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-Xe wasn’t like, famous famous, exactly. Most people knew xir by costume rather than xir civilian persona (though xe tends to get odd looks when xe offers xir name), but xe doesn’t hide either. Xe doesn’t need too. Heroes are good, but most people have already made the connection that xe is much too dangerous to bother hiding.

So xe doesn’t. Helps the world in costume, walks in civvies, and wears the same face. And xe smiles.

-”I work with living things.” snaps the hero “Living beings. I know you don’t give a shit about flowers and plants, but they’re a part of me and my powers and you’d best damn respect that my abilities are alive.”

-”Are you-” xe stops, slides the mask off and kneels before the frightened child “are you okay? Don’t be afraid, I’m a person just like you.”

A person that has lichen creeping out from xir soft spots, but a person. A little dead looking, but so much more alive.

But still frightening. The child won’t stop crying.

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-”I offer you this and nothing more- I am not human, or god, or monster. I’m me. And if you trust me, I promise you my loyalty in return.”

“We were friends.”

“We still can be. Please, [X], I know I’m not human but I can’t offer you the truth.”

-”You look sweet on your knees. Has anyone ever called you that? All teeth and fury and fang. But cute. Soft.”

-”Hello there, old friend.” says the once-human “Are you here to make a deal?”

“I want to go home.”

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-”Oh sweetheart,” purrs the villain “Did you think it would be that simple? That we could run away together, be normal together.”

“Don’t do this.”

“Give up your misson, dear, and come with me for mine. We will be glorious together.”

-”I- I always loved you, you know.” says the hero “Special and everything, you were the one I wanted to be like. To be strong. Brave. And then you went sour.”

“And now you’re learning why. Tell me, what have they done to you?”

-”You’re a hydrokinetic.” smirks the villain “Useless without water and this room is very dry.”

“Have you forgotten,” pants the hero, reaching under the villains skin “What humans are made of. You’re Mine.”

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-”I enjoy it,” the torture smiles “I love the tears, the gore, the smell. All of it. Hedonism in it’s finest.”

-”There’s such beauty in the world!” the hero turns, grinning widely at the villain “There is such good and beauty all around us. All I’ve ever wanted is to make more of it.”

The villain smiles tiredly at the hero. It wasn’t fair that someone so good was already doomed to die.

-”I’m gonna climb that like a tree.”

“The nymph?”

“Yeah. It’s funny, right?”

-Every morning when you wake up, you check the mirror and see something staring back at you from inside your eyes. There’s no name for it, no words to describe it, but you know who it is. And you refuse to be afraid.

-”Listen, xe is very small, and very soft. Xe likes you, for some unknown reason, so I’m sure there’s something good in you somewhere. Be good to xir, child, or i will destroy you.”

-”People like to figure that in a threesome, at least one of us is responsible. Nope- we’re all just different shades of batshit.”

-”Doesn’t that hurt.”

“Better than the pain of complacency.”

-”Somehow, I don’t think I’m going to offer the rescue you desire. I can kill you here, where you stand, or let you go and watch as something else comes along to rip you to shreds. Which one do you want.”

-”I won’t die here. I won’t.”

“You’ll continue on, then?”

“I’ll get it done.”

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-Write about the NSA agent watching this blog and my search history (I’m currently writing about psychological torture for an advice post) because let’s be real, there probably is one (hi!)

-”What if we’ve got the wrong idea. Prophecies, are tricky, you know.” says the oracle “There’s not any reason why we aren’t what we’re trying to stop.”

-”Dear- dear, open your eyes. It’s safe now. It’s all safe- we’re safe. I’ve killed the bad things, so please just. Open your eyes.”

“Don’t cry my love- it distracts from the beauty of your eyes.”

There is something like hatred bubbling in your gullet as you stare into the eyes of a stranger. You keep your customer service smile firmly tacked on, moving xir items through the checkout, acting as normal as you can while rage courses through your system. It doesn’t make any sense- you don’t know this person, no matter how familiar the edge of xir smile seems to be. But something inside of you, something mean and angry is telling you watch closely,  the weight of a knife you can never remember holding like a phantom in your palms