“Poor baby,” the villain sneered, digging his boots into his victim’s spine. “This isn’t really your fault, since you’re a bit brainwashed. However, the fact that you haven’t snapped out of it says something about you.”
The hero weakly glanced up at his enemy, still rubbing his jaw. The pain had left, due to the younger man’s superhuman healing abilities, but it was the memory of it that hurt him.
“Snap out of what?” the hero mouthed off. “You’re using that to destroy brains! You’re a walking rabies virus! It’s-“
“It’s for people who opposes the right way-*my* way. Society is twisted, the justice system is backwards, and someone needs to fix it.”
The hero scowled. “Who says it has to be you?”
And all the while, as the villain stood dominantly over him with a triumphant stance, the hero began to feel something he couldn’t quite describe.
“It may not have to have been me,” the villain agreed, “But it has to be *somebody*. Be the change you want to see.”
“You sound like a cheap, stupid motivational card.”
“You really *are* childish, aren’t you?”
The hero, about to retort, was jolted by the sudden alarm ringing through the air. The sound blared as if a national emergency had taken place, and both fighters froze for a good few seconds.
Then, almost as soon as it had begun, it was over.
“What…what was that?” the hero wondered aloud, staring at the ceiling. Then, he shifted his gaze towards the villain. “What the hell did you do?”
The villain, snapping out of his trace, glared at the boy beneath his feet. “Typical of you to blame me for everything. I….”
The villain trailed off, realizing that where the NS had sat on the pedestal, the space was now empty. Fear burrowing into his heart, he darted his eyes quickly around the room, eventually finding it on the floor.
“It appears that thanks to your sudden intrusion, we knocked it over,” the villain explained. “Stay here and kiss it all you want. I’m leaving before the security traps set in.”
The villain pushed himself off the hero and ran towards the exit, leaving the hero nearly breathless from the sudden release of pressure. Taking a few, long awaited breaths, he scrambled to his feet and followed suit. No weapon was worth his life- and for what it was worth, it would probably be destroyed when the place came crashing down.
“You’ll be in bars as soon as I get out of here!” the hero yelled as he ran down the halls of the underground complex, eventually matching his enemy’s speed. “I’ll be laughing at you too- all this was for nothing!”
The villain rolled his eyes, and continued his escape. The walls behind them began to collapse, and the ground seemed to fold in on itself, barely catching the two in its grasp. Rubble began to fall a few feet behind them, threatening to capture them before they reached the exit.
“So you’re not going to talk to me?” the hero huffed. “Is that it? You’re just sour.”
“I’m old enough to be your father, and I could beat the living shit out of you and throw you into the rubble behind us,” the villain threatened. “Keep talking and see what happens. You’re lucky all I care about is my life right now, instead of ending yours.”
The hero, startled by the backlash, shut up immediately. Rubbing his earrings- a habit he had picked up to de-stress himself, he continued his quick pace and ignored what had just happened- at least, he *tried* to.
Almost there…
*CRASH*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9t6abd/heroic_lust_series_part_two_mm