Finn: 28yo man - the villain - grumpy __ Eric: 32yo man- the villains assistant __ May: 25yo woman - the hero - sunshine __ __ Hanna: 25yo woman - hero’s sister/bestfriend

_Finn _

“Finn! Behind you!” A shrill scream broke through the silence like a light slices through the darkness.

Finn didn’t have time to question the warning, he just acted. He stood up quickly using his arms as his choice of weapon. He blindly turned and hit something with his elbow with a sickening crunch.

The voice that warned him of the attacker seemed to be running towards them. Now that he started to adjust to the darkness, he made out two people, the attacker, and the person who warned him.

He grabbed the attacker by the head, and pressed his forehead into his upper chest or colarbone area, then brought his knee up into the attackers gut, getting a satisfying grunt.

The voice of warning grabbed the attacker sumo style and rammed him into a wall with a loud crack. He fell to the ground and a quiet groan escaped his lips. He was out cold.

“Son of a-“

“Language.” The Warner interrupted, slightly out of breath. He squinted his eyes seeing now, it was May. The black haired girl that didn’t seem to have a filter on her mouth.

Finn glared at May, “Bitch.” He finished.

She just rolled her eyes, “Wow, very mature.” She mainly caught her breath by now, but she was still breathing heavily.

Finn looked back down at the man lying still on the ground.

“You hit him hard.”

“Yeah, that was the objective.” She bit back, but not coldly. It came out almost as a laugh.

“Thank you. For warning me.” He had planned to stay fully aware of his surroundings, just sit away from his responsibilities and struggles and think, but he went down dark paths in his mind that seemed to numb his senses.

“I can’t sleep unless I know I’m safe. Completely safe.” She starts, “You fell asleep in a place with people you don’t know if you can trust. I mean, I’m glad you can just fall asleep when you feel like it, but that’s what gets you killed.” She puts her hands on her hips. “At least have someone you trust near by. That’s the only way I can ever sleep. Is if I know I have someone I trust watching over me.” She said.

“I wasn’t asleep. I was just lost in thought.”

She took a shaky deep breath before nodding. She was about to leave, he could tell, but when she brushed her hair out of her face, Finn saw blood on her hand. Normally he wouldn’t care, but he owed her, she could have just saved his life moments ago.

“Let me help you. I owe it to you.” He insisted. She seemed to be out of energy, so she didn’t put up much of a fight and she followed him back to the only room.

He got the guards to grab the attacker and lock him in a holding cell until further notice. He gestured for her to sit on his office chair while he walked across his room to a cabinet with a little red box inside. He brought the box over.

“Whats that?” She asked tiredly.

“It’s a box Eric filled with medical supplies.“

“Who’s Eric?”

“My Jack ass-“he looked for a quick save, “-istant, he’s my assistant. A bossy assistant. He knows I don’t go to the medics so he made me keep this with me in case I get hurt. It’s not the safest job- being one of the most hated people in the world.”

She yawned as he started wiping the blood off of her arm. When she slammed the attacker into the wall, she must have hit her own arms pretty good too. He was genuinely surprised she didn’t flinch as he cleaned and bandaged the wounds. Then he noticed other scars. All over. None too serious or noticeable, but they were there. She must have been in a rough area before she came to him.

He boxed up the supplies and stowed it back in its compartment, surprised May wasn’t talking at all. That wasn’t like her from what he knew. What he knew was she liked to tease, she was always smiling, she was absolutely always saying the first thing that came to mind, she had black hair and amber eyes, and she didn’t like curse words.

When he turned, he saw her asleep. She looked relaxed. Peaceful. He could leave her there. He could wake her up and make her go back to her quarters, but he didn’t. Finn walked over to her, and slowly, carefully, slipped his arms under her, and lifted her, bridal style.

Finn didn’t have an office, only a desk in his room. He walked her past the desk, and lowered her onto the bed. His bed. He didn’t make his bed that day so it was easy to slip the covers over her.

He however, walked away from the bed. He dropped down on the floor. He may be evil, he may be going to hell, he may be hated, but he was also respectful. And he would never force proximity between a person who wouldn’t want such a thing. Not that he wanted to lay next to her. He was perfectly happy sleeping on the floor. He has slept in much worse conditions.

He replayed the events of the night about 100 times over, before drifting off into a deep sleep.

May

So warm. She rolled over, feeling the silk against her shoulders and legs. May didn’t remember the bed in her room being this soft…

Most likely because this wasn’t her bed. Her eyes flew open, but she didn’t sit up. She was afraid to move. If this really was Finn’s bed, where was Finn? She was afraid to move at all, in fear of bumping into him, but she didn’t feel any body heat other than her own.

She slowly sat up and looked over the side of the bed. There. He was sleeping on the floor. Why didn’t he just make her leave after he fixed her up? Why didn’t he get into the bed with her, as a villain would?

She flinched as his breath caught for a second before turning back to his regular sleeping pattern. He was on his back, one of his hands was behind his head. Finns hair while messy, wasn’t bad looking. His face was different when he was asleep. His face muscles were relaxed and didn’t look as stern and angry. He looked almost… no, May, he isn’t beautiful. He is evil and cruel and mean.

But would a bad person sleep on the floor for her? Would a bad person let her have his bed?

“How did you sleep.” His voice startled her. Low and raspy as always, but it had a low grumble to it, after going a whole night without talking. His eyes were still closed but he was smiling a little now.

She paused unsure what to say, “Good… this bed is much nicer than the bed in my room. I might just have to steal your mattress when you go out do big scary villain things.” She teased.

He opened his eyes now, looking at her with his eyebrows raised and a small smirk on his face, “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I’m sorry.” She said, wish got her a confused look from Finn, “for stealing your bed.”

“No, no one could steal from me even if they tried,” he paused to stretch his arms, one landing on his stomach, “I gave it to you for the night.” His eyes closed again.

“Well you’re in a good mood.” She dangled her legs off the side of the bed.

“It won’t last, don’t worry. I’m just always at my best right after I wake up.” She wasn’t sure how true that was but she laughed a little.

May was nervous. She blew her cover, broke her rule, she was probably going to be sent away from the Hero’s, and she just slept in her enemies bed. Not with him, obviously, but still. Damage was already dealt.

“Well I should probably get going.” She stood up to leave and right as she touched the door frame, he responded, “Is your bed really that uncomfortable? Does it keep you from sleeping well?”

She smiled, “nothing too bad. Just a little hard and gives me a little bit of back pain, but nothing I can’t handle.”

She walked back to her room, changed into work clothes then left to the tech room. She spent the day slouched over a desk, mainly doodling on a piece of paperwork she was suppose to be filling out.

But when she came back, her room looked different. Her grey bed from before was no where to be seen. In its place was a white bed with silk blankets and pillows. She sat down on the mattress and sure enough, just like the villains.

She rolled her eyes, a laughed to herself before climbing into the bed.

She almost forgot to check her communication device before drifting off, but she pulled it out and opened the strange device from The Hero’s.

Her heart stopped, and her breath caught.

Instead of a list of contacts, a blue screen popped up, the red words read:

**“YOU ARE NO LONGER A HERO. YOU NO LONGER HAVE ACCESS TO THIS DEVICE.” **

It was a Monday morning like any other when Jason walked into the office, grabbing a cup of coffee from the break room before settling in at his desk. As he booted up his computer, his stomach already felt tight with anxiety - he had been dreading this day for weeks.

Just last month, the company had undergone a major restructuring, and rumors were swirling that layoffs were imminent. Jason had tried to stay positive, assuring himself that his strong performance reviews and seniority would protect him. But deep down, he knew that in this volatile economy, no job was truly secure.

Sure enough, as he was reviewing his emails, his boss - a hard-nosed executive named Brenda - stuck her head out of her office and called his name.

"Jason, can you come see me for a minute?"

He felt his heart drop. This was it. Steeling himself, he stood up and made his way to Brenda's office, trying to ignore the curious glances from his coworkers.

"Have a seat," Brenda said, her tone businesslike. "I'm afraid I have some difficult news. Due to the changes we've had to make in the organization, I'm going to have to let you go."

Jason blinked, stunned. "What? I don't understand - my work has always been strong, and I've been here for over 10 years."

Brenda sighed. "I know, and it's not a reflection on your performance. But the reality is, we have to downsize significantly, and some very tough decisions had to be made. Your position is being eliminated."

Jason's mind raced as he processed the information. He had a mortgage, a wife, and two young kids at home. Losing his steady paycheck would be devastating. "Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?" he pleaded.

Brenda shook her head regretfully. "I'm afraid not. The decision has been made. You'll receive a severance package, of course, and we'll provide you with some resources for finding a new job. But your last day will be this Friday."

Jason sat there, numb. After all his hard work and loyalty to the company, this was how it ended. He knew he would have to break the news to his wife, Sarah, and he dreaded seeing the fear and worry in her eyes. Their carefully budgeted lifestyle would be thrown into chaos.

As he gathered his belongings and made his way out of the office, Jason felt a mixture of anger, sadness, and uncertainty. He had no idea what the future held, but he knew he would have to dig deep to find the strength to get his family through this difficult transition.

Ever since I realized that my dimple was charming and attracting the girls, I’ve been using it effectively…..very much.

The memories flooded back as I sat in my office, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. The case that led to my downfall replayed in my mind like a haunting movie. A teenage girl, terrified and broken, her trust shattered by the one man who should have protected her. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the wooden desk. The acrid taste of regret lingered on my tongue as I recalled the night I confronted the culprit, the mayor's own brother. It was a brazen move, one that shattered the thin veneer of corruption that coated our city. "Yannick, you can't just barge in there like that," Jessica's voice echoed in my mind, her hand resting on my shoulder as she pleaded with me to reconsider. But I couldn't turn a blind eye. Not this time. Not when the truth was as stark and merciless as the Floridian sun. The consequences of my actions were swift and brutal. The mayor's influence reached far and wide, staining the precinct with the toxic touch of power. Even my best friend, Bryan Corner, couldn't shield me from the storm brewing in the corridors of authority. "Yannick, you have to let this go," Bryan's voice echoed in my memory, a mix of concern and resignation tainting his usually confident tone. I fought tooth and nail to hold on to my position, to uphold the values I believed in. Yet, the end came with the finality of a slamming door, and I found myself cast adrift on the uncertain tides of fate. Shaking off the weight of the past, I refocused on the present. Soft murmurs of the Miami streets filtered through the half-open window, a siren's wail cutting through the urban symphony. Then a light knock on my door shattered the quietude. "Come in," I called out, my voice betraying none of the turmoil churning within. The door creaked open, and in stepped Anthony, my 16-year-old nephew, with an eager glint in his eyes. "Hey, Uncle Yannick, got a minute?" Anthony's arrival was a testament to how life had come full circle. He reminded me so much of myself at his age, brimming with ambition and a hunger for justice. "Of course, Anthony. What's on your mind?" I nodded, gesturing for him to take a seat. His gaze flickered with a mix of nervousness and excitement as he perched on the edge of the chair. "I want to work with you at the agency, Uncle. I want to learn from the best." Ah, to be young and filled with unyielding determination. The echoes of my own aspirations reverberated in Anthony's words, a melody of hope and possibility. "I don't know, Anthony. Working at a private investigator agency isn't all glamour and intrigue," I cautioned, my mind flickering back to the scars I bore from my past missteps. "I'm willing to learn, Uncle. I'll do whatever it takes," Anthony's words spilled out with a fervent earnestness, his eyes locked on mine. There was a fire in his eyes that mirrored my own resolve when I first set foot on this tumultuous path. Perhaps, just maybe, this was the chance to guide someone down a different road, one free of the pitfalls that once ensnared me. "Alright, Anthony. You've got yourself a position at the agency," I relented, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. His whoop of joy filled the office, imbuing the air with a newfound energy. As he left to spread the news, a bittersweet nostalgia enveloped me, mingling with the heady promise of new beginnings. The soft golden glow of the setting sun washed over the city, casting an aura of tranquility over the bustling streets. It was a moment of calm before the storm, an interlude before the next chapter unfurled. And in the quietude, the echoes of my past rang loud and clear, a reminder that the shadows of yesterday could never truly be left behind. But in the face of new challenges and the unyielding march of time, perhaps redemption and absolution lay in the path ahead, waiting to be seized.

“BE GONE YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING!” He screamed. I winced at the level of noise he was making with his shouts. I was sure the whole office could hear our conversation and my cheeks burned red with humiliation.

“Look, I’m sorry about the inconvenience this has caused but I’m sure you would agree that by loosing me, many significant assets I provide are much needed in terms of success would just be-“

He cut me off with an exxagerated cough and look of hot impatience, completely disregarding my attempt for a conversation with a more appropriate tone and meaning. His face bulged and his anger was palpable. He probably understood that I neeeded this job, but also realised if it meant his power could be publicly emphasised the more logical solution, and less humane solution, was to fire me.

He had no mercy in terms of his colleagues.

“I have reminded you to NEVER, EVER turn up to a shift you are not scheduled for. It creates much disorder, which is obvious by just looking at our current situation, and confusion. Think about all the commotion by ignoring regulation. This is not acceptable, especially just walking away after realising it’s not your shift. There are punishments that are supposed to be used against those that break the rules and I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’re innocent in this, are you?”

There was nothing I could say to deflect his insults. I just have to let him blow off steam and then we’ll both be ready for a more rational course of action. I then did something stupid.

“I’m sorry but if your system is so fragile that by turning up for a shift I forgot had been cancelled leads to this than you should really reconsider a few things. You are starting something completely unnecessary all due to the fact this apparatus breaks after some impotent mistake. RIDICULOUS!” It was me that started to raise my voice. He was angering me and sick of his prejudiced actions I bit back.

One last thing that I had to mention.

“I QUIT!” Take that, buddy!

The raindrops had declared war on the tin roof. As if I needed any help stayin awake. I reached into the darkness till I felt the chain on my bedside lamp and pulled. “Christ thats fuckin bright” I thought to myself as I squinted and gave my eyes a minute to adjust to the light. My pupils finally focused enough for me to read the crooked clock on the wall. 4:37 AM, “guess I’m the early bird today, time to get the worm”. Here I was, Jimmy the fuckin wolf, wakin up in a cat-piss motel, sharin a room with the cities finest cockroaches and fleas. “Livin large kid” I scoffed to myself as I took a swig from the bottle of hooch sharing my pillow. Beleive it or not, I used to be somebody. People used to hear my name and it meant somethin’. Not no more though. Now they just laugh, like I’m some sorta fuckin clown. I slipped my jacket on, grabbed a fork full of last nights rigatoni and went for a stroll. Where I was goin didn’t matter. I had done the last of my smack last night and I had to score another taste of the good stuff. The fella 2 doors down had some decent product but I already had racked up a hefty debt. “Worth a shot” I thought to myself as I approached his door and banged on it. “You up? It’s me Jim”. …..silence. “Wake the fuck up!”…..still nothin. I put my hand on the doorknob and paused. I took a moment to decide how badly I needed a fix. Bad enough. I twisted and bashed my shoulder into the flimsy hotel door, easily bustin it open and I entered the room. “Gimme the shit or shit out your teeth pal” I announced. “Sorry, Not fast enough” I said before unloading my pistol on the bed before me. Fuckin idiot, I finally found the light switch on the wall and flicked it. If there was an award for killin a sleepin guy I woulda won it. I felt a sharp pain in my weener hole and remembered I had gotten a giant splinter right inside my urethra last night while I was trying to have sex with the corner pocket of a pool table. Sure it stung a bit, but it was nothin that 47 consecutive hits of crack couldn’t take care of. I had a lil bit of a heart attack on the bathroom floor and decided I should pump the breaks with the crack and take a nap. Then came a loud knock on the door. I checked for teeth under my pillow…..nothin. I had a feeling this wasn’t the tooth fairy. Faster than I could bust on a juicy titty , 3 cops burst into the room. “I don’t remember ordering pork boys” i quipped, “never been a fan of pigs”. I’d been in the game long enough to get to know most the cops round here, and I know for fact that they knew me too. “Pull ya cocks out and have sex wit each other” I demanded. This was my fuckin city, and I was gonna make sure they understood that. “Aww fuck boss it’s fuckin Jimmy” said one of the officers as he began to cry, “I told you it was gonna be Jimmy boss, for fuck sakes we are all gonna fuckin die here”. He wasn’t wrong. “Less bitchin more fuckin” it felt good to be in control, like a kid watchin his pet fish swim in the fish tank, holdin a handful of batteries just above the water, just bout to nutt. “You with the gray beard” I muttered “fuck the small one.” “Yes jimmy sir I’m sorry Jimmy”. The more scared he got the harder my little friend jimmy junior got. That’s my cocks name. “I’m gonna cum!” Yelled the good for nothin cop. “Strange choice of last words” I chuckled as I reached into my pocket and grabbed my 8 foot bazooka.

 For most of you this would be the craziest night of your life. For me……it was just Tuesday. It was me against the world and the world was the underdog. Did I kill em? Maybe. Maybe I had a change of heart and let ‘em go. But then again maybe I ain’t no bitch. I think you know the answer. For a moment I worried the cops might show up, but then I remembered they already did , and I fuckin killed em. I thought to myself “aren’t the cops the good guys? Does that make me the bad guy?” Then I decided I wasn’t a fan of thinkin no more. I grabbed a butter knife and spun it on the table. Whatever direction it pointed was the direction I would go. It fell off the table and landed blade down stuck in the carpet so I dove into the ground hard as I could and snapped my neck. That’s just the type of guy I am , if I say I’m gonna do somethin I do it. Luckily for me I was in a shady part of town that cops didn’t care about, other than the ones who showed up minutes earlier and were brutally massacred. I rested on the floor for 18 months till I could walk again and decided it was time to ditch this place. 

  Mo money, mo problems, i beleive it was puff sissy who originally said that. He nailed it, truer words have never been spoken. I grew up with jack squat and I hated it. Hell, I remember havin to wear a pillowcase as a winter coat for a few of my younger years. One day I woke and said to myself, “fuck this pillow case, fuck bein laughed at and most of all fuck anyone who has a problem with it”. Failure wasn’t an option, even if I failed I’d just start again, and again , and again till I won. Cause I knew if I didn’t win, I was a loser. I was a fuckin bulldog from that day on and not only did i do alright, I kicked  the shit outta anything that got in my way. Kicked the shit outta it, and spit on its fuckin corpse. I’d like to think it was this bulldog inside me that led me to becoming one of the top detectives in this rotting, wretched shit pile of a town. With my success came a bit of extra scratch, real good money. Enough money to buy laziness, addiction and more bullshit than a bull farm with shit on it. Which is a sizeable amount of bullshit. The first 10 g’s was one hell of a feelin, hittin 100k was even better, a million made me think “hey I’m pretty good at this detective gig” and 10 mill made me think everyone was a fuckin joke compared to me. I went toe to toe with devils, jumbo Johnny, that fuckin creep they call the creature and that sack of shit McSALTY. But after all them were outta the picture, after I had accomplished my goal of scrubbing the shit outta the city’s asscrack, I had nothing left to do. Just spare time and enough cash to forget what the word “no” meant. Whores, drugs? Yeah maybe at first but that’s chump change. That’s what street level dope dealers do and they think it makes them some sorta fuckin enlightened wise guy. That’s bus stop shit compared to how deep I dove. The life of a top detective is one rush after another after another and that ain’t somethin you quit cold turkey. Fuck, even say this makes it sound fucked but, I’d buy expensive exotic birds just to chop their fuckin heads off in my shed. I’d buy one of a kind art pieces and light em on fire right in the gallery. This one time I bought a river just to dump batteries and gasoline into which ended up killin millions of people and literally ending  2 Seperate countries. Like ending them, they ain’t on the globe no more. I would search and search for a taste of the satisfying glow that detective work gave me but it had vanished. It was hiding somewhere inside me, but I didn’t have a map for that. First I searched my asshole and although I did kinda like the feeling of my hand in my shitmaker, it was empty. I was deeply and terrible hooked on strokin my fuckstick to the point that my unit started to look like a sweet potatoe minus the sweet. I’d ask prostitutes how much they’d be willing for me to accept to kill them. I’d pay em, kill em, and take my money back. That’s outlawed now but back then it was allowed.  I traded myself for money which is a long way to say I sold myself. I farted right into a blind little boys face and knocked him onto his back and permanently melted his ears off.  I wish I could end by saying “but it got better”. I’m still that person, I’m still a waste. I fingered either a Dalmatian or a Doberman which led to my arrest and subsequent 2 year prison sentence. I shared my cell block with dozens of killers, maniacs, dealers and chinaboys, nearly all of which I had personally arrested or atleast known. My cell mate was a fella by the name of “Slimy Chico”, he was doing 15 years for pretending to be in the 8th grade. People always ask “and then what?”. That was it he just went about his day to day life tellin people he was an 8th grader. Slimy was a Hispanic fella, tattoo’d from head to toe. Had one leg longer than the other from a bike crash he said. This made him accidentally walk in circles most of the time, it really was sad to watch and I felt for the guy. Slimy made it clear on day one that he didn’t like me, I remember setting my bunk up and him saying “hey guess what? Don’t like ya”. I was hurt but I understood. On the outside him and I weren’t playin for the same team, I was the enemy in his eyes. About a month in, slimy and I farted at the exact same time and nearly died laughing, he shot me. Slimy was like a bird. He was a strange guy to say the least but we slowly bonded. He told me that my name was jimmy, which I already knew. He told me that we were in jail which, yet again, was no surprise.

Not the prompt, but I wanted to share. ❤️‍🩹

Nobody cares The world out there Is busy

Moving on They don’t seem to notice That time has stopped For me.

A quick word, “I’m sorry.” And then they go back To their typical chat Dental visits, the weather, Work, school, whatever.

And then you came You stood beside me Through the pain Your arm around me You stayed until I was whole again

Loving words I wouldn’t have heard You were there That’s all I care.

You didn’t do anything But I want to thank you For nothing that you did But that time stopped for you, too.

Fed up Upset Set it straight Straight away Away we go Go away Away you stay Stay today Today we quit Quit your job Job now sob Tessa🦋

(End of my series for now)

The boss, Brooklyn, had finally had enough of the lazy worker Lenny. So he’s decided to let him go.

“Lenny, come into my office please.”

“Hey, boss!”

“Hello Lenny. Please take a seat.”

Lenny took his seat across from Brooklyn’s desk.

“So,” Lenny began, “what’s this about?”

Brooklyn sighed before starting, “Well… I’ve been noticing you haven’t been doing what I’ve been asking you to.”

Brooklyn put some papers on the desk.

“You’ve never filed these like I asked you. Instead, you decided to hang out with friends.”

“Boss, I’ll get them done…

“Don’t interrupt me!”

“Okay, sorry.”

“Anyways, it’s been two months since I gave you these assignment. And not one has been filed.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I got busy.”

“No you didn’t. I’m sorry I have to do this but you leave me no choice. You can come in tomorrow and pick up your last paycheck because you’re fired.”

“What?!”

“Yes. I wouldn’t have to had you actually been working. Now pack your stuff and leave.”

“Fine sir…”

Lenny left, saddened. Brooklyn felt regret, however he felt like he had to do what he had to do. Lenny would no longer be an employee unless he can get back into the working mindset.

‘We don’t need useless people’

Useless…?

Useless, useless, useless, useless, useless,

All my life, that was all I heard. I wasn’t the genius like my younger brother nor was crazy athlete like my sister.

I was just normal, average and as basic as they come.

If qualities were stats, all of mine would be 50%.

But there was nothing wrong with being normal, it just means people have low expectations of me. It means I don’t have to be a people pleaser nor am I a perfectionist.

I’m happy with basic me. I’m very happy to be normal.