Heroic Villains: Toxic Hero

3) After Burn

The picture to the right shows all the lovely masks. Sorry for not drawing them I just didn't want to waste time with Glimmer's mask which is depicted pretty damn good in the picture and Clover's Mother's which was hard to find it's not exsact but it gives you an idea. Also Clover's and Toxic's are very simple and similar so I didn't bother with those...

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Clover

  Clover stared at the violin quietly. He stood in front of the table where the case lay closed for almost a year, it was now open. The black wood of the violin reflected the sunlight shining through the large window. Clover took a shaky breath; Vast had left on a booty call after one of his many girls called. Clover had been standing in front of the instrument for almost thirty minutes now staring at the violin he’d been given on his thirteenth birthday.

  His mother had it made just for him, it was a surprise. Clover glanced around the empty studio the necklace sitting on the counter in plain view. Clover stared at it for a moment before closing the violin case and walking over to the necklace.

  Clover stared at the fake jewels, his mind cluttered with thoughts of hate and rage. Wondering if Vast would care if he just left, he was almost sure that Vast wouldn’t even notice. Clover shook his head, trying to caste the dark thoughts from his mind, like he always did when they reared their ugly head.

  Clover took a deep breath and held it or a moment, memories flooding his mind when he was alone. The screams always filling the silence shutting out everything else, the terrified faces of his victims swam in front of his closed eyes. Clover dropped to his knees his breathing hitched as he cowered on the floor.

  “…Leave me alone.” Clover whimpered clasping his hands over his ears trying to drown out his phantoms. “Please, Just…Please…” Clover felt his body tremble under the stress.

  “Clover…” Clover jolted into a sitting position, making eye contact with the first person he ever killed.

  “Mom…” Clover breathed the name his voice cracking slightly. A warm gentle smile spread across her lips, it didn’t reach her dark blue eyes they were almost black.

  “Clover…” She echoed his name, “My Clover, my little lucky charm.” Vast had been named for his power there father saw to it, but Clover was named on his mother’s whim. Clover backed up until his back hit the counter.

  “Please I-” Clover’s mother stood and strolled over to him. Her long black hair flowed with no wind to animate it.

  “Clover…Don’t fear me. I’m your mother, I will never hurt you.” She knelt down in front of him her smile never leaving her face. Clover stared at her through teary eyes, “I miss you love.” She told him reaching out a pale white hand and touched his cheek. Clover was surprised she was so warm. Clover closed his eyes, he didn’t remember the act of killing his mother but she was always there, haunting him.

  “Clover, look at me. Please don’t shut me out. I only want what’s best for you.” The villain could feel her breath against his sweating skin. His skin prickled despite the warmth, she wasn’t human she wasn’t even alive. “Clover please, let’s go somewhere…Please?”  His mother cooed. Clover shook his head.

  “I don’t want to.” He mumbled.

  “Clover,” His mother singed, “Let’s go play with the humans, Clover, We’ll have fun I promise.” She cooed. Clover tried ignoring her but it was useless he could feel his resolve slipping as she clawed her way in. “My Clover, let’s go play you don’t want me to be lonely do you?” She begged brushing Clover’s hair out of his face. His eyes gazed into hers weakly begging to be left alone. “You did this Clover, you made me this way.” She breathed her skin was suddenly freezing cold as it pale to a white. Her eyes sunk into her skull as her voice became rough and dragged out.