The Villains Redemption

Part 1-"The fire"

( You can imagine any villain outfit but generally y/n wears various shades of black and white along with casual sweatpants etc)

The day was scorching hot, and as you trudged along, an exciting idea suddenly popped into your head. The hero agency was just a few miles away, and being the passionate kleptomaniac that you were, the notion of paying them a visit sparked an irresistible urge to stir up some chaos.

You dashed through the crowded streets, moving so swiftly that you seemed almost invisible, leaving only faint blurry lines in your wake.

The day was scorching hot, and as you trudged along, an exciting idea suddenly popped into your head. The hero agency was just a few miles away, and being the passionate kleptomaniac that you were, the notion of paying them a visit sparked an irresistible urge to stir up some chaos.

You dash through the crowded streets, moving at such a swift pace that you appear seemingly invisible to the naked eye, leaving only blurry traces in your wake as you activate your super speed power.

After a few minutes of sprinting at top speed, you finally reach the entrance to the revered hero agency that had everyone in awe. Luckily, all the heroes were out on some mission in another state, which meant the entire building was deserted and at your mercy. You had to force your way in by breaking the locked wooden door, but that was just a minor inconvenience.

As you stride into the room with an air of confidence, a sudden shout escapes your lips. A woman in her late 40s cowers behind her office chair, her face etched with fear as she takes in your imposing figure in the broken doorway.

"Wait, are you serious right now?" you groan in frustration, hoping the place would be empty. Instead, you find a startled woman in charge. "What's your name, lady?" you ask casually. "T-Tiffany," she stutters, clearly regretting sharing her name with you, a villain.

You were about to ask Tiffany to get out of here so she wouldn't have to actively witness you ransacking the whole place but you were interrupted by a deafening crash from the floor right above you.

"What the hell was that!? " You shriek as these ear-piercing screeches vibrate throughout the room, reminding you of nails down a chalkboard but way worse. You yell at Tiffany to get the hell out of here but you didn't need to, she had already scurried out at the sound of the first crash, god these people were such cowards sometimes.

You use your super speed ability to make your way up the steps to the second floor which is still actively making your ears bleed at repeating intervals. As you reach the next floor, your eyes painfully squint as you attempt to survey the indistinguishable scene in front of you, smoke is rapidly filling the now ashen room, and with little to no vision, for the first time in your life, you feel utterly helpless.

Despite this, adrenaline immediately kicks in, causing something deep inside you to snap and kickstart your legs and arms into moving ahead into the black cloud of smoke.

However, after but a few seconds of walking through the centre of the room your foot gets caught causing you to almost face plant onto the hard wooden planks below. It's a body. A dead body. No... they're moving... they have to be alive... You restrain yourself from having a coughing fit due to the smoke coming from the hot fires that are now moving at an alarming rate towards you and the stranger you managed to grip in your weakening arms.

Some villains' weaknesses were acid, or water, maybe even electricity, yours was smoke. The more you inhaled the less your body functioned making the mission at hand all the more difficult. Who knew a simple ransacking plan could turn into attempting to save some rando from a burning building?

You muster up your last bit of strength and heave the now unconscious figure over your shoulder, you stumble down the stairs and try to not collapse from the sheer weight of the person in addition to your gradually deteriorating figure. As you exit the building the last thing you see before collapsing onto the solid asphalt ground outside is the smug and selfish look of the hero's all around the doorway you had confidently busted open mere minutes ago.

It appears Tiffany had alerted the heroes of your untimely presence in their oh-so-precious agency, how pathetic can you get? After saving a human life this is the praise you get? Being looked upon as if your gum is at the back of someone's shoe, as you fall into an unearthly state of unconsciousness, your last thoughts linger on the fact that no matter the outcome you'll always be the villain in their story.

The next time you open your eyes it will be in some dusty cell underground with other lost villains who weren't able to find their own path of redemption due to the twisted and broken views of society.💔