June of Doom Day 2
"It didn’t have to be this way.” / Scream / Double Cross / Made to Watch
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Hero x Villain Masterpost | <- Previous Part | Next Part ->
Fandom: Original Work
Words: 900
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CW: mentioned death, gunshot wounds, deception, fire powers, swearing, revenge, death, whumper turned whumpee
A/N: Happy Sunday! Per popular demand, I’m continuing my Hero x Villain series, formerly "completed" back in December.
To clear up potential confusion: the character referred to as Whumper in this part is not the same as the Whumper in part 1 (because that one’s dead, and referred to as “Teleporter” in this part). This one’s the “hero” with fire powers who burned Hero during training, mentioned in part 2.
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Whumper adjusted the mask on their face for perhaps the fifth time in as many minutes as they stared out over the street below. They perched on the edge of a building, as they had for some time, waiting for the tech guy to find them something to burn. A stolen car, an attempted home invasion, a villain resurfacing… whatever it was, Whumper didn’t care. Anything was better than sitting and waiting.
“Still nothing?” They asked softly.
“Not since you asked me thirty seconds ago!” Techie snapped in their ear, the clicking sounds of their fingers on the keyboard a constant companion to their words. “The city’s been uncharacteristically quiet.”
Whumper hummed softly in thought. “That’s what Shapeshifter said about last night. And Sound Gun the night before that. Seems that after Teleporter was killed, everyone went to ground.”
Techie said nothing. The only sound on their end was the clattering of the keys. Whumper suspected what they were thinking, though. The last any of them knew, Hero had been seriously injured during their escape. Teleporter had gone after them, the quickest to get them back.
Yet Teleporter was dead.
And Hero’s body was yet to be found.
They’d covered their tracks well. According to Shapeshifter, Hero had left no trace around where Teleporter’s body was found. No scent, no blood, no fingerprints. No way to determine if it had been Hero or just some villain who’d managed to get the jump on Teleporter.
The cause of death was determined to have been blood loss from bullet wounds. Anyone could wield a gun, even a civilian.
But Whumper was sure it had to be Hero. They only couldn’t figure out how.
They reached up to adjust their mask again, but a sound nearby caught their attention. A scream.
Finally.
“Got something!” They reported, rising and leaping off the edge of the building, blasting fire from their hands to slow their descent until they touched the ground. The sidewalk was left charred, but it would wash off in the next rainstorm. Whumper took off running towards the scream as Techie acknowledged their report.
“D’you need backup?”
Whumper smirked. “Doubt it. But call an ambulance on my location just to be safe. Not for me, of course.”
Techie sighed. “...done.”
Whumper rolled their eyes. They would have to talk with them about judging their teammates’ methods. Better to ensure the criminals would never step out of line again than to deal with a relapsed convict.
Up ahead, the victim screamed again. Whumper made a hard left into an alley, following their mental estimation of the voice’s location.
Another scream. Almost there. Whumper turned into a smaller alley branching off the main one and paused, confused.
The alley was empty.
Huh?
Whumper prowled forward, listening intently. By all accounts, the victim and their attacker should be here. So where were they?
Another scream, identical to the first three, made Whumper almost jump out of their skin from its closeness. It sounded like it was coming from right next to them, but they were alone. Suspicion growing, Whumper kicked aside some of the trash against the alley wall. Their foot collided with a hard, blocky object, and their eyes widened.
A… walkie-talkie?
A gunshot echoed throughout the narrow alley. Pain exploded in Whumper’s leg, pulsing and throbbing and aching. They cried out and stumbled, looking around wildly as warm blood gushed down the injured limb and pooled on the ground.
Whumper’s eyes fell on a silhouette standing at the mouth of the alley. “You!” They snarled, limping towards them despite the way their leg screamed at them to stop. Fire ignited in their hands, matching the red-hot pain that coursed across their nerves.
Villain smirked, gun pointed right at Whumper’s heart. “That’s right. Me.”
“You think this is some sort of joke?” Whumper shouted as they lobbed a fireball at their assailant.
Villain dodged easily, backing out into the wider alley. Whumper threw another ball of fire and staggered after them. They couldn’t keep up much longer, not with the leg wound and with every spark sapping more and more of their energy.
Or maybe… maybe that was also the leg wound.
“Are you feeling a little dizzy from the blood loss?” Villain taunted.
Whumper snarled and almost whipped up another fireball to throw, but common sense made them stop and check their comm. “Techie, are you getting this?”
Static.
Fuck.
“Yeah…” Villain mused, shrugging, “I jammed your comm. Can’t have you bringing in the cavalry.”
“You… fucking… cheater!!” Whumper screamed, sending as big of a fireball as they could make screaming down the alleyway. The flames momentarily obscured their vision, but when the fireball dissipated, Villain was still there, the same infernal smile on their face.
“How?!” Whumper demanded.
Villain shook their head. “It didn’t have to be this way, y’know.”
Another explosion of fire. Whumper fell to their knees, crying out as the wound in their leg reasserted its presence. The world spun around them, and suddenly Villain was right in front of them, gun only inches away from Whumper’s forehead.
“You could’ve been a decent person. You had so many chances.”
Whumper breathed heavily, trying to form another fireball but only succeeding at making their fatigue multiply. “A kind person… can’t protect the city… like we do....”
The smile disappeared from Villain’s face without a trace, as if it was never there. “You don’t deserve the mantle you’ve been given.”
Whumper’s heart skipped a beat as Villain’s finger tightened on the trigger.
“This is for Hero.”
Bang.
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She looked at their filthy hair and scraggly beards and reddened eyes, at their dry, cracked, bleeding lips.[…]The water splashed across her fingers and down her sleeve, but Arya did not move until the cup was brimming over. When she turned back towards the cages the townsman moved to stop her. “You get away from them, boy-“ “She’s a girl,” said Harwin. “Leave her be” “Aye” said Lem. “Lord Beric don’t hold with caging men to die of thirst. Why don’t you hang them decent?”
Her face throbbed. Her shoulder bled. Breathing hurt. The pain crackled up her arm like lightening. She cried out for a maester. “We have no maester,” said a girls voice. “Only me.” […] “She can’t go much further. She’ll die.” “One less lion. I won’t weep.”
“You stand accused of murder, but no one here knows the truth or falsehood of the charges, so it is not for us to judge you. Only the Lord of Light may do that now. I sentence you to trial by battle.” The Hound frowned suspiciously, as if he did not trust his ears. “Are you a fool or a madman?” “Neither, I am a just lord. Prove your innocence with a blade, and you shall be free to go.”
At the hollow hill, what you said about being King Robert’s men, and brothers, I like that. I like that you gave the Hound a trial. Lord Bolton just hanged folk or took off their heads, Lord Tywin and Ser Amory were the same. I’d sooner smith for you.”
“…till you stand before m’lady.” Renly stood behind the girl, pushing hair out of his eyes. Not Renly, Gendry. “M’lady means for you to answer for your crimes.”
“Whatever treachery you think I may have done, my lady, Podrick and Ser Hyle were no part of it.” “They’re lions,” said the one-eyed man. “That’s enough. I say they hang. Tarly’s hanged a score o’ ours, past time we strung up some o’his.”
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And then the fire is all Lisee can see.
Time catches up all at once and there’s someone screaming very close to her as her eyes snap shut on instinct alone, afterimages still hot and red on her eyelids. There’s the sensation of freefall, of landing hard at the bottom of the pod as the brightness disappears all at once, and then she’s surrounded by stillness, but someone’s still screaming, and her father is dead.
With the sense of a candle being blown out, Lisee’s world goes dark.
A first edition of i am the fire, i am the forest, i am the witness watching it. Hand-bound using commercial black bookcloth, Thai marbled paper in "Firestorm," and red cardstock. Typeset and story by me.
Summary:
Lisee Wirecheek is alone, but she's far from defeated.
After Winkerbean, the sorcerer who held her captive for four years, kills Lisee's father, Werblund, Lisee wakes up on an unfamiliar island surrounded by Werblund's former adventuring party. Though Lisee is disoriented and stranded, she's willing to do whatever it takes to make Winkerbean pay — even make a deal with a god of vengeance.
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