, lips ghosting over your forehead. Lost in contemplation, perhaps he too did not know how to confront his own dichotomy. You looked up. He looked down. Even his eyes felt different.

Then, a smile. Closing the distance, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. It was soft, warm, and so not him. The two of you flirted and made out on multiple occasions, but this was your first time sleeping together. Why had sex brought out a different side to him? Higgs always acted like an animal, and that didn’t change when he fucked you, so who was this man now before you?

He finally pulled out of you, and a sigh left your lips. Shifting out of the bed, Higgs stood, his cock having gone soft. He stalked over to your bathroom, disappearing behind its door.

Your mind wandered. You had always been drawn to the danger that Higgs offered. It was exciting, and made the world feel bigger than it was. He kept you on your toes, he kept you feeling alive. The slightest tremble shook your legs. You tried to convince yourself it was from the sex, but ultimately, you knew better.

The few minutes it took for Higgs to return felt like hours. You forced away your treacherous thoughts, and sat yourself up as he approached with a warm, damp rag. Reaching for it, butterflies filled your stomach when he pulled it back.

“Let me,” he said; the voice, his own, but the offer, not.

You spread your legs anyway.

He wiped away your shared excitement from your sex, next moving to your shaking thighs. His touch remained the opposite of his very being, and you watched in pure reverence. The pink flush that dusted his cheeks, the sweat that glued his hair to his face, and the slightest tremble from his fingers all captivated you in a way that you almost grew mad at him for.

“Are you okay?” You found your voice, returning his aftercare.

“I’m fucking great,” he beamed. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your now clean thigh. His stubble tickled, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Spend the night,” you whispered, an addiction to this side of him settling within you.

“Oh?” He looked up, and all of his wickedness returned.

You huffed, and gently placed your foot to his shoulder. Pushing him, Higgs sat back on his legs and you crossed your arms, “Don’t be annoying about it.”

“I’ll always be annoying about it.”

“Hm… okay, I rescind my offer.”

“Nope, too late. Can’t do that,” with a smirk, Higgs turned and tossed the rag towards your hamper. It hit the furniture before falling to the floor, and your eyebrow twitched.

“Pick that up.”

“Nuh-uh,” getting out of the bed again, his warmth already missed, he put on his boxers. He made his way to your kitchen and poured a single glass of water. Walking back to you with a sort of quickness in his steps, he took a few gulps from the glass, before extending it to you, “Here.”

“Gee, thanks,” you grabbed the cup and drank the rest of the liquid.

Higgs crawled back into bed with you. Snuggling under your blankets, he wiggled up to your side and threw his arm over your midsection. You put the glass down on your sidetable, and shifted down, resting comfortably next to him.

You turned to face him, and ran a finger down his nose. Pushing some of his hair from his eyes next, you each stared in silence at the other.

“Falling for me?” He asked, tone keeping his promise; vexing as ever.

“You wish,” you retorted with a roll of your eyes.

“Maybe.”

Your stomach twisted at his words.

No way. Not him. You couldn’t.

Nothing more was said. His heat was comforting, his hold even more so. Drowsiness tugged you each down into a dreamless sleep, your previous acts having drained you far more than you realized.

Before you knew it, a soft, orange hue painted your eyelids. Your eyes pried open, and the view you were greeted with took the air from your lungs. Higgs had not moved; his face inches from yours, lips parted and drooling. There was a sense of peace in his features. No amount of his viciousness remained.

He simply looked human.

You don’t know how long you stared in awe, it could've been minutes or hours, but at last, the light from your faux-window convinced his eyes to open as well.

“Mmh,” he groaned, smiling at seeing your vulnerability. “Creep.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you blushed, embarrassed to have been caught.

He leaned forward, and stole a kiss from you.

“Your breath stinks,” you grumbled, trying to act like your heart wasn’t threatening to break free from your chest.

“Yours too.”

You placed your palm on his forehead, and pushed him back. His eyes were half-lidded, not yet wishing to be fully awake. Sliding your hand down his cheek, you cupped his face.

“Careful,” his voice came out with a rasp, “borderin’ on domestic there.”

“I’ll kick you out if you keep talking.”

His eyes came alive with your irritation, “Best shut me up then, huh?”

“That’s a great idea,” you whispered.

Your own tiredness began to retreat, a quickening heartbeat forcing your body into motion. You shifted up on your elbow, dropping your other hand onto the bed next to Higgs. He moved with you, lying flat on his back as he watched you with amused eyes.

You leaned down. Pressing your lips deep into his, he let out a noise that caused your stomach to flip. His hands reached up, sliding over your sides with a firm hold to ensure he wasn’t still dreaming. You made sure to take your time, memorizing the way he felt against you, and what he reacted to the most.

You soon learned he seemed to quite enjoy when you–

“Fuck,” he whispered, hand tangling into your hair. Pulling your head back, he stared at you for a moment with parted lips. “Do that again.”

Smirking, you leaned back down into him, and bit his bottom lip. You tugged on it, and he let out a small moan in response.

“God,” he breathed into your mouth, kissing you with a newfound hunger.

His lips no longer kissed you with the remnants of sleep; he was awake, alert and in need. You kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm. His tongue slid from his mouth into yours, and it made your arms go weak. Flopping down onto his chest, your hands reached for the sides of his face while his own wrapped you in an embrace.

Sweet nothings filled the room in the form of your kisses being exchanged messily. Once again, a side to Higgs no one ever saw was with you in that moment. There was a sense of vulnerability at play, and you still weren’t sure what caused it.

Pulling back to breathe, his next words entirely ruined the moment, “I gotta piss.”

“Hold it then,” you grumbled, capturing his lips back in a quick kiss.

“Mmf,” his lips pushed into yours before pulling back again. “No, like, it’s bad.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, rolling off of him.

Higgs moved out of the bed and practically ran to your bathroom. You laid on your back, and tried to think rationally.

Stop feeling this way. He’s just some fun to have here and there. That’s it. Don’t fall for him. Don’t fall for–

Interrupting your thoughts, Higgs exited your restroom after a moment, and stretched his arms up in the air with a yawn. His eyes caught yours, and the corners wrinkled in a way that told you that you were in serious trouble.

In more ways than one.

He jogged across the room and jumped on top of you. Letting his full weight fall onto you, your lungs deflated as you smacked his back.

“Asshole!”

He laughed in response, caging your head in between his arms. Resting on his elbows, he dipped his head down and resumed kissing you like a man whose heart wasn’t filled with hate and destruction.

You kissed him back, and allowed yourself to get lost in it; in him. His fingers entwined in your hair again, and the way his nails gently scratched your scalp forced all those unsafe thoughts to return.

“Higgs,” you whispered against his lips.

“Yeah?” He kissed you again and again.

“I have to go to the facility today for work.”

“Nah. You’re sick. Call off.”

You could feel your blush before he saw it decorate your cheeks. Listening to your better sense, you shook your head, “Can’t.”

“I’ll send in a bomb threat.”

“Higgs!”

“I could actually bomb it?”

You rolled your eyes, but a part of you wasn’t sure how much he was actually joking, “I have to go.”

His eyes narrowed, and his hold in your hair grew tight. Pulling the strands, your scalp began to burn. He tilted his head and leaned down, biting your neck. Pain blossomed from the pressure he applied, eliciting a wince from you. His tongue shot out next, and licked the sore spot. He began to suck and nip at the sensitive flesh, and you recognized all too late what he was doing.

“Oh you motherfucker,” you pushed him back and rubbed the hickey he left.

“Can’t let your coworkers thinkin’ you’re available now,” he drawled, happiness in his voice.

“I am though.”

“Nope.”

“Whatever.”

He smiled and collapsed next to you.

Going on about your day afterwards was very difficult. All day at work, Higgs plagued your mind and the gentleness he had exposed to you. You still didn’t understand where it came from. Or why. He’d joked about the two of you being something, but you both knew that’s all it was; a joke. He had his prerogative, and that didn’t involve anyone but him, and Amelie. It couldn’t.

Which is why he knew he messed up.

Higgs would never tell you, but the previous night was actually the first time he ever had sex with anyone. A nervous fucking wreck he was, but he managed to play it off well. However, it definitely changed things for him.

There was a choice to be made; he knew it, as did you. But for the time being, he allowed himself to live in his happiness. A fleeting emotion for him, as it had been his whole life. There was no way of knowing what the future would bring, and for once, he let that be okay.

He let himself be okay.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Typing away at your computer, you had no idea that very evening would be your last night of normalcy. Blinking was now a foreign concept as your eyes burned red, all too focused on the report that needed finishing up. You’d just got done a months-long trip to locations all across the country, with only one goal; obtaining more knowledge on the various affects of chiralium contamination.

After meeting so many poor souls, you did not wish to leave the safety of your cold, protected haven ever again. The horrors you witnessed left an awful taste in your mouth, and compassion began to run thin. You feared catching the sickness that consumed the people you studied, but Bridges assured you that the tech sent with you and your high level DOOMS would be enough to keep you safe.

Ever since you were young, you knew you wanted to work for the company. Being able to go out into your broken world, and help try reconnecting its pieces, always sounded like a good enough plan. Better than wasting away in a shelter at least.

Typing your concluding remarks, you, at last, finished up the gruelling endeavor. You yawned, rubbing your strained eyes. Your higher-ups would be pleased, and you hoped a promotion might be on the horizon. Rising from your seat for the first time in hours, you grabbed your jacket, and exited your cubicle. Tired feet carried you in a daze.

The halls had long since emptied, morning much closer than you realized. Making your way through the office, you moved with your brain in a fog towards the residential side of the vast facility. Your footsteps suddenly grew louder, and you stopped, your exhausted mind confused. The sound persisted.

You turned around, and confusion grew at a Bridges operative tailing you awkwardly. Jumping at being seen, he stopped.

“Oh! Sorry,” he shifted, nerves moving his body without his consent, “I uh, called out a few times, but um. Yeah, haha, tired, huh?”

You blinked sluggishly, taking in the maladroit man’s account. Had he been calling out to you? Fuck, probably. You could barely focus enough to think; all your brain was able to manage was the image of your warm, soft bed waiting for you.

“Sorry,” your words came out as tired as you felt, “a little out of it.”

“Right, no worries!” He waved his hand, stepping closer to you. With his head bowed, the Bridges cap he wore obscured his eyes. “Um, well, I need a little bit of help.”

Annoyance washed over you. Couldn’t this man bother someone else? Casting your eyes over the empty halls, you cursed your irregular sleep schedule.

“Sure.”

“Okay! Thanks! Sorry, new here and all, got a little lost and felt bad to bother someone clearly busy and,” the man rambled on and on as he spoke erratically with his hands. Your eyebrow twitched in further vexation as anxiety urged his never-ending prattling.

He stopped, and your eyes caught briefly. You could see smudged eyeliner framing his shadowed eyes, and you realized he was actually pretty handsome. Recognizing his foolishness, his words slowed down and he cleared his throat.

“Sorry,” he apologized for the umpteenth time, “what I need to know is where the dropoff area is for deliveries.”

“Uh,” you rubbed the palm of your hand over your forehead, “at the front?”

“Oh! No, sorry, not that, I mean, where do they wind up?” He grabbed his thumb, and twisted the digit in an attempt to soothe himself.

“Ah,” you breathed out, “come with me, I can show you.” You despised yourself in that moment for being a halfway decent person, but his clear anxiety made you feel a little bad. Remembering what it was like when you first started out there, you considered how intimidating everything had felt.

And he was kinda cute, so whatever, right?

The two of you walked in silence as morning came, faces beginning to fill the previously vacant halls. He stalked close behind you, and the warmth from his body reached yours. It made you a little uncomfortable, but you were too tired to dwell on it. After a short walk, the blessed door you searched for came into view. Lifting a finger, you pointed it out to the man.

“There.”

“Thank you!” He beamed, walking up to your side before freezing in place. “But um…” With his unfinished sentence, you hated yourself already for what you were about to say.

“What is it?”

“Could you come with me? There’s uh, something I’m not sure about…”

People walked past the two of you; how quickly the space came alive with the rising sun. You wanted to tell him to ask anyone else, but guilt struck you as soon as the thought came. Just one more thing, then you’d be able to go sleep.

“Sure,” with your consent, you both entered the darkened room. You flipped the lightswitch on, as the area didn’t see much traction during such early hours. “So what was–”

Your words instantly cut off as the man behind you put you into a chokehold. With lungs burning, your head began to feel tight as you struggled against his strong grasp. All of your tiredness washed from you in an instant, and you cursed yourself for overlooking one simple thing because of it.

This man had fucking DOOMS.

You were the only DOOMS sufferer in the whole facility. If another were to have been hired, you would’ve been the first to have known. And most certainly, a DOOMS sufferer with such a high level as his that you sensed, would not be on goddamned package duty.

Idiot.

“Now,” he drawled in your ear, while pressing his back against the door, “if I let go, you gonna behave? Or you want me to snap this fine neck of yours?”

Your face burned as hot as your lungs. Just enough oxygen leaked through his hold to keep you conscious, but not enough to stop your swimming head. Accepting you had no choice, you shook your head no. You were fucked.

“Good,” he loosened his grip, and you scrambled forward in a hurried gait. Spinning, you locked eyes with the man, then to the muzzle of a pistol, both staring you down. “Thank ya kindly for comin’ to this nice and lonely spot with me. Can’t believe it worked; was really fightin’ with myself on how I’d manage to trick a DOOMS sufferer. ‘Preciate you makin’ it easy for me.”

With his words and a wink, his entire demeanor shifted. The awkward, gangly man you met was gone; a facade worn to make you susceptible. You bit your lip in fear at knowing the potential identity of the dangerous man before you.

“So. Read all about ya,” he went on with a casual tone, “and I gotta say, I’m impressed.”

Wide eyes stared back at him, unsure of what to make of such a proclamation.

“I’m sure you got it figured out by now who I am,” he waved the gun briefly to himself, before it aimed onto your face once more. Higgs Monaghan. Yeah; you knew the fucker. During your expedition, you did have fears of running into the terrorist and his Demens. You considered yourself lucky when no such confrontation happened, not once considering your facility was just as easily a playing ground for the man. “So I’ll just get on with it. Wanna work for me?”

Disbelief decorated your features, his offer not at all what you intended to hear, “What?”

“Think about it,” he licked his lips, “you have access to all sorts of Bridges’ shit in here, and with a high level of DOOMS on top of that? I’d say we’re a match made in heaven.”

He was asking you to betray all that you knew. Such treachery would also end countless lives, you were sure, so the next words you spoke left your lips with foolish confidence.

“Fuck no.”

Higgs flashed his teeth in a snarling grin, “Oh? Got a conscience do ya?” He laughed, swaying his hips as he shifted his weight, reaching for something in his back pocket. “Thing is though, you ain’t as clean as you think.”

“What are you talking about?” Your life had always been rather mundane, the recent expedition you’d gone on the most excitement you had seen in years. You certainly never committed acts of terrorism like the man holding a fucking gun to your face.

So just what did he mean?

“Here,” Higgs tossed you the cuff link he pulled from his pocket. “Why don’t you take a look through that ol’ thing. Wasn’t easy to get.”

You caught the device, recognizing it as a model used by the higher-ups in your research facility. Slapping it onto your wrist, dread began to build in your stomach. Your still-burning eyes scanned the many documents stored on it. Reading through its condemning words, you hoped the knowledge you were gaining was just the work of a man trying to manipulate you. Yet the proof was all there. Signatures, photos, approvals and damnation; all laid out neatly before you.

“This can’t be real,” your lip trembled as you continued to stare at the evidence.

“Surely you’re smarter than that.”

Breaths came out shakily through your nose as you attempted to calm yourself. Even one such as Higgs couldn’t fake this; there was too much proof. You felt your world crushing down around you, as your eyes reread the document that caused you the most distress.

Our newest hire has an extremely high level of DOOMS. This would make the individual a perfect candidate for Operation Patsy. We can get started right away on the administration of chiralium, which would allow for a springtime conclusion date for the research, following the usual infection rates. All we need is your signature, and work will get underway immediately. God Bless America.

The bottom of the document had been signed off by none other than the president, Bridget Strand. Leader and protector of the country, and your very own employers, responsible for the death and suffering you had spent months researching.

You felt sick.

“Terrible, ain’t it?” Higgs pouted, without a sense of compassion in his eyes.

You stumbled backwards, everything going out of focus, “What the fuck?” It was impossible to comprehend, but you needed to do just that. Your world, your life, a lie, and your enemy, the face of revelation.

“So? What’s one shitty employer for another?” Higgs stepped up to you. His gun lowered to your stomach, muzzle pressing into your shirt. Leaning all the way in, his breath hot against your ear, “At least I’ll be honest with ya.” 

You couldn’t move nor think. If you ran from Bridges, there would surely be hell to pay; you knew too much. And if Higgs made it clear that you knew their dirty secrets, tomorrow would no longer be assured. But established terrorists? How was that any better? An impossible choice, and your brain no longer had the capacity for such a conundrum.

“All you gotta do,” Higgs tilted his head, lips brushing over your neck, “is keep doin’ what you’ve been doin’, yeah?”

Your stomach twisted. Feeling his presence against your skin sent shivers down your spine. The gun was not forgotten, for the pressure he began to apply would surely bruise. And yet a part of you…

“But,” his words broke your line of thought, “someone like you, with those DOOMS of yours, could easily climb the ladder here. So whatever you can scrounge up about this facility's workings, its higher-ups, anything, that comes to me, alright?” He pulled his head back, eyes finding yours. The proximity made you flush, in fear but also with something else.

A pause. Silence. His breathing. Yours.

“BANG!” He shouted suddenly, jabbing his gun deeper into your gut. You jumped in surprise, instinctively squeezing your eyes shut. “That’s your other option,” you opened your eyes, and he winked in response.

You needed time to think, to run through all the possibilities, all outcomes, in your mind. However, you knew Higgs wasn’t going to allow such a thing; you either became his slave, or died. The choice was simple, but not easy.

“I’ll do it,” you whispered, lowering your gaze.

Higgs pulled the gun from your stomach, and raised the muzzle to your chin. He said nothing as the gun lifted your head up to once more meet his eyes.

“A mighty fine choice,” his pupils dilated as he stared at you with all of his insanity. “I look forward to our collaboration. And, if you try to fuck me over, know that I will kill you, your family and everyone you have ever loved or known. Got it?” He smiled.

Ice coursed through your veins, your body going numb with terror, “Got it.”

Higgs holstered his gun, hidden deep within his suit. He stepped away, and turned his back to you. For a moment, you considered attacking him, but almost as fast as the thought came to you, it vanished. You did not want to die, and that would be a stupid, one way ticket straight to hell.

Looking over his shoulder, Higgs smiled at you again, while readjusting his hat. His body deflated, taking on the look of someone way out of his element, and reached for the doorknob.

“I’ll be in touch,” he said, and stepped out into the bright hall.

You weren’t sure how much time passed, for you stood in disbelief in the quiet room trying to put the pieces of your destroyed world back together. When the actual package worker entered the space, you were at last pulled from your stupor. Leaving in an awkward shuffle, you lamented your previous life. You now walked a new path with the most dangerous man in the world.

And you weren’t sure what you feared more; the promise of death, or the desire that had risen in your core despite it.

–

Your fingers trembled as you pulled the USB from the computer. Looking behind, you tried to find comfort in the fact that you were still alone, and it seemed likely to stay that way. It, however, wasn’t enough to stop your shaking body.

It had been a few weeks. Your report got you the promotion you worked so hard for in the past. Yet, your job failed to bring you the same satisfaction anymore, rather becoming a noose around your throat, pulling tight no matter which way you turned.

Higgs had contacted you via cuff link, after days of silence, on a secure line. He congratulated your step up in the company, and demanded you gather intel for him ASAP. The deadline he gave you was not generous in the slightest; you were still lower in ranking, and what he asked for remained way above your pay grade.

He did not care for such things. Get it done, he said.

The hour was late; or early, depending how you wanted to look at it. You stayed in the office all night, as you’d often done prior, under the guise of being a diligent worker. In truth, you were waiting for your chance to slip into one of your higher-up’s workstations.

You worked while covered in a cold sweat, fear of being discovered almost as terrifying as Higgs’ retribution. After the longest hour of your life, you managed to swipe what you needed from the computer.

Stepping away from the desk, you shoved the USB into your pocket. Schematics for a new q-pid were on there, and you hoped it would be enough for Higgs to leave you alone for a while. Maybe even give you a chance to figure out how to escape your perilous situation.

Stalking through the vast office space of your superiors, you opened your cuff link and let Higgs know of your success. A response chimed through almost as fast as you sent your update.

excellent work. ill be there soon for pickup

Soon? Here? You were still in a risky spot, and needed to get back to where you belonged first. Starting to rush, you quickly made your way through the halls, growing frustrated at how much larger the executives’ wing was compared to all else.

Without realizing, you managed to take a wrong turn in your hurry, and found yourself deeper in the area you had no business being in.

A flash. You spun.

“Was havin’ a little trouble pinpointin’ ya,” Higgs drawled, holding up a favored item of yours he took not long after your recruitment.

“Higgs,” you whispered, “we can’t be here.”

The man looked around, wearing his stolen Bridges uniform. Facing you again, he frowned with a shrug, “We both look like we belong.”

“Yeah, but,” you stepped up to him, eyes frantically darting over the space, “we don’t. Even with my promotion, I could get in a lot of trouble if I’m found snooping around in here.”

Higgs smiled, enjoying your discomfort, “Best make it quick then, huh?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, as you withdrew the culprit for your anxiety from your pocket. Handing Higgs the USB, you crossed your arms, waiting for the interaction to be over. He took the device, and looked it over. Satisfied, he slipped it into his suit, and you caught a glimpse of his hidden gun. A knot formed in your stomach.

“So, there’s more,” Higgs began, “got wind of them wantin’ to send ya on another field mission. Somethin’ to do with testin’ out new tech against BTs or some shit.”

“Higgs, can we please discuss this somewhere else?”

“Nope,” he beamed, “as I was saying, gonna need you to bring me some of whatever they got you workin’ with. Can ya do that?”

“It won’t be easy,” you sighed, “something like that will surely have spectators.”

“Make it work.”

Distant footsteps sounded, and you jumped.

“Fuck, I gotta go,” you whispered, looking for an exit.

Higgs grabbed your arm, “I wasn’t done talking to you.”

“Do you want to lose everything that I can do for you here?” You growled in response.

“I got an idea,” he smirked, pulling you into him.

The footsteps grew louder, and soon you couldn’t differentiate them from your pounding heart. Would Higgs jump the two of you out? If so, what was he waiting so long for?

Whoever was approaching was just around the corner. Higgs’ eyes took on a sadistic darkness, as he leaned forward and kissed you.

What the actual fuck?

His lips hungrily pressed into yours, extracting not just the air from your lungs, but your sagacity with it. You leaned into him before you were able to catch yourself, kissing him back, and getting lost in his chaos.

“Uh, ahem,” a voice cleared, snapping the two of you from your combined daze.

“Ah!” Higgs pulled back, and spun to meet the janitor’s eyes. “Oh sorry, uh, heh, we um,” he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, his false face on full display. He even managed to blush. “We got a little carried away there, just ya’know, hard to find time for each other with these busy schedules they keep givin’ us, right? Haha.”

You cringed at his impressive display of awkwardness. The janitor wore a look of disgust, wanting the encounter to end just as much as you did. 

“We’ll uh, be on our way. Please don’t mention this, good man,” Higgs continued to ramble, patting the worker on his shoulder, “won’t happen again. Okay, right, come on sweetheart,” his hand slipped into yours.

The two of you left the office space, and entered a stairwell. Higgs’ hand dropped, and he turned to face you.

“Well?” You asked, attempting to not sound as flustered as you felt.

“Huh?”

“You said you weren’t done talking to me.”

“Oh that,” Higgs nodded, “yeah. I lied.”

“What?”

He smiled a wide, toothy grin at you, before disappearing in a flash of chiralium.

Your hands reached towards your face, fingertips pressing into your closed eyes. You already hated yourself for whatever fucked up things you had felt for the man. But now?