He crashed down in front of me, his clothes torn and his hair a mess. It looked like he had just had the worst fight of his life. But with who? I had been his enemy for 4 years, I put every ounce of my energy into plotting to destroy this man and he couldn't even recognize me. We stared at each other, I put one foot back in case he attacked but I got nothing but a blank stare in return, he was at ease. Surely if I attacked fast enough I could destroy him but I couldn't bring myself to pounce. He kept staring at me as I reached out a hand. he took it and I helped him to his feet. "Walk with me," he said, in a calming voice. We wandered down the path in silence for what felt like hours, "Do you know who I am?" he asked.
"I do," I replied. I hesitate, "I see you on the news all the time." Could he see through my lie? Does he know who I am? Could he really not? A million questions bounce through my head but not a single one leaves my mouth.
"Why did you give me your hand?" he asked,
"Why did you take it?" I reply,
"I hadn't thought of that," he said with a slight laugh. Once again we walked in silence for a few moments before he said, "Well it's been nice to see you again," I stop in shock.
"You know who I am?" I ask,
"Of course, and I'm glad to finally have a moment of peace with you. Goodbye Jay," he says fondly, "Politely, I do hope I don't see you again." I stare at the trees for just a moment and turn back to him. But he's gone.
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(Editors Note: I haven't done much writing like this before, if you have any tips to improve please let me know.)
JustSomeAussieBloke t1_ir9g187 wrote
Reply to [WP] You're a supervillain, and you've been feeling rather out of it lately, so you decide to take a walk on your day off. Your nemesis crashes down from the sky in front of you, with messed up clothes, asking if they can join you and chat a bit. by Vesselling
He crashed down in front of me, his clothes torn and his hair a mess. It looked like he had just had the worst fight of his life. But with who? I had been his enemy for 4 years, I put every ounce of my energy into plotting to destroy this man and he couldn't even recognize me. We stared at each other, I put one foot back in case he attacked but I got nothing but a blank stare in return, he was at ease. Surely if I attacked fast enough I could destroy him but I couldn't bring myself to pounce. He kept staring at me as I reached out a hand. he took it and I helped him to his feet. "Walk with me," he said, in a calming voice. We wandered down the path in silence for what felt like hours, "Do you know who I am?" he asked.
"I do," I replied. I hesitate, "I see you on the news all the time." Could he see through my lie? Does he know who I am? Could he really not? A million questions bounce through my head but not a single one leaves my mouth.
"Why did you give me your hand?" he asked,
"Why did you take it?" I reply,
"I hadn't thought of that," he said with a slight laugh. Once again we walked in silence for a few moments before he said, "Well it's been nice to see you again," I stop in shock.
"You know who I am?" I ask,
"Of course, and I'm glad to finally have a moment of peace with you. Goodbye Jay," he says fondly, "Politely, I do hope I don't see you again." I stare at the trees for just a moment and turn back to him. But he's gone.
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(Editors Note: I haven't done much writing like this before, if you have any tips to improve please let me know.)