One-shots and such

Writing prompts 3- superhero

BANG
stomp
Stomp
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BANG

Lights on. Dressing gown wrapped. I sluggishly open my door and trudge down the hall. When I get the the entrance of the flat, I flick the light on. There, lying in the middle of the entrance way at 2 am, covered in rain and blood, passed out face down, slashes covering his back, is my roommate.
"Welcome back Nathan."

The next morning, both of us have visible bags. Nathan was out from about 9pm to when I found him passed out at 2am doing god knows, and I spent another 2 hours stitching his back up (which I have had way too much practice in by now).
"How do you manage to get so many injuries so often?" I had asked him. And just like every other time I ask, he just turned to me with a devilish smile and said "I need to pay the rent somehow!". Nevertheless, neither of got much sleep. Thank god it was a Saturday. I get up and trudge my way into the living room and make myself a bowl of cereal.

My name is Ruby. I'm almost 19, and living in a flat I share with my roommate, Nathan. I'm a medical student, and he's a media student. He's just turned 20, and had been living here for a year before I saw an ad about a cheap flat and moved in here.

I hear a door from down the hall creak open and heavy footsteps make their way down the hall. I put down my bowl of cereal and turn my head, staying sat on the sofa. Nathan appears at the living room door, looking like hell. Bruises cover his body, contrasting his pale skin, all of them nearly as dark as the huge bags that droop from his eyes. His hazel hair shoots up in every direction and partially covered his left eye, which he either hasn't noticed or isn't bothered enough to move. His usually bright, shining sapphire eyes are dull and tired looking. He's still wearing the clothes he was wearing yesterday. "Mornin'..." He says tiredly and slumpes onto the sofa. "Considering your condition last night- or should I say this morning- I'm surprised you're up before 10." I say, rolling my head to the right to look at him. He rolls his head to the left to look at me and replies "it's fine, it's a Saturday." in a slow voice, before rolling his head back and grabbing the TV remote sat on the arm of the sofa to the right of him. "The day of the week justifies you getting your back torn up?!" I ask him, in the most shocked/angry voice I can muster on 4 hours of sleep. "I told you, it's for cash. It was an accident. We talk about this every time, and nothing super bad's happened has it? Now let me watch my show." He replies, his eyes staring off into the distance. I sigh and stand up, going into the kitchen to put my bowl down.

That night, I have my job. Nathan and I both work during the night, so many of our interactions involve one of us being tired and grumpy. I pack my bag up and leave the house, shouting "BYE!" as I left. Just before I leave, I hear a shout in return. I check my phone and make my way to the target location. The phone map pops up with directions to the nearest toilets, where I get changed. It's not the best changing room in the world, but I can hardly change at home with Nathan around. I grab my bag and head out to my job.

This time, the job is just a test run set up by my father. I walk out into the crowded street, mask firmly in place, grabbed the gun from the bag and began shooting into the crowd.

There's one more thing I should mention about myself: I come from a line of villains whose sole purpose is to cause as much evil and terror as possible in this world.

This is the story of a well known and much hated villain, and her roommate.
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Hi again!
I have lots of other chapters on this book going, I just haven't published them. This one was finished in one sitting, at 2am... That's when I write most thing to be fair. But anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
The prompt is at the top, in the media.