A Hero Gone Rouge

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When he woke the next day, he made a beeline for his closet. He had a suit in there that was long forgotten about, it was *black with blood-red lightning detailing it.

He put the suit on and smiled at himself in the mirror, in all honesty, he looked amazing, his phone rang. Of course, Marvin would call him, why wouldn't he?

Did he think an apology would fix things? Did he think saying 'Thanks' now would help?

No, no it wouldn't, but that doesn't mean he can't be the first target.

Jackie smiled to himself as he packed his old suit into his bag out of habit, answering the phone, "Jackie, I'm in a pickle, could you come help?" Marvin stated over the phone, Jackie shook his head, giving a sigh, "Yeah, sure. Be there soon." He had to reply in his normal tone as if he forgot about what Marvin did.

With one quick costume change, he was swinging with his grapple gun. He smiled as he saw the hotdog stand, landing in front of it, "JackieBoyMan, you didn't come for lunch yesterday, you alright?" The person asked, tilting their head, "Yeah, kinda had to go to the hospital, sorry about that..." Jackie looked down slightly, the man grunted, "Don't be, you being alright is what matters more than keeping a promise to eat a hotdog, you hungry?" The man smiled brightly at Jackie when he nodded.

He munched on the hotdog as he walked away, the man said that the hotdog was on him, Jackie still will find a way to repay him for his kindness, he always did him a way to do that.

Once he got to wherever Marvin was, it was clear that someone did something, Jackie sighed, he was tired of Marvin just thinking he could call him whenever something went wrong or not his way, he already told Marvin this but apparently it went over the magician's head. Of course it did.

Things ALWAYS went over Marvin's head as if they meant nothing. Jackie hated that.

"Look, Marv," he walked into the tent Marvin was in, not wanting to put up with his shit anymore, "I can't help you every damn time nothing goes your way." He stated bluntly, he didn't know how many times he needed to say this. Marvin rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah, hold still, I need to practice-" Jackie had enough bullshit. He grabbed Marvin's collar and tossed him down, "No, I'm not fucking helping you, ask someone else." He spat before walking out, Marvin chased after him.

Marvin pleaded Jackie to listen to him but the hero didn't hear a word the magician said, he didn't care what he had to say about anything. All of this was his fault after all.

He growled, spinning around to finally face Marvin, grabbing his shirt collar, and slamming him into the wall, Marvin took the hint very quickly, "Woah! Okay, is... this about yesterday? Because I swear I either said Thanks or got too frightened for your well-being!" He stated, his hands held up in defense. He never took anything seriously, did he?

Jackie growled, rolling his eyes and walking away.

Later that day, he found himself back in his forgotten suit, Perched watching the magician as he cleaned up, he wouldn't do anything rash yet, just kick the shit out of him is all, what fun would it be to do harsh stuff first?

He smiled from under his mask, hopping down silently and sneaking over quietly.

Marvin was busy tidying up things here and there, he never saw the figure behind him until he heard a twig snap, he spun and was greeted with a fist to the jaw, Marvin yelped, holding his hands up to cast a spell.

He didn't get halfway through when his wrists were grabbed, a foot met his stomach as he was kicked to the ground coughing, "Don't think that'll stop me, Bitch!" Marvin hissed, scrambling to his feet. He grabbed Marvin by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall roughly. Marvin coughed, trying to pry the other's hand away, "Wh-Who the hell are you?" He squeaked out.

Jackie paused, he didn't think this far.

He didn't think of a villain name for himself at all, what would he be called? Red lightning? Black sky?

Although, one name came to mind.

He leaned close, his soft breath on Marvin's ear.

*"Blood-Streak." He stated, his voice harsh and cold as he flung the other across the room into a shelf, knocking all the potions and glass off of it onto the floor, hearing as it shattered and watching as the magician struggled to get back up, but he did. Silently, he stormed over, his hand latching around Marvin's neck as he slammed him back into the shelf again, his grip tightening when he did.

With each squeeze, Marvin whimpered, struggling to breathe. His vision began to blur.

A familiar voice echoed out, then the rattle of something clashing against a skull, Marvin coughed and gasped for air as his legs buckled beneath himself, two legs stood in front of him, he didn't know who this was. He didn't understand what was going on.

However, on Blood Streak's end, he was never going to kill Marvin, just knock him unconscious when hard metal crashed against his skull, he was lucky to have not to have passed out, any harder and he would have. He fell to the ground holding his head, his grip released entirely on Marvin as he staggered back up to his feet, holding his head, "Damn that hurt like a motherfucker.. who the hell did that?" He thought to himself, rubbing his head.

He stared at the person's feet, looking up not too long after and freezing in place, his eyes widened as he saw the person, he saw their lips move but didn't hear them, he didn't want this person involved.

Hesitantly, he turned and ran away, finding that their car was parked outside, he really didn't want this person involved in any of this...

Hopefully, he could find a way to keep him out of this.

[[*"Understanding the Villain" Please go read it, it's AMAZING! It's by Graphic-Hawk!]]