When A Villain Falls [Yandere Villain x Hero]

Chapter 12 - Anger

Plague forcefully tore the mask off of the copycat, revealing the terrified face beneath.

"Was that one of the teacher's students?" I asked, my voice echoing in the tense silence that surrounded us.

Plague's gaze turned towards the barrier separating us from the police, their weapons trained on both of them. Even from this distance, I could sense the rage simmering beneath Plague's stoic exterior.

As the tension reached its peak, I knew that we were teetering on the brink of chaos, and Plague's anger only served to heighten the sense of impending danger that hung in the air.

SNAP

A sharp crack pierced the air as the shot rang out, and the copycat crumpled to the ground like a discarded puppet. Without hesitation, Plague turned and began striding purposefully towards the building, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine.

I hide behind a wall

Dammit

"This is the worst time," I muttered to myself, feeling the pain throbbing through my body, my teammates nowhere in sight. Suddenly, Plague materialized in front of me, his presence both unexpected and unsettling.

His figure towers over me, a dark silhouette against the dimly lit corridor. His hand-stitched Plague face mask adds an eerie touch to his already intimidating presence.

"Usually, I would love seeing you this weak and tired... but it's not from me," he murmurs, his voice sending a chill down my spine.

My muscles tense involuntarily. "Was that one of your schemes?" I ask, trying to maintain my composure despite the fear creeping into my voice.

Plague shakes his head slowly, the mask obscuring his expression. "No... Dear, are you hurt?" he inquires, his tone surprisingly gentle for someone with such a menacing appearance.

I try to brush off the pain, masking it with a forced smile. "I'm fine," I reply, though the ache in my body tells a different story.

Plague lets out a heavy sigh, his frustration palpable even behind the mask. "So stubborn, but that's what I love about you... My dear, why are you ignoring me?" he says, his deep voice resonating with a mixture of concern and longing.

I glare at him, feeling a surge of defiance in the face of his imposing presence. "Why are you talking to me like this is normal?" I demand, unable to ignore the unsettling feeling gnawing at the pit of my stomach.

He laughs nervously, the sound echoing off the walls of the empty hospital corridor. "Well, isn't this your normal, right?" he says, his words muffled by the mask as he tries to sound casual despite the tension hanging thick in the air.

I'm taken aback by his words. "What do you mean?" I ask, confusion clouding my thoughts.

Plague's forced light voice falters slightly, the mask emphasizing the seriousness in his gaze. "I mean, we always find ourselves in these situations, don't we? You, me, facing off against each other. It's practically routine by now," he explains, though his words only serve to deepen my suspicion.

"You're not making any sense," I retort, my eyes narrowing as I scrutinize him for any sign of deception.

He laughs again, but it's hollow this time, lacking the warmth that usually accompanies his eyes. 

"Just trying to lighten the mood, dear hero. No need to get all serious on me now," he says, though his attempt at levity only serves to heighten my unease.

"Something's not right. You're acting strange," I observe, my voice tinged with apprehension.

Plague forces another laugh, though it's clear the facade is beginning to crack. "Me? Acting strange? Perish the thought. Let's just focus on getting out of here, shall we?" he suggests, though his words do little to ease my growing sense of unease.

As I stand in the deserted hospital corridor, pain pulsing through my body, I can't help but feel vulnerable in the presence of Plague. 

"Are you sure you're okay? You seem on edge" I managed to ask, my voice strained with discomfort.

He forces a chuckle, but his eyes betray a deeper turmoil. "Me? On edge? Nah, just the usual adrenaline rush from saving the day."

I narrow my eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing ache in my side. "Right. Because that's what heroes do, isn't it? Save the day."

Plague smirks, his demeanor unsettlingly calm. "And villains? What do they do?"

My breath hitches as I struggle to maintain composure. "Cause chaos and destruction."

He shrugs casually, but his gaze remains fixed on me. "Tomato, to-mah-to. It's all in the job description."

I let out a shaky breath, the weight of my injuries making it difficult to focus. "I don't know if I should trust you or not."

Plague's chuckle fades slightly, replaced by a flicker of something softer. "Trust is a luxury we can't always afford," he says cryptically.

The words send a shiver down my spine, but before I can respond, he continues. "But know this, dear hero, I will always protect what's mine."