#herohood

They kept coming like an infinite wave. For each one he fell under his powers and sword, more would take their place. One right after the other, alongated limbs and sharp teeth trying to tear into his flesh and rip him to shreds. Bloodborn grunted with effort, sword cutting through flesh, muscle, and bone. The fact that those creatures didn't bleed like humans did made things difficult. Manipulating their blood like he would anyone else was out of the question. But they had brought death and destruction. There were corpses of innocent people on the streets. Men, women, children. Those who weren't fast enough to escape the onslaught. And those…? Those had blood. The one thing that pumped in all their veins, the thing he could use and manipulate to do whatever the hell he wanted. And he did. In his bloody dance of steel, limbs and blood - Bloodborn used his powers to the best of his capabilities. The crimson red liquid accompanied his sword like blades - his power turned to inflict as much damage as possible to those monsters while keeping enough focus on himself to heal any wounds he would get. His clothes were already torn in several places. Dry blood stained his skin and outfit from previous fights. Anyone else would be seeking refuge. A place to lay low. But what would happen if those things propagated? No one would be safe. Uh… was this what it felt like to think as a hero? To put the needs of others above his own? Even if he was still a villain like back in the day - he would still be elbows deep in blood. Who didn't love a fight? A smile crossed his lips as his sword - alongside a second one he had made out of blood - tore one of those creatures' heads clean off before he danced his way out of reach of others' teeth and claws. How many more were there? If this continued for too long… "Bring it on, bitches. I'm not done with you yet."

no matter how many texts or calls he'd pushed through to lucky's phone, tex couldn't reach him. the implications made him sick to his stomach, thinking of what tragedy could have befallen the young hero. with only a few moments to spare in this endless night, tex needed to track lucky down. between fighting alongside the kickstarters, attempting to track down renaissance, and helping other heroes achieve their objectives, he was exhausted, but far too desperate to award himself a break.

now that he had a moment to breathe, he could finally hunker down and start the search for lucky. thankfully, the pair had begun sharing their location with one another for a while now; especially considering the young wolfe's tendency to dive headfirst into danger.

last known location : the wolfe den.

what the hell was he doing there?

confused but determined, the gun-slingin' miracle makes his way over to the theater, fortunate enough to evade the detection of those demons stalking the streets. slipping through an opening in the roof, tex makes his way down to the main auditorium, pushing past the large wooden door.

the scene before him was nothing short of horrific. before him was lucky wolfe, gravely injured and seemingly unconscious.

" dammit! " he curses, nearly hurting himself as he blinks down the aisle, stumbling as the aggressive jump landed him just beside his lover.

" lucks, it's me. can ya hear me? please wake up, man."

" this'll boost my social media presence for sure. " more followers for lone star, the more fun this whole alter ego thing would be. " y'know, we'd break the internet if we went on a little crime fighting date. the young wolfe and the lone cowboy? headlines write themselves. "

This is a short story I made. Please do not use it in your own stories, it will really piss me off.