I locked up at the local Starbucks that I worked at around 2am, carrying my backpack haphazardly at over one shoulder, and blasting music from my headphones.
I don't usually pay attention to anyone on my way home, I just try to stay invisible to any strangers, drunks and sobers alike.
That was until I got caught in the middle of a fight. A fight with one of the top heroes and one of the most wanted villains.
I was standing somewhere between a stumbling pink haired villain and a ravenette hero with a permanent smirk written across his face, smug with confidence. The villain seemed injured, pain obvious in a terribly concealed hobble, and a dripping gash between broad shoulders; not entirely life-or-death, but serious enough to be cause for concern (lmao -Atlas).
I didn't really know what to do, caught between an unarmed villain and a cocky, untouched hero. Unarmed? The villain must've been caught off then, it hits me, and I realize this was no where near a fair fight. I didn't know whether or not I should dodge the flames spiraling toward me, extending from the hero's glowing orange palm, and let it hit the pink haired villain who's title alone lays claim to awful crimes and ruined lives. But in my opinion, he didn't deserve to die, especially not whilst unarmed in a fight he didn't ask for, so maybe I should just take the flames head on?
Apparently I chose the second option. One that I would either live to regret or find way proud of.
Please, just please,
Save Me from Myself.
