The Villains Redemption

Part 8-"First Impression"

You steadily take a few deep breaths to control your breathing and lower your heart rate as you turn your tear-stained face towards Tiffany, the confusion and mistrust etched across her face causes you to break down crying, with heavy sobs wracking your weak body as you collapse on your knees, tears streaming down your ghostly white face.

"I-I'm so s-s-sorry Tiffany," you sob, although she had no reason to ever trust you again, Tiffany's face was filled with sympathy and compassion as she rushed over to hug you.

The past events that had occurred were hazy in your mind as you attempted to piece together key moments to relay to Tiffany, your memory felt clouded with this severe feeling of intense heartache and pain as you subconsciously reflect on the moments you shared with Adam before he stabbed you in the back.

The mere thought of his face would bring on a wave of tears which would result in more of Tiffany's consoling and questions regarding what happened. "Y/n, why are you back here? Was that Adam I heard outside?" questions Tiffany, her tone filled with empathy and compassion as you begin to calm down and wipe away stray tears leaking from your now puffy and red eyes.

-You catch Tiffany up on all the previous events from start to finish, making sure to include the details about the bracelet and how Adam framed you-

"It's all my fault," you whisper, attempting to keep your voice at a stable tone, now was not the time to start crying again. "No it's not y/n, we all make mistakes, and... I know a way we can get out of here and expose the truth to everyone," states Tiffany in a firm tone of voice.

You stare at her in shock, this isn't the old Tiffany,  this is a more confident and determined one, at that moment you realize that the only way to have a happy ending is if you both find the truth, together as friends.

No matter the risk. "What's your plan?" you question, the only way to stop the heroes from whatever they were planning was to uncover the truth that they desperately wanted to keep hidden. "Well, after you left me here, *Tiffany glances at you as you take on an ashamed look", I made a new friend, his name is Damien."

"Umm... have you been getting lonely while I've been gone or something? It's only us in this cell" you snicker, the mere thought of an imaginary dude named Damien rescuing the two of you was laughable. "Shut up! You know it's not just us on this floor? There is also a cell next to us, apparently, the police recently detained one of the most well-known mafia leaders in the city while on patrol through Washington Street.

That's right, the same street where the hero's new agency is located" remarks Tiffany, as you raise your eyebrows in surprise, what would a mafia leader be doing in broad daylight, let alone so close to a hero agency? That doesn't seem very spy-like...

~" You know, I have a feeling this one will hold us back, must we bring her?"~

"What the hell was that!?" you exclaim in shock, the after-effects of the male voice that echoed within your mind rendering your body immobile for five long seconds. "That was Damien, don't worry, after a couple of times you'll get used to the whole mindreading thing" smirks Tiffany, apparently revelling in your moment of shock. "Mindreading? I didn't think mafia leaders had powers.." you ponder out loud, this Damian dude might actually be useful.

~ You're so ugly even hello kitty said goodbye~

*Tiffany bursts out in laughter at the ridiculous and childish statement made by Damian, which was quite obviously directed at you"

"You don't even know what I look like Jerk!!" you retort back angrily, "and what kind of insult was that? Sounds like something a kindergartener would say," you snicker, this guy was starting to get on your nerves....

"Ok, ok, as I was saying!" interrupts Tiffany, attempting to regain some sense of control, "Damien here is quite experienced when it comes to jailbreaks and he's willing to help us find the truth after we escape," explains Tiffany in a hopeful tone.

"I don't think I want to work, let alone talk with that guy another second," you scowl angrily, In less than ten minutes you'd already made an enemy, how fun.

"Well, you'll both just have to get over it because we have no choice," says Tiffany sternly, all laughter had faded away from her face.

"Ok fine, I got it," you scoff, your thoughts returning to what you imagined Damien to look like, he probably had blond hair with a beard.. maybe a moustache?

~Not even close princess~

(Thank you for reading up to this point!! Feel free to comment what trope you think is about to happen as well as any suggestions and feedback!!❤️)