“There’s not much else left to do but kill you, I suppose.” says the hero- the person wearing the hero’s face- easily enough. Xe looks utterly thrilled, drawing a blade and gazing down at xir lover excitedly.
Tag: sci fi writing
“My dad was a hero because he could punch thing really well, I have no beef with people with no ‘powers’”
Xe sang a sirens song, but not near so graceful. Never meant to enchant or lure, xe belted out agony meant to inspire the worst in people. People turned on people with a chord, and against the world with another.
That’s where you came in- newbie hero, amateur but learning quickly. Profoundly deaf.
-”Hey. You back with us?”
“Hi! You’ve been looking off into the distance for like, half an hour. Are you tired?”
“Shit, have I been daydreaming again? I’m so sorry my guy I didn’t mean to check out on you. Again.”
-”You look like you’ve been punched in the gut.
“That- Dude. You stabbed me. I’m literally bleeding onto your shoes.”
-”Now now, don’t think you’ll be getting out of this one, dear hero. I’ve watched your previous escapes very carefully- I don’t want to lose you again. I’d hate to have to mar your perfect skin with some kind of permanent tracking device- but I will, if you leave me again.”
-”You look so beautiful, bound like that. Do you have any idea what it’s like, to take such power and master it. You are so beautiful, and so mine.”
-”I’m not going to hurt you. I get it, you’re young and people always look down on you, and you’re sick of it. I get it. But I won’t fight you.”
“Hush. When i was younger than you- a lot younger, I was taken to be a soldier, same as you. There are few weapons more useful than a scared toddler that can crack open the earth. I know you’re capable, and strong, and deserve recognition, i get it, I’ve been there. But I refuse to be like the people that created me.”
-”I’m so glad you’re willing to put up with my annoying niche interests.”
“You’re never annoying and I’m not putting up with you. I love you. And your niche interests.”
-”If I could kill xir all over again, I would. I’d do it slow and look xir in the eye and tell xir it was for you. God, I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry. But xe’ll never hurt anyone again, okay?”
-”I can’t focus, I can’t work, I can’t- engage. It’s like I barely exist anymore. Like I’m trapped wherever my brain wants me to go. I just want to be real, but everything hurts too much.”
-”Anyway, that sucks but I’m gay and thus immune.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“Anyway. I’m gay. And thus immune.”
-”Who wants some- oh shit I misread the room entirely.”
“Is that pizza? We always want pizza.”
“Is that a body?”
“I didn’t know you were enhanced. Since when have you had powers?” asks the hero softly, looking to xir friend.
“Since forever. They came in young- I can’t remember a time I didn’t have them.” The vigilante snorts softly “I kill, I hurt, I maim. I fight. When I was a kid, I did all that too, but I had to use my abilities for it. That’s all they were for, was hurting, like I was some kind of weapon. I didn’t get to choose. I still use them.” ze says suddenly, looking at zir friend for the first time, eyes luminous with magick xe didn’t know ze had “They’re mine, they’re a part of me. They can be beautiful. And I can choose not to hurt with them.”
“You’re going to get us all killed.”
The demon possessing the hero put on an offended expression.
“I’m not going to kill you.” says the villain to the hero’s sidekick “Hurting kids is- not something I do, really, though I won’t allow you to interfere with my business. Move aside, and everyone goes home fine.”
The sidekick inhales, breathes, reaches for the power churning restlessly in xir gut, and smiles.
“You’ve never met someone like [X] before.” says the hero to xir sidekick “Xe’s not like a mugger or a mob member. Xe’s enhanced like you- dangerous like you, and not a fraction as gentle or kind. If you see [X], run.”
“Join me.” says the villain to the hero “Your powers are great, but you are untrained. There is much I could teach you.”
“At what cost? What is the point of these abilities, if I only ever use them to hurt?”
“I’m no hero.”
“You saved me- you believed me! You helped!”
“You were there- look. I’m an asshole, but I’m not going to ignore someone asking for my help. But I’m also not going to dedicate my life to crisis after crisis, okay?