When the resident villain Antennes found the hero NightHawk unconscious after their latest fight, he did what any villain would do, and took the opportunity to capture the hero. He expected the hero to fight back, lash out, probably kick his butt an...
Edward chomped down on the inside of his cheek as he pulled Micheal down behind a fallen table, out of sight of Radiex, who chuckled darkly. How? How, how, how did Radiex know?! Micheal growled and looked positively livid, making to get up. Edward hauled him back down roughly. What, did the guy have a death-wish?!
"Where do you think you're going?" He hissed.
"Someone needs to stop him!" Micheal replied. Edward squawked.
"Uh, yeah, the hero's maybe! Not you!" The club's other patrons screamed when another blast rang out, the club filling further with dust.
"Come out, come out, Ant-Boy!" Radiex taunted, and Gods was his voice annoying. He needed to think of something and fast. Typically he'd tuck and run. A sort of 'not my circus' mentality. But now? Now Mike was here, in danger, and Edward would sooner eat his own boot than let anything happen to him.
"Ok, listen to me–" He was cut off by another blast blowing away their cover and a hand wrapping around his neck, knocking him back roughly to the floor a good few feet away. He wheezed, glaring up at Radiex, who straddled his chest, grinning wildly.
"Well, ain't it nice to see you again," Radiex said, almost casually. Edward sneered.
"Can't... say... it is..." He struggled to push Radiex off of him, but the other villain had clearly learned from his mistakes after their last fight, and he wasn't giving Edward any leverage. Radiex tsked, one hand reaching down to pat Edward's chest.
"Y' look nice tonight, all dressed up. This color really fits you." Edward would have gagged if he could. What, choking him wasn't bad enough? The guy had to feel him up, too?
"Strang...er...danger...pal..." Edward coughed out. Radiex smiled wider, tilting his head.
"What, y' don't remember me? Why don't y' think real hard, Doll?" Edward's face scrunched up in confusion. Doll? He gaped, eyes wide. No. No way–
"D-Damian?"
"GET OFF OF HIM!" Edward sucked in a breath as Radiex (Damian. Of COURSE it was Damian!) was knocked off of him, Micheal throwing the villain to the floor and wrestling with him.
"MIKE!" Edward shouted hoarsely, coughing. Oh man, oh man, this wasn't good!
"Come on, Doll! How's about you come and stop me?" Radiex asked, and he threw a punch, hitting Micheal square in the face. The man faltered, only for a second, but it was all Radiex needed to get the upper hand, landing blow after blow. Edward screamed out, running at Radiex full speed and tackling him into the bar, civilians shouting in terror. Who cares if his secret is out? Who cares if everyone finds out who he is? This guy, Damian the scumbag, just HIT Mike. HITHIM. NO ONE HITS MIKE.
"I'M GONNA ROAST YOU LIKE A CHRISTMAS HAM!" Edward snarled, eyes lighting up orange as his mouth filled with smoke, hands igniting. This was the last time Damian stuck his nose where it didn't belong. The last time he hurt Mike. He grabbed Radiex by the front of his black suit and yanked him forward, delighting in the flicker of fear in the man's blue eyes.
"You messed up for the last time." He hissed lowly before blasting Radiex back, liquor bottles exploding. He ran, little blasts from his feet destroying his shoes and propelling him forward. Radiex was standing again when Edward was on him with a roundhouse kick, flaming fists flying. He grunted when Radiex shot a purple blast to his chest, throwing him onto a table, which splintered under him. A woman screamed from next to him, and he glared at her.
"OUT! All of you get OUT!" He ordered. Everyone obeyed save for one person. Mike was on his hands and knees, face bruised and bleeding, his lip split, and his expression one of pure betrayal. Edward felt his heart squeeze painfully in his chest at that look, those greens eyes impossibly wide.
"Mike..." I'm sorry. Get out of here. I love you. So much to say and no time to do it as Radiex attacked again, laughing loudly. Edward groaned and got up, chest heaving as smoke trailed thickly from his mouth and nose. He clenched his fist as his entire arm set on fire, blazing brightly. His face twisted in anger as flames exploded from his legs, rocketing him at Radiex, who gaped. He smirked, launching a blast from his hands that blew Radiex straight through the building's wall and onto the street outside, the asphalt caving under him. He lay dazed and smoking, and Edward walked slowly over to him, standing over him and glowering. Radiex just gave a bloody smile, chuckling as sirens screamed down the street. Edward's eyes narrowed, and he kicked Radiex, knocking him out.
"That was for ruining my kiss." He huffed, chest heaving. He turned, wincing, but froze when he came face-to-face with Micheal. He was bruised and battered and glaring darkly at Edward as blue and red lights flashed down the street.
"All this time?" Mike whispered. Edward's face fell.
"Mike, I–"
"ALL THIS TIME? How– How long have you known?" Edward's brows furrowed.
"Known what, Mike?" Mike's face twisted in anger.
"HOW LONG have you known I was NightHawk?" Edward's mind spluttered to a complete stop. What? What?! He– NightHawk? Oh, Gods...
"Mike no, I– I didn't–" Micheal laughed bitterly, shaking his head. Edward tried stepping closer, but Micheal backed away with a sneer.
"Get away from me. Gods, I can't believe I was so stupid. What was your plan, exactly? Lure me in, woo me, make me lower my guard; And when the moment was right, you'd take me down?" Edward stepped back, eyes wide.
"What? No! Never! I– I love–"
"Don't! Don't. Please don't make this even worse by saying that. I can't do it again. You, Lindsey, I can't. I won't." No. No, no, no, please don't let this be what Edward thought it was.
"Mike, please, I can explain–"
"You're the villain! You're Antennes, NightHawks enemy, the cities menace–"
"–Your boyfriend, the guy who made you hot chocolate after you woke up from a nightmare and punched me, the man whose house you went to for Halloween! Come on, Mike!" Edward felt his eyes sting harshly as Micheal shook his head, lips pursed.
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"I can't... I need to think. I don't want to see you right now." Micheal turned away as EMTs and police officers secured the scene, taking care of the injured people inside the building and arresting Radiex. Luckily most of the people in the club escaped with minor injuries, and there were no casualties. That was good, Edward thought absently as he watched Micheal go, his chest hallow. He turned around and made his way back home, feeling numb.
"Sir, are you all right?" An EMT asked him.
"Huh?" He said, voice raspy. His throat was still sore, but really he couldn't feel much of anything. That was weird, right?
"Are you in any pain, sir? You're crying." He startled, touching his cheek and finding it wet.
