Villain getting a word of their hero being captured and tortured by another villain, so they rescue their hero and go absolutely berserk on that other villain because only they have the right to capture/hurt that hero?
Hero flinches when Villain touches them.
Hero, the person Villain never saw so much as lowering their chin, cowers away from their hand.
If Villain’s blood wasn’t already boiling at the vision of their enemy tied to a table with dried blood all over their clothes, it would be now.
“Hey, Hero,” Villain says as softly as they can, hands hovering just above Hero’s skin, hesitating. “It’s me. Villain. I’m here to help, but I need to touch you to open the restraints.”
Wide eyes flicker up to Villain’s worried ones. “Th-that’s what Supervillain said, too. That they'd help me. Stop fucking playing with my mind,” they croak, weak voice despite the defiant words. Scared, underneath the bite. So visibly scared.
“I’m not. I’d never hurt you like this,” Villain frowns. “I’m opening the restraints now, alright?”
Hero swallows and shivers, but no response leaves their lips, and Villain doesn’t wait for one before they reach for the first strap of stiff leather. They don’t dare recognize the quiver of their own hand, prompted by anger that builds and builds at each gaping wound Villain finds as they unbuckle dozens of too-tight restraints.
The one around Hero’s wrist, and a circle of scraped skin beneath it. Around their hip, and two long gashes across their stomach. Thighs, and deep burns they can barely stand to look at. Ankles, and bruises as dark as the rage twisting and growing inside of Villain’s chest.
Their Hero. Their Hero, broken by hands that weren’t theirs.
When Villain finishes, it’s a battle to contain the ire in their voice.
“Can you get up?”
Hero whimpers, and Villain clenches their jaw hard enough to hurt. Taking a deep breath, they make sure to wrap their voice in soothing silk before talking again.
“I can carry you if you can’t.”
“No,” Hero says, closing their eyes and pushing themself up on their elbows. “I can, I can do it, I–”
But as soon as they swing their legs off the table, Hero nearly slides to the floor.
Villain is there to catch them in the blink of an eye.
“It’s okay,” they whisper, scooping Hero up in their arms, “I got you.”
Hero sighs against Villain’s chest, hands that were resting limply beside them a few moments before now clutching at Villain’s shirt like their life depends on it, head burying into the crook of their enemy’s neck.
When Villain feels warm wetness soak through their clothes, something cold seeps into their veins. Something that tastes like wrath. Like a silent cry for revenge.
Hero is crying. Hero is crying.
Villain holds them tighter and doesn’t stop moving until they are standing outside of the heroes' base.
They leave the wounded hero in the arms of their startled mentor with a simple, “Take care of them or I'll come back to do it myself."
And then they turn away.
And march back to where they came from.
Hours later, Villain stares at their hands as they lie down in bed. There’s blood under their fingernails, but they aren’t in the mood to clean it.
They wonder what Supervillain would say if they knew Villain will sleep with their blood still staining their hands. If Supervillain could see the smile that spreads across Villain’s lips at the thought.
Humming a happy melody, they turn the lights off, hoping wherever Supervillain is now, they can hear Villain sing.
It’s the same song they hummed while giving Supervillain the exact same wounds they had memorized from Hero's battered body.
The same one they sang after they were done, and started carving their own wounds, playing with blood and making justice.
The same one that was covered with screams, and those were as sweet as the sobbing pleads that followed.
Villain falls asleep with Supervillain’s screams still sounding in their ears, a smile splitting their face like it had as they watched Supervillain thrash and cry in front of them, lulled by the certainty that they are avenged.
That justice was made.
After all, nobody touches Villain’s things and lives to tell the story.
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your name on my wrist // sanzu
haruchiyo sanzu x reader
cw: yandere themes, murder mention, toxic relationship
note: i had two directions i thought to go with this, but this one's where sanzu embraces having a soulmate rather than sees you as a nuisance. i like his loyalty to mikey and im sure some of that trait would translate over into his relationship with his soulmate. he’d take care of you but you better do the same for him lol
The name had been on your wrist for as long as you could remember. You’d scoured your school and neighborhood looking for someone with that name but never found anyone. The name sounded so beautiful to you when you’d whisper it late at night when you’re alone in bed; you could only imagine such a name would belong to an equally as beautiful person.
Fantasies would run wild, as you pictured yourself meeting this faceless person. Would you two have a shy introduction, only to realize that you both have the other’s name etched into your skin and then embrace each other in joy? Or what if they were out there searching for you, stopping you in the streets one day to declare that you’re the one for them and how they’ve waited for you their whole life. Whatever the meeting was, you would always expect something out of your romance novels.
The actual meeting had been disappointing, but more than that, it was terrifying.
You’d have called yourself successful, working at a nice high profile bank that gave you good benefits. It was never a job you felt the need to complain about. Yet now you couldn’t help but curse whoever led you to such a job as you hid under a desk.
People were shouting and you swore you could hear gunshots somewhere else in the building. From the voices that passed you by, you could piece together something about a deal going wrong. You couldn’t help but wonder if the deal was with your boss; you had hoped he wasn’t that type of man, but perhaps even he couldn’t help but be corrupt.
Thinking too hard on what could have possibly caused this much chaos, you yelped as you were suddenly yanked out from under the desk and up to your feet. The light was so bright for a moment that you couldn’t see, but you could feel what you were sure was a gun to your head.
“Say anything and I’ll shoot,” the man holding you up said roughly, pushing the gun a bit harder against your temple. As your eyes adjusted, you tried to look over to see who exactly was holding onto you, but the way his grip tightened was enough to stop you.
At that moment, a man with a long scar down his face walked in, and you assumed him to be with the man holding you, since he was unphased to see him holding a gun to your head. He didn’t say anything, reaching into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. How the hell can he be so casual after what they just did?
“We don’t have time to hold anyone hostage, Sanzu. Shoot if you have to, but let’s get out of here.”
There was no way… it had to just be some sick coincidence. You didn’t know his full name, maybe this man wasn’t your soulmate. The man’s words fully registered, as you realized you might just get shot and left along with the rest of the dead. Sanzu’s body moving caused you to panic.
“W-wait! Haruchiyo Sanzu? Is.. is that your name?” Your words were frenzied, hoping that the man wouldn’t shoot you for talking like he had said he would.
Sanzu tensed up and quickly swerved your body around to face him as he glared at you. He was about to ask how the hell you could know his name, but his look was enough of a confirmation to your question that you continued to speak. “It’s the name on my wrist!”
His mind went blank as soon as you said those words. He had not thought about the name on his own wrist in years; his priority was Mikey, then his duties to Bonten. He didn’t need you. Yet, staring into your frightened eyes, he felt a pull. Was this how it was supposed to feel?
You weren’t sure how he would respond, a part of you expected him to put a bullet in your head right there. But instead he frowned and gripped onto you again, dragging you with him out of the building and towards a vehicle waiting by the curb.
He shoved you into the backseat and climbed in after you. As soon as his door closed, the car sped away from the scene, police sirens heard faintly in the background.
You weren’t alone in the car and made the mistake of looking over at the man sitting beside you. He looked like a typical businessman, in a nice suit with neat hair. When he gave you a smile, you averted your eyes.
“How’d you manage to find someone to bring home during all of that?” The man questioned Sanzu with a grin, finding the situation humorous. Sanzu clearly didn’t seem to feel the same, snapping back, “We’re soulmates.”
“Romantic.” He had a sarcastic tone and you almost wanted to speak out in mocking agreement. Because how lucky are you to have found your soulmate during a shootout at work, and have it been the guy who threatened to shoot you? Yeah, so romantic.
What a load of shit.
Sanzu ignored the comment, leaning over to speak to the driver. “Drop me off at my place. The two of us will get out there.”
Honestly, you wanted to be far away from the man, and you certainly didn’t want to go to his home, but you knew if you objected that he would likely just shoot you as soon as the car stopped. So instead, you opted to be silent, trying to ignore the way that he was still holding onto you.
As soon as the car pulled up to the destination, Sanzu wasted no time dragging you out and up to his home, not saying a word the whole time.
“You’ll be staying here. What’s your address? I’ll send some people to head over and pack up your stuff,” he asked while taking out his phone.
“What? We just met…” Your voice trailed off when his eyes snapped up to you. He had an intense look that reminded you that even though he’s your soulmate, he doesn’t seem to be someone that you can speak freely around. Things were moving too fast. You two barely met and he’s already expecting you to just uproot your life to stay with him? The entire situation was wild and you would’ve explained that if he didn’t look like he was ready to hurt you for saying something.
He stood up straighter and looked down on you, “What does that matter? We’re meant to be. The safest option is to have you stay with me.” His voice sounded almost strained. He was annoyed by your question, but he didn’t want to scare you off yet. Not without reason. Being nice wasn’t his thing, but he couldn’t deny that tug at his heart as he stared at you. So, for now he would try to be nice, but he wouldn’t be afraid to put you back in your place if need be.
You were cute, way cuter than he had expected his soulmate to be. It was almost cruel of life to give you to him. He knew how dangerous he was, but maybe it worked out this way for a reason. He had the means to take care of you, and he already knew that he would scorch the Earth before he let any harm come to his soulmate. The way you stood in the middle of the room, worry and fear clear on your face, was surprisingly endearing to him. He smiled at you, “So, how about that address now?”
That marked the start of your life with Sanzu. Wherever he went, you were made to follow. He’d coo at you and dress you up nice for what you assumed was to show you off to his friends at the gang’s meetings. He wasn’t horrible to you, but he was so erratic that you were constantly on edge around him, especially when he came back home, clearly high on something.
You hated it. It was like he expected you to be a doll for him to do as he pleases. Damn all those love stories that you grew up on, pushing the narrative of a beautiful, loving connection with your soulmate. There was a connection between you and Sanzu for sure, but you would never call it beautiful, and certainly not loving. To you, he just wanted to own you, inside and out.
You had been spending the night alone, finally having some time to yourself, when Sanzu barged in, looking too excited to mean anything good. As soon as he spotted you sitting on the couch, he rushed over to sit with you and grabbed your hands.
“Let’s get married.” He looked so joyous, but his eyes had that look you had come to know well. He must’ve taken something again while he was out. Maybe he doesn’t understand what he was really saying, that’s what you hoped at least. You didn’t have any interest in marrying a man like him, soulmate or not. But, you kept that to yourself.
“Married? That’s a huge step, Sanzu,” the words came out gently as you didn’t want to anger him, but the immediate change in his expression showed that he didn’t appreciate your answer. His lopsided smile was replaced with a frown as he reached out and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks between his fingers.
“Baby, I didn’t ask if you wanted to. We will be married. That’s what soulmates do, isn’t it?” You didn’t move, staring right back into his eyes. He must’ve wanted an answer, because he tightened his grip on your face.
“Ye-yes!” It hurt to try to move your mouth with the way he held onto you. Seemingly satisfied with your answer, he released your face with a push. “Good. I don’t appreciate you talking back to me.”
You didn’t move from your spot on the couch, afraid that if you did, he would focus on you again. Even though he let you go, you could hear it in his voice that he wasn’t exactly happy still. You loathed nights like these where he was high and even more unpredictable.
He sat still, slightly hunched over. He kept replaying your response over and over again in his mind. A huge step? So what? You should be happy that he wants to move your relationship along. The two of you are soulmates, you should be just as happy with him as he is with you. You were acting so ungrateful right now. Why can’t you just be good? The longer he thought about it, the angrier it made him.
Finally, he turned to you, his expression enough to cause your heart to start pounding in fear. “You know, we’re always gonna be together right?” His words came out slowly as he moved over towards your end of the couch, “We’re bound by fate, so quit complaining.” He hovered above you, bringing one hand to rest upon your neck.
There was a thick silence as the two of you stared at each other, neither one moving. Slowly, Sanzu reached down and grabbed your wrist, bringing it up near your face.
“You see that?” He tapped a finger where his name was, “that means you belong to me.” Your eyes moved down to his wrist, looking at your own name. “And I-” he moved your hand to interlock with his, “I belong to you.”
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yandere sanzu- “i did this for you”
“I did this for you.”
haruchiyo sanzu x reader
cw: yandere themes, murder, violence, blood, graphic death, dismemberment, slight profanity, drinking mention
note: for those who don't know, fallout is a video game series set in the post-apocalyptic world after a nuclear war. sanzu in this is based off of the character Pickman in fallout 4. this one is kinda self indulgent bc i love fallout sm, but i thought this would make a neat fic!
The wasteland was harsh and unforgiving. Kindness was few and far between, so you took it when you could get it. Even then, you could never be too cautious. At the end of the day, everyone is only looking out for themselves, hoping to make it to the next day.
You tried not to blame anyone, knowing that you too understood the drive to survive, no matter the cost. But, you weren’t so far gone, willing to attack whoever. Loyalty was rare, but it was important. In a world where you could be killed at any given moment, it was something you constantly sought after.
“I hate ‘em.”
The pink haired man beside you perked up at your voice. “Who?” He followed your gaze, realizing the subject of your bitter tone was a small band of Raiders running around off in the distance. Too far for any real danger, but too close to get comfortable. “Ah… you wanna take care of them?”
You shook your head, “Not now. I still have to make a run for supplies for tomorrow. Don’t wanna waste my bullets just yet.” You kept your glare on them a minute more before turning away. Sanzu didn’t need to hear you say it to know you were disappointed, that you so badly wanted to get rid of those wastes of space. He understood the feeling all too well.
“Besides,” your voice ripped him out of his thoughts, “it seems like someone else has been taking care of them lately.” You weren’t looking at him, eyes focused on the knife you began to polish. The one that Sanzu had given you not long after the two of you met.
It had been by chance that he saw you killing off the last of a group of Raiders who had surely been plotting to loot his house while he had been away for the day. His first meeting of you was when you were sweaty, panting, and speckled with blood. As beautiful as you always looked, Sanzu thought that was how you looked best. And while you were no beast of the wastes, your clear desire to get rid of the thieves that plagued the country immediately drew him to you. He didn’t need to tell you that that day, that moment was when he decided he would follow you wherever.
And now, the two of you had been entangled with one another for a long enough time that Sanzu isn’t quite sure what he did before you came into his life, if it even mattered like it does now.
“Someone else, huh? That bother you? That they’re being taken out?”
“Ha! Can’t ever say that I’ve cried over a group of Raiders,” a small smile graced your face, as if the thought was some funny inside joke. “With all the needless pillaging and killing that they do, I doubt they’ll be missed much. At least by a majority of the wasteland.” You leaned back against the crumbling wall, letting the evening sun hit your face. “It’s nice to know that there’s someone else out there who’s tired of living in fear of when the next band of Raiders shows up to fuck everything up. I can’t be the only one doing something about this problem, you know?”
Sanzu just hummed in response.
The next morning, you woke up alone; the only trace that Sanzu had been there was a little note that he left beside you, informing you that he’ll be heading back home early.
Come by my place when you get your supplies. I’ll have a special treat just for you.
You couldn’t help but smile at the note, the rare feeling of excitement creeping up on you. There wasn’t much to look forward to in a world so destroyed, with the only guarantee pretty much being a brutal death. Would it be ghouls? Raiders? Succumbing to the toxic elements? Hell, even chems, which are people's means to escape, could be what does one in. Either way, the only surprise around was usually how you die. But… a supposed special treat promised by one of the only people you care about? That was certainly motivating.
The trek for supplies was going to be about two days, at least if it goes smoothly. And you weren’t even sure how long you’d stay around to browse the market. It’d be a while before you would be able to see Sanzu again, but you could be patient.
“How much for this one?” You pointed at a pistol right behind the vendor.
“Hmmm… 200 caps.”
“200? Seriously? There’s no way it's worth more than 100!” You were tired of haggling with these people. Your usual favorite vendors were nowhere to be found, leaving you to deal with some fresh faces who clearly thought they could squeeze some extra caps out of you. They clearly didn’t know you weren’t the one to be dealing with, being just as stubborn and as pushy as they could be.
“200. Take it or leave it.”
“Whatever. I don’t need it that much.” Turning to leave, a shine in the corner caught your eye. You nearly ignored it, wanting to just ditch the vendor completely, but your curiosity won out. Looking over, it was a sword, probably in the best condition you’ve ever seen one to be in. The few others you’d come across were near unusable, and ugly at that. But this one looked too clean, as if untouched by the dirt world surrounding it.
As nice as it looked, swords would never be your style; nothing that forced you to be in close combat with anyone or anything appealed to you, as you opted for ranged weapons. Made things safer and impersonal, which came in handy when dealing with human opponents. But this sword didn’t catch your eye for you. The pink haired man that you’d come to know so well had expressed his wishes, albeit briefly, to own such a thing. As the one person you could confidently say was loyal to you, the least you could do for him is gift him something that he would like.
You didn’t want to let this vendor win, but your desire for that sword triumphed over your pride and pettiness. Begrudgingly, you spoke up, “How much for that sword?”
“That old thing? Not sure how much use it would be for you over that pistol…”
You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes in order to keep from potentially falling into bad terms with the vendor. “The price, please? Useful or not, I want it.”
The vendor thought for a moment. “You talkin’ about that pistol not being worth more than 100 caps… this—” he picked up the sword to put on the table in front of him, “isn’t more than that. So what do you say? 100 for it?”
You gave no answer, digging through your pouch of caps before tossing them down. The vendor counted them all, nodding his head as he finished signaling the go ahead to take the sword and leave.
With the sun already setting, you figured there was no reason to hang around in the market any longer. You’d gotten everything you needed to, though it had been too much of a challenge for your liking, too many people thinking that they could upcharge basic items. Persuading them had worked in your favor, but it would’ve been nicer to just buy what you needed without having to talk the price down each time.
As you headed back to the building that housed the room you rented for the night, you saw a blinking sign pointing to a door that would’ve otherwise looked inconspicuous. Most of the lights for the shop's sign were out, but it was just enough for you to tell that it was a bar. Deciding that a drink will do you good after a tiresome day, you headed in.
The place was bustling with more people in one area than you had seen in a long time. Somewhere, an old record played just loud enough for you to know that there was music, but too quiet for you to make out anything over the crowds loud talking. Zeroing in on an empty seat at the bar, you went up to order.
The sword was sheathed at your hip, surprisingly not as heavy as you expected, but still wouldn’t be something that you would choose to carry. You hardly paid any mind to the world around you, including the drink that sat in front of you, as you thought about Sanzu once again. How would he take it? Having you present him with such a thing… would he find it weird that you could recall his fascination with such objects? Such thoughts swirled in your head, until your brain caught on to a nearby conversation.
“All of them dead? How could that happen?”
“No idea. All I know is that those Raider camps were left with nothing behind, but death and decay. Body parts missing…”
“Probably some feral ghouls got ‘em… maybe even mole rats.”
“You think mole rats could take out packs of raiders? Really?”
The other man shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “Dunno. Maybe they killed each other. You know how little logic runs through groups like that.”
“That doesn’t explain the body parts missing…”
Apparently you hadn’t been the only one listening in; you watched as the bartender made her way over to the pair. “You talkin’ ‘bout those Raider deaths that been happenin’ lately? Heard there’s someone choppin’ ‘em up real good. Apparently one of ‘em escaped and has been spreadin’ ‘round that there’s a crazed killer out and about… better watch out.”
“If they’re only killing Raiders, I think I’ll be safe.”
The other man looked near ready to pass out. “Not sure I wanna travel anymore… if there’s a murderer on the loose.”
His companion rolled his eyes, bringing a hard hand down on his shoulder. “You say that like damn near half the people you’ve met haven’t killed somebody… besides, sounds like they’re targeting Raiders, you should be fine.” He took a sip of his drink before adding, “From that specific killer at least.”
You thought back to your conversation with Sanzu. You had heard about an increase in Raider’s deaths, but for that news to have traveled as far as it did… maybe it was more serious than you had thought. You couldn’t help but share the one man’s concerns; sure, maybe this killer was only targeting Raiders, but who knows? They could be killing whoever, with Raiders just happening to get more attention. You didn’t know what was going on, but you could only hope that Sanzu would be alive and safe by the time you got back.
The trip home had you a little more on edge than you would’ve liked to admit, the stories of the killer getting to you. Luckily, nothing more than the occasional feral ghoul and botfly had bothered you, leaving your travels peaceful.
You were a bit surprised that you hadn’t come across any Raiders, but you wondered if that had anything to do with the recent killings. The news had been occupying most of your thoughts, that it wasn’t until you were home safe that you remembered Sanzu’s note. A nice surprise would surely get your mind off of things.
You unloaded the items you hauled back from your trip, only keeping the sword on you before rushing out the door. Sanzu’s place wasn’t far, just about halfway across town. While your first meeting had been outside of his house, you had never actually gone inside and he stayed often enough at your own house. The fact had never really crossed your mind, but now that you were heading over, the idea of finally being able to go inside and see what Sanzu kept around would be nice.
Coming up on it, you finally took it in. It was big, and although the exterior was grimy, clearly from all the wear over the years, you knew it must’ve been really beautiful before the bombs fell. You tried to picture it, the brick clean and the grass lush and bright green. You imagined Sanzu, dressed in his usual suits, except this one was fresh, free from any traces of ash and dirt, no tears or folds. And then, there was you beside him, smiling out on the lawn, your own fresh clothes on, your hair neat and styled. What would things have been like if you both were alive then? The circumstances that led the two of you together would’ve been much different. Would you have stuck together like now? Eventually marrying and starting a—
“You just gonna stand there all day? Come on!” The voice that you hadn’t realized you missed so much called out to you, pulling you from dangerous thoughts. No use thinking about things that would never, could never, happen.
You walked up, shooting him a smile. “Yeah, yeah.” As you approached him, the thought of bringing him into a hug crossed your mind, but you shook it away. “Oh… before I forget, I have something for you.” Reaching a hand behind your back, where you had strapped the sword to you, you pulled it out of its sheath and held it high above your head.
Sanzu said nothing as you slowly lowered it, but his face was in clear awe. He reached out to grab it slowly, hand brushing against yours as he took it. “Oh, darlin’... you really got me such a thing.” He ran his hands against the side of it, looking it over. “This is probably the second best gift I could get.” His words caused you to deflate a bit, but you tried not to show it.
“Second best? And what would the first be?”
Without missing a beat, Sanzu looked up from the sword to stare you right in the eyes. “You.”
You were sure the shock was clear across your face, and you could feel your heart speeding up. That had certainly been unexpected, but you couldn’t say you weren’t happy. With all the shit in the world, Sanzu really was like your own sweet talking prince. You never wanted to swell much on the idea of romance, but maybe, just maybe, you could give it a try if things got to that point.
“Don’t think I forgot about your gift. I’m sure you’ll love it,” Sanzu grabbed your wrist, tugging you inside the house. His home was neater than you expected, the inside clearly not suffering as much damage as the outside did. It seemed so normal… pre war normal, like you’d see in the rare magazine you’d come across, not the new normal like your own, with the occasional weapon thrown around. You were slipping back into your domestic fantasies when you were pulled to a stop in front of a brown door.
Sanzu turned to you. “Okay, I’m gonna need you to close your eyes for me. The surprise is in the basement, but I don’t want ya to get a peek at it too early.”
Had it been anyone else in the world, telling you that you’re going to be taken into their basement, eyes closed, you would’ve put a bullet in each knee and ran like hell. But, it was Sanzu, the man who stuck by you, likely having felt like he owed you his loyalty due to you saving him all that time ago. You could trust him, so you closed your eyes.
As soon as you took a step through the door, the air felt different. Damp. The steps creaked under you, and you gripped a bit tighter onto Sanzu, who in turn steadied you. “Don’t worry. I gotcha.” You hated the slowness of it all, eager to just see the surprise in store for you, but you didn’t dare to move any faster, afraid to slip and fall.
“And here we go, the last step. Keep those eyes closed.”
You stepped down, feeling a wetness under your foot that had you crinkling your nose. The smell down here was… wretched. You certainly weren’t expecting an old house, especially a basement, to be in tip top shape, but the smell was too strong. But, you said nothing, not wanting to offend Sanzu.
As you were led forward, a few more puddles of wetness covered your feet. Was the smell from old stagnant water? Maybe after your gift, you could give some pointers to Sanzu…
“Alright… go ‘head and open your eyes!”
You smiled real big, opening up your eyes, excited to see what he could possibly be giving you. Instead of any nice surprise, you had to take a moment to register what exactly was in front of you. A mass of red filled your mind first, before you could piece together what it was that you were staring at.
A mash of body parts sat upon stakes that were set up in ways that you could tell was supposed to look intentional. Artistic. There was an aesthetic being captured that you were not the audience for. The limbs were conjured up in the oddest ways, trying to form something that you would never have the eye to notice, too caught up on the horrid display of death. Behind that was a large red painting, with splashes of black and white to create what you're sure is supposed to be the intertwining of two bodies, caught in each other's embrace.
The rest of the basement was no better, with other stakes and limbs littering the room. It didn’t take much of a guess as to where the smell and wetness originated from. You didn’t even need to question who these people had been, the usual Raider gear being strewn around the room or even still on whatever detached body part it had covered.
“Well… whaddya think?” Sanzu walked up beside you, his huge grin unnerving you.
You stepped away from him. Did he truly expect you to sing him praises for this? It made you want to puke. “What sort of gift is this?” The disgust in your voice was all too obvious.
The smile that Sanzu had was quickly gone, as he instead looked confused. “Huh? Don’t ya like it? I know how much you hate Raiders, and you always talk about how the world would be safer without them roaming around. I know you work hard cleaning up the world... but ya just can't do it alone.”
His tone was too genuine, like he truly didn’t see an issue with going out and dismembering a bunch of people, no matter how bad they might be.
“No...no this… this isn’t right.” You shook your head, almost looking back to your ‘gift’ before quickly focusing your eyes back on the man in front of you. “Raiders are dangerous but… cutting someone up and putting them on display… what sorta sick shit is this, Sanzu?”
Sanzu’s eyes narrowed, furious at your rejection of his surprise. “I did this for you.” He took a step closer, making you take another back. “The least ya coulda done was give thanks.” His voice was strained, trying to hold back the anger he wanted to release at you. “You hate them as much as me, so don’t go actin’ like you have the high ground ‘cause we handle things differently.”
“A bullet in the head isn’t the same as torturing them and then sticking them up like some sort of decoration.”
“Since when do Raiders deserve our kindness? They certainly don’t give out mercy to those whose lives they ruin daily.”
The two of you stared one another down, both unmoving. Any sweet thoughts you had about him earlier were completely crushed, now that you know he's just another monster from the wasteland. You knew you had to think quickly in order to get out of the situation. The small gun at your hip was all but calling out to you, and as quick as you could, you whipped it out, aiming it straight at Sanzu.
Before you could even pull the trigger, the gun was hit out of your hands, flying into the air and across the room. You didn’t even see where it landed, attention being drawn back to the tip of the blade that now touched your chest. Sanzu’s grin had found his way back to his face as he stared at you with wide eyes.
“I knew this would be useful, just never imagined I’d have to use it on you… and so soon too!” The amusement in his voice bothered you, as you both knew that he had the upper hand. You silently cursed yourself for not bothering to get good at hand to hand combat, as now you’d have no way to overpower Sanzu, or even attempt to disarm him. “Now, are you gonna be good?”
Your silence was met with the blade pressing harder into your chest. “Go on and answer me.”
“Yes.” Another press that had you hissing forced out more, “I’ll- I’ll be good.”
Sanzu kept up his smile, giddy with the turn of events. “Good. I’d hoped you would’ve liked my art, but I guess there’s not much else I can do but get ya used to it.”
He moved the sword more to the side, and you thought he was going to put it away, but the sudden sting to your arm proved otherwise. The cut was small and shallow, but it stung nonetheless. He walked up to you and ran his thumb over the blood that began to come out.
Sanzu pulled his hand away, admiring how the red looked against his skin. “You can help me out. We’ll make wonderful creations together. That’ll be nice, huh? Just you and me, cleaning up this world. We’ll make it beautiful again.” He finally looked back up at you, bringing his hand up to your face, smearing your blood against your cheek.
“Ya know… I did always love to see you covered in red.”
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