If You Can't Take My Sass, Fuck Outta Existence

6 | Deathline

"We have to get out of here!" Lara squeaked, tailing the brunette the best she could manage. He could run like a panther, and he didn't wait a single second for her.

"How?" Death X paused. "I kind of wasted my last credits on the taxi ride here, so we're kind of stuck. Unless you want to steal a ship—"

Lara stared at him incredulously. She shook her head and bolted next to him. She took his wrist, and Death X squirmed from her grip.

"Trust me," she whispered timidly.

Reluctantly, the vigilante relented. In a small flash of lucid silver sparks, they were teleported in a secluded forest.

The first thing Death X did was find a tree, lean against it, and hurl.

Lara simpered and patted his back to assist him. It was her fault, after all. Whoever's not used to it could experience nausea, fatigue, and with the slight chance of their organs getting turned inside out.

She looked around and frowned. This wasn't Earth. She hadn't meant to teleport to an alien forest with trees that sprouted yellow leaves and black flowers. Suppose they were poisonous? Suppose they were lethal?

Sighing, she clipped the bridge of her nose. It was still unstable. If she doesn't get the hang of it soon, she might teleport herself into the sun, and that was one thing that wasn't on her bucket list, along with millions of dangerous and daring things to do like dancing in public.

After a couple of moments, Death X finally calmed down. His face was still tinged green, and it didn't seem like a good sign.

Still, it was turning night. He hadn't recovered to make another teleportation in case his body wasn't used to the transaction, so they had to stay the night in this odd planet. The gathered firewood and Death X started a fire manually, since none of them would bring around a working fire source. Seriously, why would people do that? Matches or lighters would be useful for getting stuck in foreign planets.

"So," Death X said, seating himself on a lump of wood he'd chopped down with his chains, "you can teleport. That's why they asked you to help them?"

Lara nodded lightly. She didn't trust this person, and she was sure he didn't trust her either.

"Ah, no wonder." He smiled warmly. "It's okay if you don't trust me. I can't stand by when you're getting kidnapped by them. But thanks for the save, I suppose."

"You threw up," she simpered, "for ten minutes. Because of me."

He waved his hand. "Nah! It's fine. For someone as boring as you, having those powers is sort of out of place."

Her faced burned again. She wasn't sure whether if he was like this or he's doing this on purpose. She crossed her arms and turned away.

"Aw, you're mad?" Death X chuckled. "Hey hey hey, don't be. You can't be that selfish!"

"I – I'm not mad." Lara forced herself to meet his playful gaze. She turned serious. "Why were you there, anyway? Your interference... it looks and sounds like a clichéd storyline."

Death X grinned toothily as he scratched the back of his head. "Ha! You heard of Shizuko? The #1 villain?"

She nodded sceptically.

"Yeah. Before you came, Shizuko let herself be captured. So I spent all my money to get here to kill her, but I was literally a second too late!"

"You're broke?"

"Yep!"

"I see..."

"It's alright. I don't spend much." Death X laid on the wood. "Being the #1 vigilante has its perks. You can play the hero and the villain and no one judges you."