Antiheroes

Chapter 37: Bleeding

George POV.

It felt strange putting my suit on for the first time in ages. The dark blue synthetic fibre was a surprisingly familiar feeling which I missed. The dark blue fibre, the white patterns, and the rectangular red and white crest on my chest.

I took a couple of seconds, standing there and just remembering all the memories I had while wearing it, (okay so me punching a bunch of bad guys isn’t really fond memories, but they were memories I guess). Everything from the time I first tried on the suit, to the first time I took down a criminal, and all memories in between.

However I cut myself off once I began remembering Techno, since I wasn’t ready to reopen those wounds yet. I let out a sigh at the thought before turning towards one of the doors that connected the armoury to street level. It was mainly just used as a fire exit, but I decided to go that way to avoid anyone who was awake.

✨An hour later✨

My hair blew in the wind as I sat perched atop a building I looked down at the city. There were people walking around, seeming happy. Happier than they had been when Techno, Karl, Bad, and I had been heroes. That made me sit and think for a moment, before brushing the thought off. Wilbur was in no way helpful for the city, no matter how he acted for tv.

It seemed like the most normal I had seen the place, if I had to be completely honest. This place wasn’t completely safe obviously, I saw a fair share of people still getting harassed on the street, but I was more cautious to go and help all of them.

All that I could think about was the fact that Wilbur had revealed my name, and Karl’s name, to the entire city. If I went down there, they’d all see me as what the brunette claimed I was. They’d see me as a criminal, as a danger to them. It was sad, after all that I had done to help them, that they didn’t trust me.

My ears perked up at the sound of a shrill scream coming from nearby, the scream of a woman. Instinctively I turned my attention in that direction and began sprinting over to help whoever was in trouble. Even though I knew I could get hated for this, I knew I’d have to help her.

The rush was familiar, I had to admit I missed it after having to be undercover with Dream for a while, but I also was slightly out of shape. Usually I could run for hours on end, barely needing a break, however now I was panting slightly.

As I paused to look around for any sign of the woman in distress I regained my breath, telling myself that I will start training again the moment I got home. Then I focused, listening and looking for the sign of the person who was screaming out. I heard it again, sounding really close… actually from below me.

The sounds of the woman screaming became more clear as I stepped up onto the ledge, peering down into the alleyway between the building I was on and the one opposite, and there I saw her. A woman being pinned to the wall, another woman who seemed to be a lot taller than her being the one to hold her there.

Sparks began flowing through my body, charging me up like some self sustaining batteries so I could launch an electrified attack if I needed to. But hust as I was about to leap down to help her some yells came from further down the alley, causing me to freeze in my crouched down position.

They were yelling for the taller woman to leave the shorter one alone, and I leaned back slightly as they did all the work for me. I was thankful that I didn’t have to step in, mainly out of fear of how any of the group would react if they saw me. So I jumped off, sprinting and leaping over the rooftops, still trying to clear my head and focus.

When I finally started thinking straight enough to realise where I was I stopped, looking around and noticing that I was in front of the tv studio. I just sighed before scanning the area around, not even sure why I had decided to come here of all places, and that’s when I saw him.

Walking down the streets was a man, his head was low, but I easily noticed the fact that there was blood on the ground where he walked, making me cautious. As I leaned forward slightly to get a better look he noticed me, his bright green eyes turning to meet mine.

Sure enough blood was smudged around the face, coming from his nose. He stared at me in a state of shock, and for a moment I couldn’t decide whether I should go down and help him, or leave before he called out for cops. Wait what the hell am I talking about? He is injured and I am a superhero, I can’t just leave him.

Against my (possibly) better judgement, I headed down to help him.

Dream POV.

I was more pissed off than anything, I concluded as I grabbed my mask off of the ground beside me and began making my way back to find a place to stay for the night. A headache was starting to develop which I did plan to sleep off, however for now I needed to find a place to sleep first.

I’d made it back down to the road, right beside the studio that Wilbur had been interviewed at earlier, I heard something, causing my attention to shift upwards. And that’s when I saw him… 404.

George.

His eyes met mine. Even though he was wearing those weird google things I knew that we were looking directly at each other. A small spark lit within me at the sight of him, before my gaze lowered slightly to what he was wearing. Now that I took a moment to examine him I couldn’t help but realise how stupid I was to not have realised who he was earlier.

After a couple of seconds of us just staring at each other George… err… 404 jumped down, landing easily as he walked over to me.
“Are you okay?” He asked as he approached me, before examining my face cautiously. “What happened to your nose? Did somebody hurt you?”

For a few moments I couldn’t answer, instead focusing on the fact that George was standing in front of me again. Honestly I was unsure of what I wanted to do, even though he had asked me a question. Part of me wanted to hug him, not wanting to spend another minute away from him after the heartbreak. Another part of me wanted to strangle him for being a superhero.

Something I did notice though was that he hasn’t seemed to realise who I was, but it seems that he hasn’t. “Sir, are you okay?” He repeated cautiously. “I can help you to a hospital if you need. You are losing a lot of blood.”

“No, I’m fine. Thank you,” I responded, not wanting to go anywhere that public for fear of getting recognised. His gaze stayed on my face for a couple more moments before he responded again.
“Sir, I insist. You seem to have lost a lot of blood.” George protested

He didn’t waste a second as he wrapped his arm under mine, supporting my weight which didn’t need to be supported. I didn’t complain though, although he was a hero and I felt betrayed. I just leaned into the touch slightly, but couldn’t help but notice how much more confident he seemed. For now I just allowed myself to enjoy being close to him again.
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