𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: In a terrible accident, Y/n manages to lose the one person closest to them. What they don't expect is to catch the attention of a certain villain...
𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Angst
𝒢𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇: [ Not Specified ]
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My eyes slowly fluttered open, and in a haze of smoke, the only thing I felt was a horrible throbbing sensation on the back of my head, and a ringing in my ears. I let a few fingers reach behind me, and when I brought them back they had a few droplets of blood on them.
I squeezed my way out from underneath the upturned car, scraping my arms and legs against the broken shards of glass. The fire blazed too close for my liking.
Once I was free, I crawled on all fours towards the driver's seat and peered through the broken window.
Dad... I'm so sorry...
It was an accident...
Sirens blared in my ears ripping me away from my thoughts. I knew that once the police showed up, I'd be in deep shit. They wouldn't understand me. So, I did the most logical thing possible.
I stood up onto my wobbly legs and ran into the night.
It was difficult, mainly because I was so unbearably dizzy from the wound on my head, and I ended up stumbling into a dark alleyway, hidden from the blue and red lights of the police and the ambulance that had now arrived. Taking a few ragged breaths, I leaned my head against the wall behind me and slid down so that my knees covered my chest.
For some reason, I didn't cry. The feeling of sadness and guilt didn't overwhelm me, nor did anger like it usually did.
I felt... nothing.
My eyes shut as I buried my head into my arms, that was rested on my knees. My hair fell in front of my face messily while my body trembled.
Then I heard footsteps. Slow, and quiet. They were coming from the street side of the alley, meaning whoever those footsteps belonged to already had me cornered.
I instantly stood back up, way too fast, as it caused me to become even dizzier than I already was. Regardless, I forced my eyes to stay open and watch for the stranger, fists raised.
Once I saw him, my guard lowered. Even though everything inside me was screaming that this was a villain and that I should do something, my fight or flight instincts about to take over. But... I didn't.
The guy looked around my age and had black spiky hair, and his skin was covered in burnt patches and staples. His electric blue eyes bore into mine, looking bored, and yet striking me with fear.
