The Green Valley Twins

Untitled Part 61

"You damn bastard!" the leader snarled, his metallic fingers spread wide like steal claws. Best Jeanist cursed as he unraveled a fraction of his vest and mask to restrain the leader. The man's face was free of the ice-mask he was forced to wear before, revealing bright scarlet flesh pock-mocked from boils and contorted into bloody smears as if he had been exposed to acid. "She'll die in there! free her now!"

"her heart beats still," the child replied. The woman coughed and hacked, calling out for the leader as more scratches appeared across her body.

"Are you trying to kill her?!"

"Her heart beats still,"

"Honey," the woman coughed, gasped, then collapsed.

"Alya!"

"You should know there will always be a chance of things going bad," Best Jeanist informed the leader. "Stand down now."

"And let you kill my wife?! Suck a—"

"LANQUAGE!!" Jojo roared hurriedly, barely managing to cover the curse of the man for the child.

"Her heart beats still,"

"She's dying!"

"She lives," the child perked, looking back at the woman. There was one of the large wooden tables turned on its side, braced against the current of the tornado, the last member was using it disrupt the current and free the woman.

"She's not breathing!" the villain shouted, shaking the woman, "Boss!"

"BASTARD!" the leader roared, transforming his limbs into a dozen metallic blades, making his body look like a giant spike boll. The child dropped the hand outstretched towards the woman and lifted the one towards the man, his body lifted, his limbs stretched beyond his outward-control and then with a sharp gesture of the child's arm and hand, the man crashed into the floor hard enough to break it and send him into the room below. The child looked back to the last villain, watching the man retreat into the wall, shaking like a leaf.

"She lives still," the child said the words in a dismissive manner, as if they couldn't be forced to care.

"Amaru! Marshall!" Best Jeanist turned towards the group of four he apprehended, they were thrashing together, their eyes wide as they stared at their two mutant companions.

"You fucking monster!"

"You're killing them!"

"They're gonna die!"

"What kind of hero kills people?!"

"What is a hero?" the child asked, tilting their head at the four men curiously. Best Jeanist sighed heavily and turned towards the Bull-head and lizard-man, they were bleeding heavily from their wounds; four-arms was kneeling beside them crying quietly.

"Brother," four-arms murmured, shaking bull-head gently, like a child trying to wake their sleeping parents.

"They're breathing," the child stated dully, as if it were an obvious observation.

"just because they're heart beats or their breathing, doesn't mean they're okay," Best Jeanist informed the child. "they're losing too much blood. If they're not sent to the hospital soon, they'll die."

"What is die?" the child asked, it was in that moment, Best Jeanist and Jojo both understood just how drastically uneducated the child was. If the child didn't even know what a parent was, how could they expect for the child to comprehend what 'death' was. Everything they thought most children knew and understood, this young child seemed to not understand. The child knew that a heartbeat equals life but they didn't understand what blood loss was, or how the two mutants could die from it.

"its... its where you go to sleep... and-and not wake up," Best Jeanist answered slowly, unable to find any other way of explaining what death was.

"go to sleep and not wake up?" the child asked, "like man in street?" Best Jeanist bit his lip, his hands fisted at his side, he nodded despite not actually knowing who the child was referencing. "hmmm," the child looked at the two mutants, head tilted to the other side curiously, green eyes lost in thought as they stared. "stop bleeding and they be good?"

"huh?"

"I'll stop bleeding, they be good then?"

"If-if you can save brother we won't be villains anymore!" four-arms shouted, "please save brother!"

"What is 'villain'?"

"I'll explain later," Best Jeanist said as he kneeled beside them. "Can you heal them?"

"What is heal?"

"Can you repair the damage to them? Keep them from bleeding out?" the child frowned at him, as if not understanding. Then they held out a hand and one of the broken, half melted looking plates floated into their palms.

"like this?" the child asked holding the item out to Best Jeanist, then blinked hard and let the plate float between their palms. The plate twisted slightly, the air around it wavered as if it was super-heated, then the plate began to reform itself into its original shape. Within a few seconds it was cold to the touch and looking perfectly unharmed.

"Yes but... it'll be different," Best Jeanist frowned at the child, "Can you do this with living people?"

"Like the boy yesterday? Yes," she bobbed her head, snatched her ugly rabbit away for a tight hug and squeal, then flashed one palm at the two wounded men. The two injured mutants lifted into the air, as if they weighed the same as a feather. Then the child swiped their other hand, Bunbun now floating before them, and cleared a large section of flooring for the two mutants to lay down.

"Bunbun ready?" the child asked as if the toy was sentient, "okay, make boundary!" the rabbit split apart, its head parted to hover just above bull-head, its torso splitting in half so the right side and left side both floated in equal places to Bull-head's sides. "One at time, two-too-many," the child giggled, as if the sentence was funny. Then a wind kicked around Bull-head and the girl, it wavered and dance as if it sat above hot pavement on a hot summer day. The wind pushed back the child's hair, revealing their bright green eyes surrounded in blood-shot-sclera. Their face was thin and drawn, as if they have not eaten in many months or were a hawk completely focused on its next meal.

"Metal-ketal," the child giggled again, the metal in Bull-head's legs removed themselves with a harsh jerk, spraying more blood across the restaurant. "Okay! Fixy-mixy!" everyone watched as Bull-head took a deep breaths, slow, deep, and steady; as if he was only asleep. The deep gouges in his legs glowed a bright pink, thick veins sprouted out from the injuries, pulsing with each sleepy heartbeat. As the wounds sealed, a strange black dust pulled itself free of the injuries, as if escaping a prison of terror. Best Jeanist carefully made sure the other villains wouldn't interfere with the delegate process, not that any of them were willing to distract the child. The strange group of villains appeared to be close nit, relying entirely upon each other for support during every maneuver they ever made. when other heroes appeared to lend aid, he merely silenced them and handed the villains over one-by-one, using the hole the child made for the associates earlier that day as an excite. Nearly thirty minutes later, Bullhead was set down gently and four-arms quickly tried shaking the man awake.