Random one shot writing prompts/dumps

What the rain washed in

It was a chilly autumn night, a downpour like that of the flood in the bible that had been going down for hours on end now only reduced to a slight drizzle, a soothing pitter patter of the gentle remains of the rain filling the air in a soothing harmony

In the furthest parts of the city, hidden in plain sight within a grand victorian style house, was the home of the one of the most notorious villains there had been in decades, freshly escaped from the maximum security prison he had been sent to after getting defeated by a resurfaced prodigy heroine who he used to fight constantly before she up and dissapeared years ago, seeming relieved on the outside yet sick with worry as he searched for her to no avail

A scowl was painted across his handsome yet lightly scarred face as he read the newspaper, his old bittersweet rival on the cover smiling brightly as she waved at the cameras, the caption of the stupid newspaper STILL going on about her "amazing" debut on defeating him and her other recent feats, her beautiful face as plump and rosy as he remembered, gritting his teeth before desintigrating the paper between his hands and throwing the remaining gray lumps into the fireplace before him

Rising from his seat, he walked across the deadly silent hallways of his family mansion towards the kitchen, the sound of his slippers hitting against the cold marble floors the only thing heard apart from the fire he was leaving behind

The image of her similing so brightly at the camera made his heart wrench. Years he had gone undefeated after she dissapeared, building a massive network of power and oppression over the city with an iron fist and gaining himself fame world wide.... only for her to fly back into his life and the world loving her like mad when he fell at her hands

Frustrated, he punched a wall leaving a crater and cracks in his wake before inhaling deeply, running his hand through his disheveled damp hair and entering the kitchen, he began the process of hand brewing himself a strong cup of coffee since, being the insomniac he was and the still strong bitter taste of defeat in his tongue he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, the sound of the beans being crushed by the coffee grinder, the sound of the kettle heating up as he made himself a snack, the smell of coffee filling the air as he strained the ground beans through the hot water easing down his anger substancially

Walking back with a calmer pace, the villain eyed the crater and sighed bitterly. He'd get that fixed another day. Right now, all he desired was some peace and quiet

Sitting down again in his chair, he set down his snack and held the mug filled with coffee in both his hands to take a deep inhale of the entoxicating scent wafting from the clay craft that had been handed down in his family up for about 6 generations now, his mind going blank as the mug rose to his lips for the first sip of what he knew was going to be a long night....

'boom'

'boom'

'boom'

Softly echoed across the empty house, making the man rise from his seat in the blink of an eye at the weak knocks of the giant mahogony doors that made up the entrance, his dark brown eyes eyeing the door with an enraged yet slightly mad glint in his eyes. What kind of retarded fuck would DARE come to this property, at these ungodly hours of the night, after such a downpour in autumn nonetheless?

Setting his mug down, the villain tied his robe closer as he went down the stairs to the main lobby, calmly flexing his hand ready to strike down and kill who he could only think at the moment were the police to disturb his peace which, if they were then... well, let's just say he had a bone to pick with them after they turned on him as soon as SHE began gaining the upper hand against him showing how quickly they'd stab him in the back as soon as he began failing in even the slightest