The Smartest Villains Are The Most Dangerous || Byler ||

1 - Mayhem

THIRD PERSON POV:

A young girl sobbed on the sidewalk, shoulders heaving in heavy sobs and face in her arms.

And a small little butterfly flew to the girl, landing on her flower hair pin. The pink accessory turned black as a dazed look made the girl stop sobbing.

"Poor Mayhem, too much drama at school to keep up with," A patronizing voice in her head whispers. "That is, until the drama turns to you. I'll help you wreck everyone's life, as long as you do me one little favor."

"Whatever you want, Shadowfly," The girl mutters, looking up as a purple and black goo covers her completely until it goes away, revealing a whole different person.

Her skin was the color of ash, her black hair in two ponytails and a black mask on her red eyes. She was wearing a grey dress and was holding a staff with a glowing red stone on the tip of it. She floats in the air, and people around her start screaming.

"Now everyone will feel my mayhem!" She cackles, shooting beams of red light at people.

Everyone who gets hit by the beams stops running, and starts throwing some sort of tantrum. One person starts grabbing different things and throwing them while screaming, another curls into a ball and sobs.

Soon, the city was full of mayhem.

"Hey, didn't your parents ever teach you not to mess with people's feelings?" A voice behind the girl says. She grins, turning around and pointing her staff at the boy.

"How nice of you to join me, Necro!" Mayhem cackles.

The boy grins and salutes before he starts dodging all of the attacks, flipping and using a extendable baton to push him off the ground.

He had medium length, dark curly hair, and brown eyes behind a midnight blue mask so dark it could be black. His outfit was the same midnight color, with designs in another ancient language covering his chest in gold. He also had white wisps around his arms, trailing behind him like a ghostly aura.

"Where's your partner, Necro? Too scared to fight me?" Mayhem taunted. Necro glares at her in annoyance. "Aw, did he leave you behind?"

"No, I'm here."

Both of them turned around to see the other voice, and Mayhem got tackled in the face with a blur of yellow. This new boy, who had brown hair that was currently glowing like the sun, was Necro's partner, Tenfold.

His outfit was a warm soft yellow, with white intricate details around Tenfold's arms and chest. His mask looked more cat-like than Necro's, but it was the same color as his outfit.

Tenfold wrestled the staff out of Mayhem's hand, the magical thing rolling down on the ground. Necro lunged forward, but Mayhem just managed to snatch it back.

She pointed it at Necro, who just barely dodged the red blast.

"Have you found out where her akuma is?" Tenfold grunts as he dodged.

Necro let out a breathy laugh. "I just got here!" He exclaims, cartwheeling away from another blast. "She has a lot of accessories, but the- WATCH OUT!"

Mayhem had snuck up on Tenfold, and shot her power at him.

But right before it hit him, Necro jumped in the way, dragging his partner with him as he rolled away. Tenfold yelped as another blast launched toward them, grabbing Necro and jumping into the mess that was the streets of Paris.

He hid away in a seemingly abandoned house, setting the frozen Necro on the ground with care. "DId she hit you? Are you alright?" Tenfold questions.

"I-" Necro starts, but suddenly a lump developed in his throat and he felt the urge.

His mouth opened and he screamed. No, that wasn't the word. He was screeching, his limbs thrashing around. Tenfold winced as covered his ears, staring at his partner in shock.

Necro was also crying, and it was almost like a child throwing a tantrum.

Tenfold moved forward, grabbing Necro's shoulders. He opened his mouth to speak, but Necro kept thrashing and screeching, his fingernails clawing at Tenfold's face.

The latter boy frowns. "Empathy," He says, his grip on Necro's shoulders tightening. "Calm."

Necro's eyes glazed over, going still. He blinked slowly, his face going blank.

"Shit," Tenfold whispers. His bracelet, the most 'glamorous' thing he was wearing, blinked five times. "Shit, I have to finish this up quickly."

He almost shoved Necro away from the door and snuck out.

It wasn't hard to find Mayhem, she was cackling while floating above Paris. Tenfold grit his teeth and creeped up on her, analyzing her outfit. He couldn't identify the object.

But then, his eyes catch on Mayhem's hair, a faintly glowing hair piece.

There.

He wastes no time and lunges forward, grabbing the hair pin before kicking Mayhem against a close roof. "HEY!" Mayhem screams, but it was no use. Tenfold already snapped it in half.

A corrupted butterfly flew out of it and Tenfold gently cupped it in his hands, closing his eyes.

"Deevilize," He whispers, his hands glowing. When he opened them again, he smiled as he always did when he saw the pure white creature.

It flew away and up in the sky. Tenfold turned to the girl who was now back to normal with a smile. "Hey.. do you want to talk about it?" He asks softly.

The girl shakes her head, pointing at his blinking bracelet.

Tenfold's smile faded slightly and he grabbed the tied up rope at his side. "Alright, but whatever it is, just make sure you don't let yourself become overpowered by your sorrows," He says wisely. The girl nods, and he threw the lasso into the air, swinging away.

He lands in front of the abandoned house he left Necro in and opened the door, looking around. When he spotted Necro, an exasperated but fond look found its way to his face.

Necro was slumped against the wall, completely asleep.

Tenfold walked over, gently shaking Necro's shoulders. "Hey, wake up dumbass," He says softly, his tone betraying his words.

"Mmm?" Necro mumbles. "Oh, good morning. See you tomorrow.."

"Yeah, make sure you get home okay?" Tenfold says sternly, raising an eyebrow at his partner as the other boy stands up, stretching.

Necro nodded, and just like that, he was gone. Tenfold chuckles softly.

Tenfold uses his lasso-rope to swing to the top of a house, jumping into the room from the ceiling window. "Detransform," He whispers, and a gently tingle washes over him.

Will looks in the mirror, smiling as he rubs his eyes, yawning.

He plops down and promptly falls asleep.

<^> To Be Continued

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