𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 | 𝐛𝐧𝐡𝐚

𝟎𝟏. goodbye chizome

the pieces of my heart, mind, and body, lay in shambles along with the rest of my withered being. i break myself down, build myself back up again, just to wither away more and more with each passing thought. the more i tell myself 'you're not good enough' is just another cut added to my wrist. the more i excuse his actions, the more i realize he is not the man i believed him to be. and the more i try to put the pieces of my puzzle of a pass back together again, the more my mind scatters.

" y/n," chizome says. " you're doing it again sweetheart." i look up from the puddle of crimson, and meet his eyes. he tilts his head, studying my features. i try my best to keep my neutral expression, but he always knows what i'm thinking.

"they were scum, hero scum, you don't have feel bad." he says, spitting on the bodies of the stilled heroes. i look at my hands, the tips are beginning to turn black, but you can't really tell right now, given they're covered by blood. i look up.

faint hues of red and blue light cover my vision of chizome. he looks at me, signaling that it's time to leave. i nod curtly and follow him down the slim alleyway. i follow his movements, each leap, each jump, each push off. i copy step by step.

eventually, we arrive on a rooftop, overlooking the city. " i don't like doing this chiz-...stain." he turns to me, his posture animalistic. he's tainted with the smell of iron, and his smile is so devilish, i pop can't tell it's chizome, my chizome. the man who has raised me for 15 years of my life. the man who taught me everything i know. the man who is the closest thing to a father i have, but grimaces when the word "dad" leaves my mouth.

he doesn't look like himself out here, he never does in his costume. although he's an antihero, he looks to be worse than a villain. he look righteous, cunning, deadly... inhuman.

"i know, but we're doing everyone a favor." he starts. " the hero society needs to be reinvented, reshaped. we are the only people up for the task." i sigh, looking out at the skyline. the stars shine brightly against the city's horizon, offering a sense of peace amongst the chaotic world below.

chizome turns way from the view to look at me. his eyes, the only indicator that he's human and not some malevolent being, look sad. i turn to fully look at him, and i can feel the intensity of his gaze before we even make eye contact.

" you've gone soft y/n." he starts. i quickly turn away, not wanting him to realize my emotions.

" you used to love nights out with me. then you started going to school with those boys-"

" do not bring them up, chizome." i bite. he stands abruptly, his calm tone, replaced immediately with one of anger, hurt...betrayal.

"you've let those wannabe heroes get into your head!" he screams. " you are not one of them! this society tossed you aside, tossed us aside because of who we are!" his voice was full and crazed, but i could hear his vocals threatening to break.