I Am (Not) Your Hero

5

Miseal had decided not to reveal his identity to her. In case he wanted to change his mind. Let her go. Even she went to the press, to the police he could easily deny it. A criminals word against his—it would be nothing to make it disappear.

He cocked his head looking down at her. She glared at him. He carefully spooned cereal into her mouth.

"Your eyes don't shoot lasers like mine, but they...oddly feel like it." He murmured.

She clenched her jaw. Milk dripped from her lips, onto his shirt. He wiped her lips with a sigh.

"You're so stubborn. I'm trying to feed you. Keep you alive? What? You don't like Lucky Charms?" He offered.'

She shot him daggers. "Even now you'd like to pose yourself as a hero wouldn't you? You haven't hit me. You haven't molested me. So it's not so bad, is it? That you stole me off the street?"

He looked her up and down with an sigh, leaning back. He set the bowl down.

"I...I know that I should. I know that I'm wrong."

She smirked. "And your justification, warrior of justice?" She whispered.

He clenched his jaw. Smite's mask covered his eyes but she could read him like a book. She always could. He didn't know how. He didn't know why. But she...saw something no one else did. No matter what disguise he was wearing, standing in front of her was standing in front of glass.

"I have done the right thing every day of my life," he whispered desperately. " Sacrificing everything I am to be good. This...you are my first sin. I hope you're my last."

She looked at him. "What is this huh? Am I your mommy? You need me to validate you now?" She spit.

Misael licked his lips, before grabbing her face. "I want...to make something clear. I want to be nice to you, little kitten. But make no mistake," his eyes glowed down at her menacingly. "There is nothing I can't take. Now..." he leaned closer, looking between her eyes. "Tell me your name."

Miseal smiled at her, softly stroking her face. She stood behind a wall of stony silence, her face even.

"Don't be so stubborn, little cat. Hm? There will plenty to fight me over. Let's see the battle for something more menacing."

She pulled her face away roughly.

"Starlette."

Smite smiled wider breathing out in reverence, grabbing her jaw once more.

"Ah...not cat...a star," he whispered nodded, "Yes...that makes more sense. I see that. Star...Lette. I've never met anyone named that. Then again...I've never met anyone like you."

Starlette stared at him blankly. He had issues that much was clear. And what he was seeking in her, she didn't know. But the best thing she could was keep him interested until she could escape.

His large hand caressed her face. His finger forcing her mouth open.

"If you don't tell me what you want to eat. I can't give it to you. But I will not allow you to starve." He shoved the spoon into her mouth.

She protested. He squeezed a bit harder making her wince and turn her face up in pain.

"Ah...that hurts you bastard."

"Not as much as it could. I just want you to eat. That's it, little star." He coaxed her, his gloved hand squeaking as he squeezed even tighter forcing her mouth open wider.

She shuddered.

"Uh," she mumbled her, drool leaking onto his gloves.

"You gonna behave, Starlette?" He muttered. "Or are you gonna make me get unpleasant? Hm? It's up to you."

"F-Fine!" She mumbled.

He let her go, patting her head. "Good girl. Good."

She spit at his feet. "Fuck you. Untie me. I'll feed myself, or I'll make you laser my brains out, and you can scoop your fucking Lucky Charms into my broken mandible. It's up to you."

He chuckled, undoing her bindings. "You really are a star."