forum Hero x Villain // O/O // Closed

Started October 15, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Reaper looked around the city disinterestedly. "All the people. Running and chasing and searching…for what?" He said thoughtfully. He was walking. Killing. Throwing people to the side without thought. He was playing a long game. Every death would claw at Rowan's conscience, claw at the remaining sanity that the man possessed. Reaper laughed as he walked.

Damian had been lounging in his bed, waiting as time ticked by for their date, but as a notification came up on his phone from a news channel, he kicked into motion. Why the heck is he attacking the city?! We have a date later! Damian put his mask on and his ‘hero’ clothes, then quite literally jumped out of his window into the alley below—cushioning his fall by forming snow. He let it melt as he sprinted out into the streets, heading in the opposite direction that everyone else was running until he saw the one and only Reaper. “Hey!” Damian shouted to get his attention, more annoyed about how Rowan had decided to attack the city before their date. Even if Damian wasn’t the Frost, what was he thinking? Damian shot ice out of his palm, a wall to guard any nearby pedestrians and -hopefully- focus the Reaper’s attention on himself.

Reaper turned to look at him, cocking his head a little in greeting. "Frost." He said. His voice was deeper in tone than it was as Rowan. "Of course it would be you." The corpses he had killed rose up in an army, following him without care for anything. Cars screeched to a stop, turning and pivoting away. The drivers knew all too well what happened to those who tangled with the Reaper. Death. Sometimes without even a body left to bury. Reaper smirked, twitching his fingers in Frost's direction as his head tilted a little. "I would love to add you to my collection. I'm sure you have such a pretty face under that mask." He gave a dark chuckle as waves of those he had killed stumbled towards Damian, skeletons clawing their way up out of the ground.

Damian frowned, sucking in a breath as the dead rose to new life. He did not need to get into this kind of fight before their date. He prayed he wouldn’t get too beat up as he shot out spears of ice from his palms at the two nearest bodies brought to life. “I am not collectible, unless you count the little action figures they make,” Damian told him with a larger frown—his own voice was a little different because of how his mask muffled his voice and made it sound deeper. He shot walls of ice around the rising undead, trying his best to contain them but the exertion of his power was already causing him to break a sweat. Where oh where did the ever-so-sweet Reaper go? Damian missed his happier party attitude very, very much.

"You aren't?" Reaper laughed again. "No, you are. Everyone is. That, dear Frost, is the beautiful thing. Everyone looks different on the outside. But they all die the same. And they all behave the same way once dead. But you wouldn't understand any of that, would you?" He chuckled, pacing towards Frost. "I wonder what you look like under there." There was nothing in his demeanor that even hinted at the happy, kind Rowan that Damian had met at the dance. Nothing.

You already know what I look like, Rowan. “How do you know I can die?” Damian asked as he stabbed at another dead body with a spear of ice. Damian knew very well that he could die and bleed like anyone else, but Reaper didn’t know anything about him dying. Damian formed a shield around one forearm, holding a sword of ice in the other. But he was faced with a predicament. Rather than throwing spears and/or stabbing at the Reaper like he usually could, he could bring himself to risk Rowan’s life this time.

"Everyone can die. Even me." Reaper replied, still coming towards him. "Not that you can kill me, of course." He chuckled again, shaking his head a little. More skeletons clawed their way out of the ground, all scrambling towards Damian as fast as they could, bones rasping together and along the ground. Reaper grinned again, and turned, breaking through the ice barrier and throwing his hands out, touching people. Their bodies slumped to the ground, twitched, died. Then stood up again, under his control now as they headed towards Damian.

Damian let out a grunt of annoyance as his ice wall was shattered, struggling to attempt to form another one. Damian slashed at a few of the zombies, but he wasn’t exactly gaining ground. “Why are you so death obsessed?” Damian demanded with a huff of air. Why can’t you be more obsessed with kisses and snuggles and something not unforgivable? Damian threw a spear of ice at one zombie, but he lost his footing slightly and exposed his open side to a nearby dead body.

"It's my powers, Frosty. Why are you so obsessed with ice?" Reaper replied. Seeing the opening, he sent the body careening into Frost, using it to tear and rip and destroy. Or at least, as much destruction as an unarmed corpse could wreak. Others went towards Frost as fast as their legs could carry them. In some cases, that was pretty fast. In others…not so much.

Frost let out a yelp of pain as his felt the zombie rip through his hero suit and the skin beneath it, accidentally biting his tongue so hard that he thought it would bleed. Frost shot ice out from him in all directions except Rowan’s, the action heavily taxing on his energy. “I-I’ll have you know I’m cold a lot and I do not like it,” Frost muttered grumpily, his breath coming out heavily as he felt blood leak from his side. A couple snowflakes started falling from the sky -a byproduct of the stress Damian was struggling to deal with the overwhelming amount of people he needed to protect and dead people he needed to defeat- as Damian coated the ground around him with ice.

Reaper and the corpses all slipped on the ice, Reaper letting out a shout as his feet became stuck to the ice. He licked his lips, and concentrated on the corpses, sending them towards Frost as fast as he could make them go. Reaper grinned maliciously, his grey eyes looking almost black.

Damian scrambled backwards at the corpses rushing him, trying to slash as a few but he tripped on one of the arms he had slashed off and fell backwards onto the ground. Pain exploded in the back of his head and he instantly felt the warm trickle of blood. He formed a ball of ice in one hand -the other holding up a shield against the onslaught of the undead- and chucked it at Reaper.

Reaper fell as the ice slammed into his skull. He hit the ground hard enough that he lost consciousness for a few minutes, the corpses all falling to the ground without instruction. After a few minutes, he stirred with a soft groan, his eyes back to their normal silver. Reaper was gone, Rowan in control again. He sat up slowly, eyes flashing with a myriad of emotions.

Damian watched with relief as the corpses fell to the ground. He scurried up, not daring get to close to Rowan, but he still needed to make sure he wasn’t dead. Gosh that would be really bad. But Damian was satisfied to see the other man breathing, and Frost took a spear of ice and slashed it through the corpse’s legs in case Reaper woke up and raise them again. He finished just as he saw Rowan get up, and quickly took a couple steps away. Damian was feeling light headed and he knew there was blood leaking out of his side in an only slightly-deadly way, and he felt blood dripped down the back of his head, so he didn’t stay long enough to see if Rowan would start attacking again—Damian wouldn’t have the strength to fight back, he needed to get home now.

Rowan put a hand to his head. Blood dripped down between his fingers. His chest rose and fell with quick breaths as he realized what he had done. He got up, whole body aching, and fled. He ran. He ran home and shut himself in his room, already starting to hyper-ventilate. He had killed people. And he had a date. And…he swallowed hard, and looked at his phone. He almost wanted to call Damian, but…but what if he had seen it happen on the news? What if the other male had changed his mind? What if…? He took a deep breath.

Damian snuck back into his apartment, tripping on the corner of the couch as he walked in because wow the room really started spinning, didn't it? He had fallen flat on the floor. Damian heard Bailey let out a whine, walking over to him and immediately sniffing at the too-large amount of blood coming out of him. “You’re my guardian angel, aren’t you bud? You don’t suppose you could help me get to the first aid kit, could you?” Damian mumbled, pushing himself off the floor and slowly making his way to the bathroom. He’d live, though he was pretty sure he’d be light-headed and a bit dizzy for the rest of the day. Damian was so, so grateful when he got to the first aid kit so he could begin disinfecting his side and the too-large scrape on the back of his head.

No. No, I can't call him. If he wants to call it off…he will. And there's nothing I can do about it. He told himself. He pulled out his First Aid kit. and started working to bandage his head, wincing a little. Aren't you glad that I make sure Frost can't land more than a glancing blow? Reaper hissed in his mind. Rowan moaned softly, closing his eyes. He wanted to throw up. He could still feel the life leaving people's bodies below his hands, could still feel everything that Reaper had done. No. NO, I'm not. I wish you would let him kill us. Rowan admitted, already feeling a raging headache starting.

Damian started with a bandage around his head, more concerned with stopping the heavy bleeding than cleaning out the pebbles and dirt. He took his shirt off before doing the same with his side, praying he wouldn’t end up getting an infection due to his foolish actions. Bailey wandered into the bathroom with him, and Damian smiled a little. Somehow that dog always knew when he was having trouble with something and needed company. “I’m exhausted, bud, you’d wake me up when it’s time for my date, right?” He mumbled with a small chuckle before forcing himself to his feet so he could grab his phone to check hw much time left before the date.

What? Rowan, I'm hurt. I'm really hurt. Reaper said sarcastically. Rowan grimaced, cradling his head in his hands. Yeah. I wish you actually were, you bastard. He growled. But if I die, so do you! Reaper replied in a sing-song voice. Rowan shook his head a little. I know. And I would gladly, if it meant getting rid of you. He looked down at his hands. He was getting weaker. He was. And he didn't know how to stop it.

Damian, followed around by Bailey of course, snagged his phone before going to his room and plopping on the bed with a grimace. He hadn’t bandaged himself very well, but he ignored it as he looked at his phone. Damian pursed his lip for a couple seconds before overall deciding to not text Rowan. He still really wanted to go on a date with him, but… Why? Why do you go on killing sprees then are this wonderful guy? Why do you make me like and not like you at the same time?

Rowan threw his fist into the wall angrily, leaving an indent in the plaster. "I hate this!" he shouted. "I hate you!" He closed his eyes, breath shaking. "Please, I would rather be dead than alive like this." he whispered, swallowing dryly. Your father made a deal with the devil, Rowan. That doesn't come without a cost. Reaper replied gleefully, laughing and laughing and laughing as Rowan felt more of his mind breaking apart and drifting away.

Damian sat in bed, trying to get a little rest before his date, but he couldn’t get his mind off Rowan. And suddenly he was betraying his decision from earlier, texting… Hey I saw the news r u ok? We still on 4 our date? He hit send before he could stop himself, satisfied that he could figure out if Rowan was okay at least.

Rowan felt the phone buzz, and he looked at the message. He chewed on his lip for a long moment. Im fine. I'm sorry if I scared you. I would…I would love to still do our date, if youll still have me He replied, hitting send before he could second-guess himself and change the message. He took a deep breath. I should kill him. Reaper said, snaking through Rowan's head. NO. Rowan replied immediately. You don't touch him.

Damian read the first two words, and relief washed over him. He was worried he threw that ice ball a little too hard. You didnt scare me. Rowan did, but Damian wasn’t going to tell him that. im glad ur alright, id love to still go out w u. Damian hit send before he could stop himself -again- and tilted his head back on the pillow beneath him so he could stare at the ceiling.