The Undoing Of Heroes | ✓

eight

eight

THE DARKNESS WAS welcomed.

It allowed me to move freely, and to hear the man's curses as he damned me to hell and back. The screams and shouts from outside were more evident now, as they pounded on every surface available, whining for us to let them in.

I wouldn't, because now I had control. And I wasn't about to let go. 

I used the power lines running through the building to blur around him, switching my positions, making sure he heard me doing so. 

"Show yourself, pussy." He swore, swinging his arms around blindly. 

I appeared next to him and let my hands slide down his exposed neck, he shuddered, and swung around with his fists, narrowly missing me as I dodged. 

"Nuh uh." I tutted, grinning in the dark. Mad. You're completely mad. 

I heard the man growl in annoyance, calling someone's name. 

"Breaking more rules?" I asked, letting a finger slip down his arm, then graciously slipping away as he reached out in darkness, trying to snatch my wrist. 

I let the lights flicker once twice, and he saw my shadow sailing across the room, blazing with energy. 

"W - what are you?" He replied, voice shaking. He'd dropped his confidence somewhere along with his pride. 

"Your worst nightmare." Came my reply, right next to his ear and he snarled, swinging around with his punch. I blocked it, and sent a buzz of energy running through my arm, electrifying him. 

He screamed, and my dark side revelled in it, so I twisted his arm, bending it across his back, jets of high voltage still running through his body. 

He was shaking, shaking badly, yet I couldn't seem to stop. 

There was only one way to end this. It was by his death. 

And it would've happened. It would happen.

Instead, I was knocked off my feet by a blazing fireball, and the room was flooded with fire as Blaze came sailing in through the window, landing in a heap of glass shards on the floor as his eyes zeroed in on me, getting to my feet a few steps away.

We were close enough for me to see his harsh breathing and the hard, angular lines of his face as his eyes stormed a dark grey. 

"Fuck off, hero." I replied, already fed up with the entire ordeal. I wasn't normally this snappy, just a bit sarcastic in my replies to the hero, but I wanted him gone so I could get some answers, "We don't want your kind around here."

"You don't, but he does. I'm here to protect the innocent."

I laughed, and the sound reverberated around the room, seemingly shocking Blaze as his eyes narrowed.

"Protect? You should've told my dad that before your kind burned his face off." I snarled, letting the light turn off once again. 

Of course, he used his fire to light the room, flooding it in dim, red light as fire flickered along the walls. 

Emotions were roaring inside me, demanding to be let out. Strong emotions never mixed well within a hero, and I felt the usually harmless sparks hurting me as my arms prickled painfully from the electricity.

The man, whose name I'd yet to learn (not that I would bother, he'd be at the bottom of the harbour before sunrise.) had slunk away into the shadows, yet I knew he hadn't strayed from the building. Something told me he had yet another card to play, another ace up his arm.