Light Beam and Dark Thunder were always meant to be on opposite sides. Enemies with a past and no possible future.
Superhero. Supervillain.
Righteous. Nefarious.
Popular. Infamous.
But there was only one little problem with that: they liked their...
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"Light?"
"Light, hey, wake up."
"Come on, please?"
A hand shook me awake gently.
My lips struggled to say anything.
"It's almost 10:30." He said, his voice cracking a little with tiredness.
"What?" I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "I'm--I'm late for class." I looked around for Elliot but his side of the bed was empty. That little bitch was supposed to wake me up. He said he would!
"Yeah I don't think that's a major concern right now." He didn't know what it was like to have a normal life. He was Dark Thunder for fuck's sake, how could I even expect him to understand?
He had fresh blood running down his face? Oh no. Oh, no, no.
"What did you do? Did you get into a fight with Elliot?"
"I--I didn't do anything! Why would you even think that?" He looked hurt.
"Because you're a literal Supervillain! Where's Elliot?!" I grew more frantic with every passing moment. I sprinted to the kitchen, hoping to find him there, or in front of the TV or just, sitting around, being himself? But he wasn't there. My heart raced. Maybe letting a Supervillain into my home wasn't the best idea? Who would've thought?
"I don't know where he is."
"You're lying!" I stomped my foot and balled up my hands.
"I'm not. I have no idea where he went."
Maybe he wasn't lying? Maybe Elliot just went out? That was rare but I didn't think was impossible.
"Why are you hurt?" I sighed, looking at Dark, examining the cut.
"I--I hit my head on the mirror." He didn't look proud of himself, rubbing his neck sheepishly as he tried, in vain to explain his behaviour.
"Why?"
"I don't know--sometimes we do things we can't entirely explain to ourselves--I--uh--I wanted your help cleaning it up." He looked away. His cheeks flared as he backed away a little.
"Do it yourself." I said, still upset.
"Please, Light, it hurts?" He begged? What is going on with him? This is weird, it's not natural, it's frustrating!
"No, you did this, you clean it up!" I resisted the urge to punch him in the face.
"I was hoping we could talk about yesterday." I didn't like the softness in his eyes. The tenderness in the eyes of someone so evil.
"There's nothing to talk about." I shook my head. Yesterday had been a lot and I wasn't ready for it.
"I was going to tell you who hurt me." He held my forearm and forced me to look into his deep dark eyes. Okay, this is getting creepy now?
