Superheroes Are Boring

Chapter 4

This wasn't supposed to fucking happen.

I was supposed to cause havoc. Destruction. Kill, maim, torture. That's what I did, it's what I do. I'm on every superheros hit list and it's a proud label. I've beaten and defeated countless heroes, other villains and I've taken on my own —

No. That's a story for another day.

I took a vacation in Europe. According to Google, one of the best stress relievers was a vacation. Yes, I have stress. Planning World domination and destruction on a cosmic level is very draining work you know?

Doesn't mean I don't love it.

'Cuz I do, I love the chaos. The madness. People who have everything figured out in their little miserable lives screaming for help by the very same people they screwed over. I didn't choose the Villain life. It just decided to make me it's King.

Because that's what I am. The King of Kito.

I am the last living being of my kind and the only surviving Royal member before my planet was demolished. When it was destroyed by an exploding star the gamma rays changed the chemical formations of my home planet. And me. I was the only being that had ever absorbed the power from an exploding star and survived. And then I was taken by the same people who —

I shook my head. I don't need to bring up old terrors.

A small moan escaped the boy in my arms.

My attention turned towards him. He was very lean and tall. Didn't really have muscles but he wasn't skinny either. His black hair stood out against his olive skin tone and he was so beautiful —

sᴛᴏᴘ ɪᴛ, I chastised myself. I shook my head but he was burned into my eyelids.

My coat tried reaching up to grab at him but I snarled at it quietly so as to not wake up the beaut in my arms —

ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟʟ! ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ.

Since when did I care about another being? Or was cautious or concerned? Never. I shouldn't have been and yet, I could already feel the changes taking place. The old pieces trying to find a place into my new heart.

I'll kill this man before he finds out the kind of power he possesses.

Despite my thoughts and brewing anger, I could not find it inside of myself to do anything harmful.

It was the most frustrating thing ever.

When he squirmed in my hold I paused in my walk. I watched as his fingers curled into the shadows of my cloak which accepted him with greedy tendrils. I pulled my teeth back in a quiet warning at it. They payed me no mind though as they continued to wrap around his hand.

But nothing happened.

The boy in my arms didn't die, or burn or get cold. In fact, he seemed to snuggle into my shoulder and hunch over himself. I hiked him up higher onto my body and his head lifted.

His eyes were open. They were an uncanny purple tinted azure colour. And they stared lazily back at me.

"Where... where am I?" He didn't have a stutter now and I couldn't decide what he was cuter with —

ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

A coil of self loathing wound its way into my stomach at not even being able to control my own thoughts. And all because of one person.

"You have sexy hair," he reached up and ran his fingers through my hair which caught me by complete surprise.

ɪ'ᴍ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ.