Sick Bird

Rescued

H.G. Pov:

It was a great morning until I saw something that sent a shiver down my spine. That bird-brained villain was perched on top of a building, surveying the city with a hawk-like intensity. He wasn't doing anything yet, just sitting there, his sharp eyes scanning the urban sprawl below. It was unsettling to see him so still, like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. For now, it seemed, he was content just to watch.

When he first arrived in town, people mistook him for a new hero. That illusion shattered when he intervened in a confrontation between a villain named Crimson and some unfortunate bystanders. Crimson, a dapper man with a fabulous mustache and a brain that could kill, was notorious for his instability. He looked like an ordinary businessman with his black hair, black mustache, and pale skin. But the most striking thing about Crimson was his red eye, which matched his red tie and hinted at the danger within.

The bird villain, on the other hand, was an eerie sight to behold. He wore a white chicken half-mask that covered his forehead down to his nose and cheeks, leaving his eyes exposed. His attire consisted of a red sweater with holes in the back for his large, white wings. His gear appeared to be made of black leather. He wore black pants and shoes, and his sandy blond hair contrasted sharply with his light blue eyes. Those eyes, however, glowed a soft purple when he was in a fight. His hands, seemingly normal, could transform into lethal claws in the heat of battle. He barely spoke, if at all. In fact, I'd never heard him utter a word. His villain name was a bit on the nose if you ask me; the other villains called him Poultry Man. 

As I continued to watch, Poultry Man suddenly spread his wings and leaped off the building. With powerful, graceful strokes, he soared through the sky, casting a shadow over the streets below. People looked up, some in awe, some in fear, as he glided silently above. He banked sharply, swooping low over the rooftops before rising again, higher and higher, until he was just a speck against the morning sun.

My heart raced as I followed his trajectory. Where was he heading? What was he planning? Some people think Crimson made him in a lab, but I don't buy it. Crimson was a bit scared of him at first too. But now? Crimson and him together? Lethal.

The thought sent chills down my spine. Crimson, with his cunning intellect and unstable mind, combined with Poultry Man's eerie silence and unpredictable nature, made for a terrifying duo. Their alliance had escalated the city's crime wave, leaving law enforcement and heroes scrambling to keep up. No one could predict what they would do next.

As Poultry Man soared through the sky, I couldn't help but recall the first time the two villains had joined forces. It was a chaotic scene: Crimson had been cornered by the police, his red eye gleaming with anger and desperation. Just when it seemed like he was about to be captured, Poultry Man had swooped in, talons outstretched, and rescued him in a flurry of feathers and violence. Since then, their partnership had only grown stronger.

Poultry Man's flight path was erratic, dipping and rising unpredictably. He circled a few blocks away, his eyes scanning the city below. I wondered if he had spotted a new target or if he was just keeping an eye on things. Either way, the tension in the air was palpable.

Finally, he landed on another rooftop, folding his wings neatly behind him. He stood there, motionless, like a statue. It was as if he was daring anyone to challenge him. I kept my eyes on him, trying to decipher his next move. In the distance, I saw a flash of red—it was Crimson, making his way towards Poultry Man's perch.

The two villains stood together on the rooftop, a symbol of the menace they brought to our city. The morning, once promising and bright, now made me sick with worry. They still seemed docile for now, but the calm before the storm was often the most unsettling part.