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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The thing with using someone's powers to keep a car full of people stable is that the person may choose to let go.
Maze got tired eventually. I didn't blame him. I understood. I just wish he'd warned us. It felt like recoil.
We were all forced to deal with our feelings sooner than we would've liked to.
Elliot wouldn't get out of the shower.
Dark wouldn't let me go.
And I couldn't turn off my headache anymore. I assume it was my headache that wore Maze down. It's a bitch of a headache.
Maze wanted to take a nap. Exhausted. But he didn't do it. He stayed with us. Waiting for Elliot to leave the shower. Watching me comfort Dark.
Right then, I was convinced that Dark was my fault. I had taken away being a Superhero from him when he first wanted it. I had snatched it away from him and claimed it to be mine. Convinced the world that I was the hero and he was the thief.
It had been so easy. Painless. And I wanted to believe that he turned to darkness out of his own free will but I knew better. I knew that the boy sobbing on my shoulder, while he did have his evil tendencies, he was pure in his heart. He was kind and soft when it mattered, he had strong beliefs and he wouldn't let anything corrupt his ideals. He was capable of wrong but who wasn't?
But I could tell that he was sorry. Villains weren't sorry. Villains didn't care about the mess they left behind. Not in this way.
"Maze, pull him together. Just for a moment," I said, with Dark still clinging to me. I wasn't used to this and I hated it.
"No!" Dark screamed.
"I won't be able to hold him too long." Maze said, ignoring him.
"I'll take care of it," I said.
It took Maze a few seconds to work into Dark's head. Then I felt his tears stop. He pulled away, looking at me with his big, wet eyes. I couldn't look at him this way. It was frustrating, if anyone had the right to be a mess, it was me. If I could hold it together then so could everyone else.
I cupped his face. I nodded at Maze to let go. There had to be more than one way to stop Dark Thunder from turning to mush.
"I need to take a shower. And you need to get your hand checked out. Zach. Pull yourself together."
"Why did you call me that?" He flinched away from me.
"You needed to hear it."
"We had a deal." Right. We did have a deal. Almost forgot about that. He pulled himself away from me and passed a hand over his face.
"I won't call you Zach again if you promise to get a fucking grip." I didn't want him to hate me but it was acceptable at least.
"Hey, I understand why you did it, but that doesn't allow you to violate a legal document." I didn't like the look on his face. Plain hatred didn't suit Dark Thunder. Even as a Supervillain he had never quite looked at me that way, and even without my glasses, I could tell that I never wanted him to look at me that way again.
