Time Stood Still

Cake

*Cake*

(Christian 'CC' Coma + Jake Pitts)

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I sighed as I dangled my legs off the Empire State Building. The wind blowing my blood red cape behind me. I stared at the ant-sized people occupying the streets below, waiting for something exciting to happen.

An alarm rang and I knew my wish was granted.

I flew over to the bank sounding the alarm to see a villain wearing black with a guitar hanging around his neck. I grabbed my power drum sticks from my special holster and whistled.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" I yelled at him while I landed softly on my feet.

The villain turned around and I saw his make-up. His eyes had black around them, but flowed down as if he was crying. His costume was black with the white letters "JP" on the front. My breath caught as I could hear beeping. Beeping? I looked down to see if it was my wrist. Sure enough, I had run out of time.

0 seconds

"What?!" JP exclaimed. "My clockmate can't be a hero! I'm a villain for fuck's sake!" He growled and screamed in anger. He turned towards a random building and strummed his guitar before a white laser shot out of the top of the neck. The building had a hole through the middle.

"Stop! You're hurting innocent people!" I yelled at him.

"So?! How else will people take me seriously?!" JP strummed his guitar and pointed it at me. I gasped and flew over it to avoid the laser.

I air-drummed a random beat and pointed a drum stick at him, a black laser shooting out at him. The laser hit JP's shoulder and I knew I had started a war. JP flew towards me and hit me over the head with his guitar. I groaned and gritted my teeth. I slapped him with my left drumstick, and I knew that the make-up falling down faster meant he was crying. And crying means pain.

My heart pained as I knew I had hurt my clockmate. JP striked my jaw with his palm and then punched my stomach, causing me to bend over. He elbowed my spine and I cried out in agony.

I felt my spine shatter and I knew I wouldn't make it out of this battle on top.

JP then grabbed my collar and my lower back and threw me into a brick building. I slammed into the wall with my back and slumped down and onto the sidewalk, lying on my broken back.

JP stood over me and I knew he'd rid of me. He leant down to where his face was in front of mine and asked, "Last words or requests?" I shook my head no and squeezed out a couple of hot tears.

I waited for a bright light to show and to be out of pain, but what had surprised me was that instead of dying.... I felt someone's lips being pushed against mine. I opened my eyes to see the villain kissing me. He lips moving against mine felt amazing and I began to kiss him back. He pulled away and stood up, carrying me bridal style. JP began to fly and I laid there limply.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Jake Pitts. Yours?"

"Christian Coma. But you can call me CC. Where are you taking me?"

"I'm taking you to a hospital, because even though evil and good are like oil and water, me defeating you hurt worse than that butch whip-like slap you gave me with one of your drum sticks."