Death Family Supervillain Fic
Finding Lullah (part 1?)
Tallulah could hardly breathe. The sounds of explosions rang through her ears causing her to scream in agony. Her voice was nearly gone, only a rasp left behind with every yelp and scream.
Everything was so loud and overwhelming. She tightened her hands against her ears, but nothing stopped the moans and cries of agony of the dead around her.
She had her eyes tightly sealed. If she ever locked eyes with one of the ghouls they would immediately run to her, their voices haunting her and yelling at her to help them. It was torture. And here stuck in the rubble of a collapsed building more souls awakened, reminding her of all the living that used to live among the walls.
Then, someone tapped her. She shrunk into herself and squirmed away from it. She refused to open her eyes, fearful of what she would see.
A voice, high pitched but soft, yells above the sound of the fighting going on, “You need to get out of here!”
Tallulah shakes her head furiously, tears making their way down her ash ridden cheeks.
She hears whoever was next to her huff and then runs off. The sounds of heroes and villains fighting continue on, but slowly it gets lost in the distance.
It feels like an hour or two goes by before the world goes silent, as silent as it could get with the sound of the dead roaming around.
Tallulah hears something land outside her hiding spot under the debris. She hears a pair of small footsteps run over followed by slower and bigger footsteps. By this time she’s hunched over on the side of her body, knees hiding her face from the world.
“Dad, right here.”
There is a loud sound of rocks being slammed down onto the floor, until Tallulah can feel the cold night air on her again. She hears the footsteps run towards her and stop a foot away.
“Hello!”
She whines.
“We aren’t here to hurt you, we want to help.” It’s the voice of a kid.
Another voice pipes up, deeper, clearly an adult, “Are you hurt?”
Tallulah squeezes further into herself, “It’s s- so- loud.”
The man speaks up again, “loud?”
“They won’t stop please- make them stop.”
The voice, the little boy, questions her, “but it’s only us here?”
Tallulah shakes her head, “No no no no! Not here-“ She hiccups, “ -in my head.”
“Oh.” She feels both of them get closer, “If you want to make them stop we have to get out of here.”
“Yeah!” The little boy excitedly continues, “We will get you out of here. I have some cookies baking back at my house if you want some? We can share!”
Tallulah slowly opens her eyes. Everything is blurry and hazy, but she can make out enough.
In front of her, crouched down, is the supervillain the Angel of Death himself. He is covered in all black and has a bucket hat with a veil that hides his features. Behind him, two gorgeous black wings lay, almost as dark as the night. The boy though, she doesn’t recognize. His identity is hidden behind a skull mask, he is covered in a black and purple hood. There are knives she can see hidden underneath.
Quickly she yelps and hides again, “please don’t hurt me please don’t hurt me.”
The Angel softly responds, “We aren’t going to hurt you mate. By chance, are the voices you’re hearing undead?”
“How did you know? Are you here to lock me up too?”
The boy gasps, “Wha- No! Who would ever do that to you?”
She stays silent.
“Do you have anywhere else to go? Someone we can call?” The Angel asks.
Tallulah stills for a second, then she opens her eyes and lets go of her ears. Slowly she looks around, the only people with her are the Angel and the boy.
The only thing she hears is the Angel and the boy.
A small smile crosses her face, “They- they’re gone. How-“
She looks over at the Angel, something about him feels… different. “You- it was you! How did you…?”
“My dad is pretty cool.” The boy nods proudly.
Tallulah looks in between the boy and the Angel, something about the both of them made her heartache. The way the Angel stands near him, wings almost encasing him. It looked so warm, he looked so loved.
The boy steps forward, one hand out, an invitation. “We can help, I promise.”
“Pinky promise?”
He holds out his pinky, “Pinky promise.”
Tallulah had nobody, she’s never had anybody. But maybe, just maybe, things could change.
