Villains Lament 3rd person short
Corwin and Leo
tw: blood, injuries
He can barely feel anything, just a small buzz of energy that courses through him, attempting to numb the pain. He has to get up, has to stop them. He pushes up, only to fall back down as someone steps on his back with a cackle.
“Stay down and maybe we’ll let your friend live.”
He looks back at her, her face hidden behind an intricate mask depicting a wolf.
A scream draws his attention straight to Leo, who’s lying on his back looking up at the other sister as she stabs her spear down into his hand.
That’s what does it, that’s what has him pushing himself up despite not having the strength to keep going. Somehow over powering the woman above him as she lets out a startled sound as she falls back.
Leo’s laying to far away, the staff digging into his hand as he cries out in pain. He reaches forward, grabbing her leg but all she does in return is kicking his hand away.
He’s not using his powers, Why isn’t he using his powers?
The woman behind him is standing, raising her own spear. He can’t think. There’s no time to think.
Just a burning anger. At himself, at the circumstances, at every ounce of pain. His energy lashes out, turning a violent red. Pain. So much pain.
His vision is going black, his skin feeling like it’s cracking as the energy is violently pulled out from him. He thinks this is what dying must feel like. So incredibly painful with no end in sight.
He can feel himself losing the strength to even move.
But he is moving. Standing, floating, the energy around him singing a symphony he’s never heard before. Flowing in a bright violet color that makes the world feel too bright. It doesn’t feel right, doesn’t exist like it has always done before.
Now it’s like a separate entity tied to him, drawing everything from him. He can’t stop.
He feels it when the energy hit the woman behind him, feeling like a punch from his own hands. But now she’s on the ground, bleeding, unmoving. Her sister is charging but she barely get’s two steps before she’s blasted back and into the building.
It wants to keep going. Wants to make the pain stop.
He needs to stop. He doesn’t want to hurt, to maim. To kill.
And the energy hears, and it listens. Reacting like a rubber band that’s been stretched thin, it slams back into him without a second thought.
And he feels everything now, nothing existing to numb his pain like before. He can feel blood running down his face each time he blinks. To thick to be tears.
Hurried steps approach him, and he almost lets his energy go again until he hears his name.
“Corwin?” Leo’s voice is full of worry, threatening to break into sobs.
A hand against his shoulder, trying to help him sit up. Why is he lying down?
“Are you alright?” he breathes out as he asks, wincing in pain.
“You fucking idiot,” Leo laughs and he opens his eyes to finally see him but has to immeditelly close them as lights and colors assail his vision.
“Fuck,” he groans sitting up.
“Corwin, what the hell did you do?”
“I don’t know,” he tries to open his eyes again but only gets the same result.
“Your eyes...”
“What about them?” does he really want to know? Does it matter since he can already guess what’s wrong.
“Corwin your eyes are… different. They’re all black,” Leo’s worry is growing.
But that’s not what he’s worried about. “Why didn’t you use your powers?”
“I,” Leo stops, looking down at his hand that’s smeared blood onto Corwin suit, snapping it back into his chest as if he’s afraid of something happening. But he looks down at it, remembering touching the sisters leg. His wounds didn’t transfer, “I don’t know. Corwin… I don’t think I can.”
