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I'm Not Cut Out For This

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So yeah
Drew this because I was thinking of a scene for the next story
It's still in rough-draft
But
here it is
for your viewing pleasure

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I ran down the dark streets with as much speed as I could muster. The only light coming from passing lampposts and the full moon, the one I was just staring at earlier tonight on that rooftop in Main Street. I could still hear his running steps behind me, too loud and too close to be comfortable. My sides were already beginning to hurt, but I didn't dare stop running in fear of what the masked hero would do to me if I did.

My eyes darted about my quickly passing surroundings, looking for an escape. They landed on an old, rusty ladder on the outside of one of the apartment buildings. Thanking whoever up there was looking out for me, I jumped for it, my weight pulling it down until it couldn't go any further. The sudden movement scared me even more than I already was, but I quickly shook it off as the caped figure still came my way, taking advantage of my momentary stun.

I climbed up the ladder as quickly as I could, the wedges of my shoes slipping on every bar. But I kept going. I had to keep going. And although the pain in my sides did anything but vanish, I pulled myself up the rest of the steps and turned to pull the ladder up as well, hoping to slow him down and give me a moments rest.

To my disadvantage, this didn't seem to faze him at all. He sped up and I watched as he turned his body so he could jump off the wall of the building, pushing himself up high enough to grab the ladder and pull it down. This created a sound no different than a nail on a chalkboard, and I had to cover my ears as I began running again to try and mask the terrible noise.

I climbed the next ladder and the next until I reached the top of the building, though I didn't stop. With as much energy as I had left, I lept off the side of the building, refusing to look down and only at my target, which was farther away than I was hoping. I reached out for the edge, the cold wind freezing my skin more than it already was. My arms caught hold of the building, but with nothing to hold onto, my body began to fall off the side. I scrambled for something, anything, because I knew if I fell, I might not survive the impact. Luckily, the edge of the building had a small ledge, and my fingers grasped for it as if life depended on it. Because it probably did. I didn't dare look over my shoulder. Didn't dare look to see how close he was. Instead I kicked my feet against the side of the building and pulled myself up as fast as I could. I didn't even take the time to look at my damaged skin. I didn't need to look. I could feel it already. Large scrapes and cuts on my red skin, blood beginning to fall from the large enough openings. I could feel the warm liquid running down my stomach. Down my arms. But I kept running. Kept jumping. The buildings getting substantially closer to one another.

And low and behold, I could hear the skid of his boots as they landed on each roof. The gravel kicking up as they toppled over one another. I imagined some of them covered in my blood.

On the next building, there was a large generator on top, the fan making a loud enough noise to mask my footsteps from here. I took it as some sort of gift from 'up there.' "Don't worry, we don't want you dead yet," I could hear the voice mocking me in my head.

I dove behind it, and over the ledge of the building was a drainpipe. I quickly climbed down it part way. Just enough to conceal myself from the approaching figure. I couldn't hear his steps over the generator, but I didn't care as long as I got to breathe as heavily and loudly as I could, my breath coming out in large, visible puffs.

I stayed like that for a few minutes, hoping that he'd passed. I looked down the ground beneath me. I was behind the row of buildings, concealing myself from wandering townspeople. And then I heard it. A faint noise from a few buildings down to my left. Of course it sounded faint, but when a small metal trashcan rolled out from the alley, it was enough to make me freeze.

And there he was. His dark purple cape masking his figure as he walked out from between the two buildings. A wind picked up and blew it behind him. It looked very cliche, but I was more focused on the way the wind felt like ice against my swollen body.

I kept as quiet as I could, though I knew any sounds I make would be masked anyway, it just felt like something I had to do to keep him from spotting me. I was frozen in place. Too nervous he might hear me to climb back up the pipe.

In the end it didn't matter, because his head snapped up like a whip and caught me anyway. I didn't even have the strength to roll my eyes. I could hardly pull myself back up the pipe, anyway. When I finally did, I fell down against the roof. I didn't make a move. I didn't run. I didn't care. The pains in my side felt like a knife was prodding me from the inside, and the stings from my infected wounds paralyzed me from moving any further. Let him come. Let him do what he will.

The rise and fall of my chest was so exaggerated, I was afraid my lungs might burst from my rib cage. Though I knew this wasn't possible, the sight before me made my rational thoughts invalid. My cuts looking more and more gruesome with the blood reflecting off the light from the moon.

The generator made a noise sounding like a skip, then followed by the sound of the fan slowly stopping. With the loud sound gone, there was nothing left to mask how heavily I was breathing.

Not moments later, Mysterion was before me. Pulling himself up over the edge of the building. He seemed winded too(though definitely not as much as I), as he plopped down on his ass a few feet away from me, his chest rising and falling more quickly than normal.

"S-su-s-surprise seeing, y-you here-re. . . My-M. . . Mysterion-n," I whispered between gasps. It was meant to be a joke, though I knew it wasn't as funny as it would have been if I wasn't covered in my own blood, gasping for air on the top of an old building. I didn’t bother trying to mask my voice. I don’t think he’ll be able to decipher anything at the moment.

He said nothing in response. I wasn't even sure if he'd looked at me yet. Just sat there, breathing heavily. After a short while he said, "You can really run, you know that?"

I forced out a strangled laugh at this. Run? Are you seeing me now? "What- what are you t-talking ab-about? I'm l-like. . . dead," I breathed.

For the next five minutes, we sat there in the silence of the night and our heavy breathing. Finally, when I could breathe again, I spoke up, making sure to mask my voice this time. “Why haven’t you done anything to me yet?” He gave me a confused look and I rolled my eyes. “You DID just chase me across town. Was there a reason behind that, or do you just take joy in watching me almost kill myself?”

He looked down, laughing airily and shaking his head. He didn’t respond, though, but looked up at my wounds. His face instantly dropped, and his old, green garden gloves tentatively reached out to dab at one of the pools of blood gathering around my hip, staining my belt even further. I didn’t care too much about it now. The waist of my pants as well as the belt were stained in blood beyond repair. I guess I’ll be saving up my money to buy a new pair.

I scrunched my face. Cat wont be able to go out at night until these cuts heal up. Who knows how long it’ll take.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. . .”

This caught him off guard. He stopped dabbing at the blood and looked up at me. Instead of returning the glance, I kept my back on the roof, opting to tilt my head up to look at the full moon again.

“I’m not cut out for this. . . I don’t know why I thought I’d be able to do this. I can’t run for shit, these wounds will take a while to heal. I don’t even know how to go about being a hero. . .”

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Just sat there like he was waiting for more. I didn’t have anything else to say. What am I doing? In what world would I make it as I hero?


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TheBizFactor's avatar
I'm here for mysterion. Anyways I would love to see more of this. I love it anyways even if I'm here for mysterion