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tw: death

It’s cold. Someone shifts in the edges of the villain’s vision. Their breaths come out short and forced; each one threatening to be their last. Something bumps against their leg but they barely feel it. They can barely feel anything.

“Fuck,” someone hisses. The villain can hardly hear them. Their blood is pumping much too loudly in their ears. Something thick and crimson smudges across their palms. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to—”

There’s a moment of blissful nothing. It’s almost peaceful enough to fall asleep in. Then: “I’m so sorry, I– I didn’t—”

Footsteps. Receding. The person in the villain’s peripheral disappears and their voice dissipates into stark silence.

Exhaustion drags at the villain’s eyes. Everything around them is too far away. Their own thoughts are drifting dangerously close to nothing.

“Gosh,” a voice says from somewhere nearby. “You don’t half make yourself difficult to look after, do you?”

What? is what tries to come out of the villain’s mouth, but all their body can force out is a confused groan.

“I wish you would’ve considered a life of, I don’t know, normalcy and general lawfulness,” the voice continues. The villain can see them, kind of, standing at their feet. “I tried to force it down you as a teenager but… you know. Teenagers don’t listen.”

The stranger squats down in front of them, their head tilted to the side almost in curiosity. A white sheet spills at their feet. “Then again, I wasn’t expecting a hero to flat out stab you.” They chuckle, the sound reverberating harshly in the villain’s ears. “How novel.”

“Who…” is the furthest the villain can force their next question.

“Ah.” The person shuffles slightly. “I’m no one to worry about. I’ll introduce myself properly when you’re… lucid.”

The prospect of sleep is much too alluring for lucidity to be a possibility. The world has shrunken down to the villain at the stranger rambling at them by now. Their side hurts, and they can’t be bothered to remember why.

The person flops down on the ground with a sigh. Lower down, the villain can just about make out their face. Warm, kind; a bright smile beams at them. They’re pristine, beautiful, a world away from how the villain feels.

They momentarily see a flash of glaring white from behind the person as they settle, but they’re so dazed now that they might as well be imagining it.

“I’ll wait for you,” they say casually. “I’m sure you won’t be too long now, from the looks of you.”

Wait for what? The villain’s pretty sure they’re dying. Cold and fatigue creep in from all angles. They’re not going anywhere.

“Where…” The villain stops short again, their voice failing them, but the stranger seems to understand perfectly. Their smile widens slightly, and the villain somehow feels safe knowing they’re here. Like the first flower of spring is growing despite the claws of winter around it.

“We’re going to the other side,” the person says with a laugh like church bells, “and I’m pissed I have to take you there so early.”

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #tw death #wanted to write a different angel story. failed. wrote this in its place #and its happening lads. this is posting whilst im at the conference for workkkkkk #im writing these tags way in advance (it is the middle of january) but i know i will be TiredTM #HOW WE HOLDIN UP 2ND FEB ME #[im pretty tired 15th jan me imma be real]

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