Doom At Your Service: A Haylor AU

Chapter 23: The Forgotten Ones

"Do you get déjà vu when she's with you?"

Doom's POV

Walking through the disgusting alleyways of New York was a typical part of my job. The puddles, smells of smoke and the sight of graffiti was something I easily got used to.

It was my personal runway, actually.

I walked in a confident manner, opening a fresh box of cigarettes and putting one in between my teeth. I returned the box in my pocket.

Right before I even lit it up, my walking pace began to move slower and slower. I came across a vision in my head that signaled me to go to that place as fast as I could.

Of course, there was already something disastrous coming nearby. Great.

People are so pathetic. Don't they have something better to do?

I teleported to the place and saw that I was by a staircase of a building. Around the second flight.

It smelled like gasoline.

Hearing something spilling, I walked down quickly. It was by the back entrance, where no one is usually seen. There I caught a person putting a jug of the flammable liquid I smelled on the ground.

He didn't see me though, maybe he was blinded by his work of "art" which was a building reeking of that putrid smell. He took his own lighter, opened it and was about to toss it.

Not letting it land on any puddle of liquid, I caught the open lighter.

"Damn it! W-who are you?!" He asks me, obviously startled since it was like he'd seen a ghost.

The same cigarette was still in between my lips and I positioned the lighter in front of it. "A smoker." I answered him.

"What are you doing?!" The rude man continued to yell at me.

"Why do you ask?" I arched my brow, closed the lighter and put it in my own pocket. It was pretty okay of a brand too, I don't see a reason why he has to waste it. "Oh, is this a no-smoking zone?" I wondered aloud, taking the cigarette out of my mouth.

"What's your problem?! Do you think this is funny?!"

"Is this funny?" My tone wasn't amused, and I scared the guy. I took a step forward and he stepped back. "I need the lighter to smoke."

"I...Get lost when I ask you nicely."

This bitch's audacity to tell me to get lost when I'm Doom.

"When did you ask me nicely? You were mean to me."

"FUCK YOU! GET LOST! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?"

"Do I look like I care? Because, I don't."

"DAMN YOU-" He proceeded to throw a punch, and right before it hit me, I took his arm. Tight.

Twisted it.

Broke it.

And used his own hand that was still clenched to punch his own face. He fell to cold hard ground, but seeing a cement block close to him, he took the opportunity to grab it and tried to hit me with it as he stood up fastly.

Yet this guy still fails miserably when I kicked him in the chest back to the ground.

I took his jug of gasoline, and put my foot on his torso, so he would struggle even more. I was wearing heavy boots so good luck, I guess.

I poured the leftover gasoline all over his body, mostly on his face. I had this deadly smile on my face as I did it and the guy stared at me, terrified. "Stop it!" He begs me, while I threw the jug as far as I can.