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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There was no easy way to do this. There was never going to be. But somehow, doing it with Dark made it worse. Humiliating even. This was not supposed to be his comfort zone.
The staring was worse now. Maybe that's because I had my glasses on now and I noticed it a lot more but it was, without question, the worst part of returning to Super Tower. It was rare for so many people to even be present on a weekend. But soon enough it dawned on me that they were there for me.
I wanted to murder Dark for making me go through this. That wouldn't do any good, he wouldn't even understand what the fuck it was for. But it would hurt. And for now, I'd settle for that.
Dark was not exposed in the way I had been forced to be. I was in an old loose sweater and a pair of jeans that didn't really fit me anymore. He was in formal Supervillain attire. Or Superhero, considering his current position.
His suit looked different in all the light. It wasn't a suit meant to go with the aesthetic of Super Tower. It was almost black. But not quite. It was the color of the night sky. A purple that was a hairsbreadth away from black but never quite. It was practical. Hard to the touch. It was almost like armour but with a fashion sense. A monochromatic skeleton that covered his whole body, barring his face. On most occasions, he let everyone see his face.
"Light?" He whispered, bringing my attention back to where we were. The lobby of Super Tower. Walking towards the rest of my life. I didn't want to be doing this. I didn't want to be here. Just standing there made it sink in. Not one person in the entire Tower would hesitate to end me if Dark looked away for much longer than a second. The vitriolic glares said a lot more than they should have been able to.
"Dark..." I contemplated if I should say anything to him and quickly decided against it. He wouldn't get it. Dark didn't understand why I cared so much. Why anyone did. He was not the kind to feign sympathy for sentiment's sake. And I didn't want that from him either.
"What is it?" The softness in his eyes contrasted the harsh build of the suit.
I shrugged.
"You're okay," he said, offering me a comforting smile that failed to make an impact today.
I nodded anyway and faked a smile. Dark couldn't make this better. He was not supposed to be here.
"What about Fel?" I suddenly found myself asking.
He said nothing, just sighed and took me to the elevator.
We were going to the sixty seventh floor. He took my hand around the twelfth floor.
Something about it pissed me off.
"We're not in this together. You may think so, but we're not. I'm alone in this. And I want you to just respect that, okay?" I gritted out, taking my hand out of his.
"I--I'm sorry." he seemed almost a little hurt.
"Gosh I fucking hate you!" I screamed finally, just as we made it past the thirtieth floor, "you had no right to take away so much from me."
