The Stranger

The Fall- Villain's POV

This wasn't what I was expecting. All I was hoping for in this fight, was the outcome of me winning; NOT FALLING! But hey, I'm up for trying new things.

What was I even thinking, anyway? Fighting on top of the tallest building of the city, where there are no railings on the edges. We were both just begging for something dangerous to happen- if our fight wasn't already dangerous enough. 

At this point, I'm facing forwards, watching the floor below me grow bigger and bigger. Little ant-like figures gather in masses. I'm pretty sure those are people. But who knows, maybe they really are ants, or I'm hallucinating, or I'm already dead, or... something. My arms are waving in the air. The wind blows in my eyes and I begin to tear up. They sting. And in the final moments of my life, I actually don't care. Trying to manoeuvre my body, I turn my body in some kind of movement resembling a spider after it got sprayed with poison. I'm now facing upwards towards the sky, with my arms still flailing in the air, just this time in front of me. The air is cooling down. It's still warm, though, with the temperature just being cold enough for a light jumper. But who cares about the temperature when you're falling! I guess this is how my life will end. With me just pathetically cascading down the side of a sky scraper. What an idiotic way to die. I mean come on! I live my entire life killing and fighting and wearing jaw-dropping outfits, for me to then just end it from splatting on the ground? It's wretched. I try to shake my head of the thought of my petty fate.

And that's when I notice the hero. Her face is pale. Eyes wide open, lips tightly shut, and her body seemingly frozen. She looks so... frightened. Like she's just seen something. And some other emotion shines in the hero's eyes. Something I can't quite make out. She's not too far from me. In fact, she's just a little closer to the ground, and about half-an-arms reach away from me. Guilt sinks in my stomach. The thought of loosing her pains me. I hate how much it hurts me to loose such a dumb fool, and someone who's gone out of their way just to try and destroy me. She makes my life so miserable, but so fun. I can't let the hero escape me. Not when she's so close to me, right in my grasp. Thoughts spin in my head. What's the most rational thing to do in this situation?

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I pull her closer to me. She's cold, and I mean freezing cold. As she rests on my chest, her back pressed against me, her body begins to warm up. Our heartbeats sync. We've never gotten so close together before, but this feels all too similar. The air flows through my hair, brushing it softly. Time seems to stop.

Not much further down I can imagine. As we fall down together, I watch the buildings loom over us in the sky. Memories flood my brain. From when we first locked eyes, to our first fight, I'll never forget the way she made me feel. The first time I saw her eyes shine, I knew I couldn't leave her alone. The feel of her body spells me in a trance. I can feel the shape of her body pressing against me. After all these fights, after all these arguments, and after all we've done together, I can't help but hold her tighter. She's a beautiful thing, the hero. Her golden eyes used to shine in the sunlight right before every fight we'd have. Nearing the end of the tall fall, I shut my eyes. Trying to suppress the fond memories we've created with each other. I love her. I really do. And I know I'm just saying this all of a sudden, but I truely love her; and I hope she feels the same way. I continue to squeeze my eyes shut. I can't bear watching the last moments of my life before I splat on the floor. The ground lures us in, and I hug my arms around her back and then her waist, attempting to protect her. My face snuggles into her hair. I've never felt her soft, auburn hair before. The hero shakes in my grasp. She's so vulnerable, and delicate. I hold her like I'm never going to see her again.

The haunting truth is that I'm probably not going to. Opening my eyes one last time, the city lights fade to a blur. Water forms in my eyes, and I blink it away. Although, one tear managed to spill. I'm afraid. I'm afraid to loose her and loose my life. Usually I'm never scared, but this is terrifying. At this point I'm shaking. For some reason I look back, staring straight at the floor only a few meters from me.

I can't believe this is it. This is where my story ends. This is where I lay to rest.

But if I have to die, I want to die with the feel of her, the thought of her.