The villain in my story is called, Zain, though, in my eyes..he’s misunderstood. My identity remains hidden, I’m a hero and the people know my by my hero name, Brown Robbin.

Zain and I have been fighting for the past hour and a half, that is, until, I finally collaps to the ground.

“Get. Up,” Zain said. “You’ve suffered bigger wounds. And if you don’t get up, I’ll destroy anything that’s left of this world.”

I could only grunt in pain, blood spilling from the cuts scattered across my body as I lay on the alleyway floor.

I try to sit up, my body however, had other plans, my elbows giving out beneath me.

Zain took a deep breath. “Please,” he said. “Please get up. Please don’t die on me.” He begged.

That’s when I realized, I had to live.. if not for me then for him. But I knew my body wouldn’t listen. I could feel my breathing begin to slow, I could see his face, his broken expression.

“Can’t…breath…” I whisper, trying once more to sit up. Zain stood over me, his face scrunched up and melting as he begged me to get up.

He may be a villian, and I may be a hero, but he needed me. And I needed him. So, without a thought in my mind other than ‘Survive.’, I reached up, and took off my mask, allowing myself to catch my breath. Revealing my face. My identity.

My short brown hair and green eyes, the freckles that scattered across my face..I could see Zain’s eyes widening, hell, I could feel my own widening as well as I realize what I’d just done.

I shook away the thoughts that filled my mind, every one of them screaming at me to run away, hide myself from the world again. But I couldn’t do that. Not anymore. I force myself to get up, disregarding my mask to the allyway floor.

I stood in front of Zain, his eyes teary as he looked at me. He had covered his face with his hands.

Here he was, a villian, crying in front of a hero because he almost didn’t make it. Damnit..what do I do now? I get that I’m a hero but I’ve still never been good with comforting people, let alone those who have literally been trying to kill me.

I slowly lift my hands up to his wrists, gently pulling his hands away from his face. “I’m sorry…” he whispered. My eyes widen. He’s…sorry?

I couldn’t take it anymore, seeing him standing here, all broken and vulnerable because of me..

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. He instantly hugs back, sobbing into my shoulder.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts, trying to process everything that had just happened.

I almost died, I revealed my identity to Zain, and now, Zain’s sobbing into my shoulder..

I couldn’t help but blush a little, feeling the taller, more muscular man hugging me, crying to me.

My name is Dominic Williams, I’m 19 and a hero.

I felt Zain slowly begin to calm down, I felt a bit disappointed when he pulled away from me, wiping away his tears. “Sorry.” He muttered.

I shook my head, “Don’t be..” I whispered, noticing him blushing siftly.