He Goes by Theseus

Chapter 13 - Hate's a Strong Word

Heyyyyyy sexy mamas sorry for not updating it's ughhhhh. Been a bit of a busy bee ngl, so I couldn't write this ;-; I kind of had to write a play, write a story, travel 2 hours to the city and 2 hours back three weekends in a row, look after my brother's wife who just had her first baby who has to keep going back to hospital because she keeps doing shit she's not supposed to when she just had a C—section, stay at home alone for 10 days first time ever, deal with my brother's dog dying, worry about my brother and how he was in hospital for 2 weeks because he shattered his leg, worry because someone broke into our house, be sick when its test week at school, and still try to keep my grades up LMAOO. This has all been within the past month too ;-;

But dw guys here's 9,000 words to make up for it

Enjoy!

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Tommy hated Phantom.

Tommy hated Phantom with a burning passion, a fire inside of him burning so hot and bright it threw away any other opinions trying to fight through it to reason with his judgements on the hero.

Tommy hated Phantom, but he would admit, the bitch was being less sucky than usual.

"So, uhm," He seemed to be staring at Tommy, his black tinted eyes focused on him. His silver engravings on his mask and chest shimmered in the moonlight, and made the moon symbol on his chest shine even brighter, like an actual moon. "Why are you out so late at night?"

Tommy snorted. How could the hero sound so awkward and nervous while being a hero? He had never heard this man sound so unsure of himself towards a civilian. It was fucking funny to watch the hero squirm in his spot, looking down at Tommy, who glared right back with an intensity the same as his flames of hatred.

"What's it to you?"

Phantom reeled back, surprise falling off his figure. Tommy held back a smile itching at his lips, imagining the egotistical bitch receiving not applause and immediate compliance, but a kid who is sick of his shit.

"Well, I- I'm a hero, and I have the right to ask questions at such a suspicious hour in the night." He dug his hands into the pockets of his dark trench coat, and fumbled out a hero license. "Here, this proves you must answer my questions."

"That doesn't prove shit, big man. It shows you run around the city, not permission to interrogate me."

Phantom sighs, finally seeming to pull his shit together after whatever the fuck had him nervous. Maybe it was just the sheer weight of Tommy's presence around him, and it made him feel weak and intimidated to such an intimidating man. Tommy wouldn't blame him; it was hard not to feel shocked at his manliness himself sometimes. It's just one of those things.

"Law of the Country, Section fifty two, chapter four: Hero rights and permissions on approaching—"

"Alright, alright Einstein! I don't need to hear your excuses." Phantom opened his mouth to talk, but Tommy was already starting again. "Lovely, you know your boring rules. If it'll shut you up, I'll answer your questions." Tommy leaned back on his left heel, crossed his arms, and looked Phantom up and down.

Another sigh. Prime, this guy really needed to lighten up a bit. "C'mon man, at least I'm trying to converse with you politely. Some heroes would arrest you on the spot if they heard your responses."

"Well they suck then. You also suck, but not as much as them. Can you not see how I don't want to be here?"

"Well I don't want to be here either, To—man! It's 3 a.m, and I have to work tomorrow, but I'm stuck here questioning a child about why they're out so late at night." There was now a small smirk playing at Phantom's lips.