P5 Loving A Villain

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Villain’s stomach dropped as he stepped into the monitor room. Supervillain sat, laid back, one ankle crossed over the other, watching Villain as he opened the door. For the barest, most vulnerable moment, Villain almost considered apologizing for his fault in Hero’s lonely room, for whispering to her and reassuring her, but then-

“You’re right,” Villain said, “about her weakness.” He crossed his arms, leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, and took a breath. “She’s desperate- hopeful.” How was he going to play this off- as if he didn’t care about Hero, as if he wasn’t falling back into his old self- the one Supervillain was clawing at? The change couldn’t be too sudden. “There are other ways, Supervillain, to manipulate. You don’t have to go about it by making me hate you, by making her hate me.”

Good, Villain thought to himself, let him think I’m willing to join him- only not in this way. That, he thought again, would give Hero the chance to be released, to escape. If Supervillain understood he was only harming his ultimate goal, he would change his methods.

“You made me think we were friends,” Supervillain returned.

“We were brothers.” It wasn’t the same thing, no matter how either of them wanted to see it.

“Then you betrayed me. That pissed me off, and yet…here we are.” He gestured to the monitors behind him, and Villain blinked his eyes away from the image of Hero huddled in the corner. “Working together once again.”

We aren’t working together, Villain wanted to say, but it was useless. “You can let her go without losing me.”

“You mean to tell me you wouldn’t follow her if I released her?”

Villain swallowed. He would follow her, undoubtedly. “I would have her followed,” he said, and hoped it was a convincing enough of an idea that Supervillain would accept it.

“Would you.” Not a question, but a bored statement- because he knew Villain was lying. The two were acquainted for years; they had to have been if they were brothers living in the same home. “Hero is my leverage over you, Villain. She is the only thing that will keep you in line as long as she’s in my possession.” He sighed, uncrossed his ankles, and stood from his chair. “You’ve strayed too far from our goal, Villain.”

Scoffing, Villain pushed off the doorframe and broadened his shoulders. “Remind me what that goal is because last I recall you were blindly sending me off to take people out.”

“It wasn’t blind, and you know it.”

Did he? “Then why would you never, in a million years, tell me who the hell I was going out and killing!”

“You were better off not knowing, I told you that. I always told you that, Villain.”

The conversation was no longer about Hero. She, for once, wasn’t what was on Villain’s mind, for this was something rooted in Villain, something he felt the need to fight for. Not that Hero wasn’t something to fight for, but- but this was different.

“You lost me when you kept me in the dark,” Villain told his brother. Their cause was supposed to be worth something. The two of them would be heroes, a two-person organization taking out the bad guys hiding behind money, or title, or whatever disguise they used. Villain and Supervillain were to be the anti-terrorists.

Supervillain shook his head, gritted his teeth. “It was for your own good, Villain.”

“Why? Was it better for me not knowing, or you?”

Silence fell between the two like a gross static. Both men were waiting for the other to say something, waiting for another opportunity to attack.

“You have ruined my life,” Villain yelled, “and for what! What was it worth for you to lose me as you have? To- to follow me and drag me back to hell, only to carry out another useless ‘deed’? What was it all worth, Supervillain?”

Looking at the monitors now, seeing the love of his life so miserable, so scared, all because of him ripping the strings of trust, he needed to get her out of this place. Away from Supervillain, away from himself.

Villain whispered, though loud enough for his brother to hear in the room of hard surfaces, “You were going to kill her.” He shook his head. “I should have let you do it.”

“To save yourself?”

“To save her, you dumbass.” Never had his teeth ground so hard before; he thought they might break. “She didn’t deserve this, but I’d have gladly done it to you.”

“I’m your brother.”

“You want to talk about family now?” Villain scoffed. “Our own parents gave us up, Supervillain! It’s not too late for me to do the same with you.”

This struck a chord, Villain could tell.

Supervillain stepped towards Villain, and for a moment Villain thought his brother would attack him. But he only stepped through the doorway and kept going. “You’re not going to abandon me, Villain, because that would mean leaving your lover behind. Believe me, I can make her just as blind as you. Weren’t you the one to shove a needle in her neck?” He turned when he came to a door. The corners of his mouth were strung up in an amused arch.

“Because the alternative was worse.”

“You just said it was better,” Supervillain returned. “You said you’d rather kill her than to let her take up space here.”

“I said-”

A hand cut Villain off, and he watched Supervillain gesture to the door he stood at with a nod of his head. “You might want to be careful what you say. Your guest is right here.”

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The pomegranate seeds sat in front of Persephone just as before. The dinner table still offered the same stretch of distance as when she first arrived. She liked this distance- between her and Hades.

“Will you eat now?” the God of Death asked. “Or shall I show you more?”

In only a second, Perse slid a seed between her lips. She never wanted to go back to that…to that hell. Who would have ever thought there was a place worse than the Underworld? Perse certainly never did- not until she was taken to that land of obsidian and grass. A world where no one knew her name.

“Chew or swallow. Don’t just let it sit in your mouth. I should hope I don’t have to teach you how to eat, Persephone.”

Her tongue pushed the seed into the right pocket of her mouth before falling between her back teeth. Perse crushed it and tried not to imagine it as blood- which was a surprisingly easy task. “It’s sweet,” she said, meeting Hades in the eye. Poisonous berries were also sweet- she would know as the Goddess of Spring.

“Only the sweetest for my queen.”

P7 Darling, I Did It For You

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"Have you figured anything out yet?" Brother swiveled his chair around, looking at Villain with an unimpressed expression. "Well?" Villain pressed.

Shaking his head, Brother said, "You're a dim-wit, you know that?" He chuckled, finally a show of expression. "You don't pick up on hints very well. Or maybe you do. You understand your little hero well enough."

Yeah, Villain did understand Hero well. It was the whole reason he was in his Brother's 'lab'. It's not a lab. Villain refused to call it as such; it sounded too silly, but Brother thought it made him cool. The kid was a genius, but still had the same aspirations as anyone his age. Either way, Villain needed his little sibling's help in understanding, not Hero herself, but what connection Villain had with her.

It was obvious, perhaps not to anyone else but Villain, that Hero sparked something, the abilities, in him. He never felt a shred of, of heightenedness until she walked into the cafe for the first time. It was from that moment forward that Villain had what people considered 'powers'.

What Villain really got a kick out of was that his powers became suddenly significant when Hero and Caretaker became an item. When it happened, Villain felt like a wall slammed into his body. His coworkers even had to stop what they were doing to lay him down, check on him. A few of them almost called for an ambulance, but he refused. Villain wondered now if Hero had still been there for it. He didn't think so. Knowing her, she would have leapt over the counter to make sure no one was dying.

"Anyway, haven't figured anything out. Don't really talk to her so...not much to find out."

"Then talk to her?" Villain suggested irritably.

Brother shrugged. "What's it to me?"

Of course. Of course Brother was going to play this game. "What do you want? I'm not giving you money."

"Money," the genius laughed. "You think I'm dumb. We have money. I could buy services to get a water slide put down the staircase if I wanted. I could-"

"Not without my permission. I'm in charge while Mom and Dad are out of state."

"Yeah, whatever. I don't want money."

Villain pinched the bridge of his nose. "Jesus, Brother. What do you want?"

He shrugged, turned in his chair and clicked keys on his keyboard, grabbed his mouse, moved it around. Eventually Brother waved at Villain to come closer.

On the screen was the image of a cruise ship. Immediately, Villain said, "No."

"What- I didn't even ask anything yet!"

"You're not going on a cruise. You know Mom would never let you do that on your own. If you were my kid instead of my brother, believe me, I would send you-"

"I don't want to go on the stupid cruise."

Villain took a closer look at the screen. The cursor hovered over a tiny image of men and women standing over a table, a small...robotic-looking thing between them. "A science fair? Haven't you grown out of those yet?"

Brother shook his head, smiled as he turned his chin towards Villain. "It's not a fair. It's a competition." He pointed at the screen. "That mechanism right there? I read about it. It won last year's comp. It's a medical device capable of collapsing into a mobile camera, moves like a bug, a-a centipede kinda." Villain wasn't all that interested, but listened nonetheless. "Anyway, there's a whole bunch of science to it that you're probably too slow to understand. It can heal people from the inside out. It's not widely known. Sure the military knows about it, but otherwise, it's kept on a down-low."

"I'm going to ignore your insult," Villain drawled. It never ceased to amaze him how thoughtless his brother was sometimes. As intelligent as he could be, you'd think he would try to refrain from being rude to someone who could blow him sky high. Of course, Villain would never actually harm his brother. Perhaps that's why Brother did insult him so often. "Why are you interested in this fair?"

"Competition," Brother corrected, then, "I want to go, want to enter an invention of my own."

"Where's it at?"

"California."

If Villain had a drink, he would have spit it out on the screen. Or maybe it would have dribbled out of his bottom lip. "We live in Kentucky, Brother. I'm not taking you to California. I have work and- and Hero."

Brother blew air out of his nose. "One," he said, "you don't have to work. Our parents own a huge franchise. You don't have to work a day in your life unless something crazy like a widespread pandemic happens or something." Villain rolled his eyes. "Two, you could bring Hero with. She could use some exposure. Hasn't even stepped outside since she's been here. I think you're holding a vampire in the house. Did you hear her in the kitchen last night? I don't think she sleeps." Before Villain could inquire about Hero apparently never stepping foot outside of the house, Brother continued. "And anyway. Who said you had to take me? Sister turns 18 in two weeks. She could take me."

"Let me get this straight. I let you take off to California to some secret science fair-"

"-competition-"

"And you'll help me figure out why I reacted to Hero the way I did?"

Brother nodded.

"Fine."

"Shake on it," Brother demanded.

Villain shook his head. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Shake on it," he repeated.

"We don't need to 'shake on it'. Just take my bloody word for-"

Brother stuck his hand out.

Villain's lips twisted into a smile. "Alright then. You asked for it."

Before Brother had the time to comprehend Villain's intentions, his hand went numb, then his arm, chest, stomach, right leg, half of his face. It was like he was having a stroke, his body only half functioning.

"Cuh' on!" Villain gave a sly smirk. "Er ettin r-ronger."

"Oh, I know my abilities are stronger. Why do you think I used them just now?" Villain winked. "No worries. You have your deal. We shook on it, didn't we?" Walking out, Villain called one last thing, "You'll get feeling back in- hm- an hour? Maybe? You're the smart one. I'm sure you'll calculate something in your head." Villain shut the door.

Now he was onto Hero, who very much needed a day in the garden.

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Minutes after Villain left, Hero hopped off of the bed and ran to the window, peering outside. To the left of the window was a large maple tree; that's where the odd shadows in the room were coming from. Beyond the tree, there was just...grass. Bright green grass and somewhere to the right, Hero could barely spot what must have been the garden Villain spoke of. She fought the urge to break the window and sprint through the massive yard until she found something, anything other than the Villain's home, or wherever she was.

As Villain left her in the room, she felt happy somehow. He cared- he said it- but how could he have been so forward? That was what followed the happiness; skepticism. There was no way Villain actually cared for Hero. The thought cued her to lightly touch her bruises again. She watched herself do so in her barely-visible reflection in the window. It wasn't true. Villain was lying now just as he was when he said Caretaker was here. It was all a sham, a way to bring Hero as his captive so that he could destroy as he would without opposition.

Hero's chest was tight. Surely she couldn't just run away. Villain told her she wasn't allowed to leave the premise. There was likely security posted about the apparently large building, maybe hidden in the maple tree outside, in the garden, everywhere else. She couldn't just run but she could familiarize herself with her prison.

What would Caretaker think? Hero couldn't help her drifting thoughts, especially when they were of her...well, her ex. She never got the chance to call, to work things out. If the problem was Hero putting herself in danger, she could've stopped. She didn't think she could, but if what Villain said was true, about the media not showing the full story, then maybe she didn't have to fight at all. Instead, Hero could...she could donate to the cities that were destroyed. Not that she had a great sum of money, but it could still help, right? And she wouldn't be getting hurt all the time. Caretaker wouldn't feel so useless then.

But it was too late for that decision, wasn't it? Hero was a prisoner to the Villain now. She had no phone, probably no way of mailing a letter, and she certainly couldn't fly off like Villain could. When Hero found him, she might ask if she's allowed to contact someone, and hopefully he would comply, if only just once.

Finally, Hero had the sense to venture out of her room, but not before scrutinizing every nook and cranny. She was convinced she was being watched, that there were cameras all about. Even once she was finished searching, she wasn't satisfied, but she needed to move on if she had any hopes of ever leaving.

Hero hated that, even for a barest moment, she was happy with Villain's words. Those were not predatory smiles, my behind. She couldn't forget all of the bruises and scratches, sprains and fractures he caused. Villain was lying, lying about everything.

The halls were large and long, but hardly decorated beyond the paint. Most of the walls were maroon. There was one hall that the left wall was maroon, the other a shade of grey. She assumed it marked something significant, likely a reminder of the room at the end of said hall. Hero didn't venture into the rooms; they frightened her. There were so many rooms. She was afraid of walking into one and never coming out. Hero had no doubt that there were rooms inside of rooms. She didn't intend on getting lost.

Eventually, after some great time, Hero found the kitchens. As if on cue, her stomach growled.

"Sounds like you need something to eat."

Hero jumped at the voice. She didn't realize the refrigerator door was open until now as it began to close, revealing a boy at least a foot shorter than herself.

"Who are you?" she demanded, to which the boy gave a chuckle.

"You're scared of me? That's cute, sweet cheeks." Who was this kid? He couldn't be older than thirteen. "Anyway, Villain told me you were here, also told me to tell you that you can go anywhere in the house or yard. Pretty big though, so- uh- don't get lost." The kid gave a cheeky smile. "I'm off. Got some crackers, cheese, salami sandwiches to eat. Feel free to dig through the cabinets and stuff. But try to keep away from the fruit punch. You'll get killed for that."

Hero's eyes widened.

"Oh, oh right. You have a bad rep with my brother. Probably shouldn't have said that. In any case, it was a joke. He wouldn't hurt you for drinking his fruit punch. Me and Sister, however, well let's just say-"

"Wait, wait, stop," Hero squeezed her eyes closed after finding a high stool to sit on. "Brother. Who's your brother? Who are you?"

The kid sighed, looked at his food. "Geez, you're slow. Villain, older brother. Me, younger brother. I don't see it, but everyone says we look alike. Maybe you aren't so dumb if you don't see it."

"Villain's your brother. He has a brother."

"And a sister, but she's insanely annoying. Don't tell her I said that."

"I-I won't. Um, is- are there cameras here? In- in the building or yard?"

He shook his head. "He said you would ask that question, too. Pretty predictable, huh?" Hero didn't respond. "Alright. Yeah, there are cameras. General house cameras, for security purposes. Can't leave this beast," he said, referring to the enormity of the house, "unguarded. Okay, I'm out. You gottanother question, ask the guy at the front door. He can tell ya anything. Peace."

Peace. Hero wanted to scoff, but how would the kid respond? Sure, he was just a kid, but he was also Villain's brother and Hero didn't trust anyone associated with the lying ass.

Despite having more questions, Hero went back to her designated bedroom. It was getting dark and no one was turning the lights on. Hero could have done it herself, but she didn't like wandering about, knowing there were cameras, watching her, but never knowing herself who was watching. She felt safer in her room. Bedrooms were naturally less intruded upon in comparison to a game room or kitchen.

She slept- not before wondering where Villain was and what his game plan was. Why the pleasantries? And why, despite given such pleasantries, was she still made to stay? Why, why, why?

Tomorrow, Hero thought, Tomorrow, I'll get answers.

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(A/N) Word of advice, Villain, you came on too strong, my guy. You might have wanted to think through what you were gonna say to Hero. Hopefully you will in the next scene ;)

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P3 Darling, I Did It For You

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Slowly, Hero's eyes opened. Everything was fuzzy, colours blended, woven together. She closed her eyes and stretched, arms reaching out, toes poking out from beneath a blanket. She groaned as she retreated back into herself and opened her eyes again. This time, she gasped.

"Good to see you're awake." Hero hoped to hear Caretaker's voice, but instead it was Villain and he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Hero clutched the blanket covering her in a fit of anxiety, pulling it back with her as she slammed her back against the headboard, trying to separate  herself from Villain as much as possible. "There's no need for that."

Hero only stared, chest rising and falling as she assessed what she should do, why she was here. Bit my bit, it was coming back to her. First, the breakup with Caretaker, then the breaking news, the cab driver, The Milk Bowl, and finally submission. They were in Villain's home, or lab, or whatever it was that Villain had. It looked plain as far as Hero could see.

There was a bed, of course, which Hero and Villain sat on now. Beyond that, there was a desk on the other side of the room, a closet- which Hero noticed already had clothes in it- a window, curtained and beaming with sunlight. The room was...pleasant, and entirely unexpected.

"Where is Caretaker?" Hero's voice was low, not demanding, but still groggy from just waking up moments ago.

"They were never here. I imagine they're at home or wherever they tend to be on a Tuesday night."

"Never here?" Hero whispered to herself and looked away. "You said no strings!" She threw the blanket, bounded across the bed, but Villain leapt away before she could do damage to him.

He tilted his head back and forth. "No strings, I said. And I have followed through. I said nothing about lies."

"You tricked me."

"It was the only way I could take you without forcing your will."

"And what do you care about my will?"

Villain scoffed lightly. "You make me out to be a monster. I'm not. Or at least I don't mean to be."

Hero shook her head. She wasn't here, not with Villain. She was in her apartment, sitting on the couch with Caretaker and this was some sort of twisted nightmare Hero was having.

"You're not...you're not saying anything."

"There's nothing for me to reply to," Hero said. Where were they? Could she break out of the window when Villain left? If Villain ever left? "I don't respond to lies."

"You think I like to terrorize cities?"

She nodded, then glanced at Villain before staring at the closet once again. It wasn't full of just any clothes. They were her clothing. Hero would have thought she would be wearing prisoner clothes while in Villain's company.

"I don't. And if the media weren't so terrible-" He walked to the other side of the room then pulled out the chair from the desk, swiveling it on a leg so he could face Hero. "-you would know that I tell everyone in the premise to leave before I wreak havoc and bust windows, knock down electric lines- before I do all the things I do, I ask the people to leave. I've never made it a goal to hurt anyone."

As if to prove him entirely wrong, Hero inspected her arms, touched one bruise, then another, and another. She touched her cheek and winced slightly. Finally, she said, "I don't believe you."

Villain nodded. "You don't have to, but now that you're here, I guess you have no choice but to allow me to prove it." He tried to give a laugh, but Hero glared at him. "Too soon, okay. Um. Listen, the house is a little large, kind of hard to navigate, but you can go anywhere in it." Villain stood from his seat. "Yard's big, too. You can go there. I have a really nice garden that you...might like. I don't know if you appreciate gardens, but it's there. Anyway, you- uh- can't leave the property obviously, but I- well I hope you'll find yourself satisfied."

"I don't understand."

Villain hummed and lifted his eyebrows as he reached for the door to leave the room.

"You're..." Hero couldn't even think. "Why aren't you being mean and- and throwing gusts of wind at me, pushing me to the ground, or- or smiling at me like I'm your prey?"

"Those weren't predatory, my dear. Those were pride." Villain twisted the knob of the door and walked out, clicking it shut behind him.

Hero expected the shutting of the door to hurt like when Caretaker did, but something swelled in Hero's chest this time, something warm and fulfilling. Villain cared- in a way Hero didn't quite understand, but he cared, and he wanted her to be happy. Hero hated to admit that a part of her was.

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