_Finn: 28yo man - the villain - grumpy- Dead_

_Eric: 32yo man- the villains assistant_

_May: 25yo woman - the anti-hero - not so sunshine, sunshine character_

_Hanna: 26yo woman - hero’s sister/bestfriend_

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**May **

She hadn’t realized a gasp escaped her until there were at least four heads turned her way.

Eric’s eyebrows were furrowed, brows stitched together as he tilts his head at her slightly, confused.

Her hands are shaking now, and it feels as if the world turned to black and white once again, something muffling her ability to hear.

“I know who did it.” She tests the words on her tongue, saying them slowly. She ignored the tear running down her cheek. Her face burned hot, and it was overwhelming her.

Sadness turned to anger. Her hands still shook, but they were balled at her sides, knuckles white. Her blood burned in her body, and it felt as if the only way to soothe the ache, was to spill blood.

But not her own.

Her jaw clenched and she felt the urge to do _something. _To punch or kick, to scream or watch glass shatter under her boots.

“I need you to find me a way to contact neutral.” May speaks through clenched teeth.

“I need a name and half an hour.” Eric responds.

“Hanna. Hanna Harris.” She feels as if the light in her eyes has gone cold, and she can only stare dully at the wall.

“Of course.” Eric says, “I will go do that now. You can stay here as long as you would like, or you can leave with me.”

“I’ll stay.” She grumbles, forcing herself to unclench her jaw, after it starts to ache.

Her eyes find Finn’s. She needed him, and he wasn’t there. He said he would always be there. She needed his hand in hers, her head on his chest as they drifted off to sleep, his lips on hers, whispering sweet nothings into her ear that made her blush. There was a strange pull she had to ignore, but it pulled consistently. Like an invisible string, connected to her chest. To her heart. And Finn had the other end. Her fractured heart still pulled her to him, and she had to ignore it, fight it almost.

Eric left and and scientists went back to work. All except one empathetic man watching her closely. He seemed knowing, and it was almost comforting for May.

“You can go see him. But you have to be careful, and I have to watch you to make sure you don’t accidentally mess something up. But only for a short amount of time. And be careful.” He says the words quickly and quietly. He looks like he wants to reach out to May, but doesn’t.

Mays eyes widen, “Really?”

He swallows, “yes, but only briefly.” He heads towards Finn, and her heart skips a beat. She almost wants to tell him to walk faster, to push him out of the way, but she doesn’t.

They approach the Villain, still very much dead. Mays thoughts were fighting each other, pounding against the sides of her head.

_Finally! _

_No! You have to be careful._

_Maybe this is a bad idea._

_Don’t hurt him_

_Hug him, be with him. You can finally be with him!_

She carefully reaches out, brushing her hand against his. They changed his clothes, the bullet wound was stitched up, his shirt gone, and black pants that hardly looked comfortable.

Her warm hand touches his, and she flinches when it is hot in return.

“I thought bodies were… cold.” She tries. She didn’t think, she knew. As a hero she had killed people. People who were killed for their different beliefs. Villains.

“It’s part of the process. We are forcing blood to pump through his body, forcing his lungs to work etc. He won’t go cold until we let him. The whole point of this experiment is to find the small traces of life left in him, and amplify it until he is back to normal. At least, that’s the simple explanation.”

She hadn’t noticed before, but sure enough, there were small, shallow breaths coming in and out of his mouth. His chest rose and fell, and it was the best present May could ever receive. She couldn’t help herself anymore.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his chest against hers.

“Careful miss.” She brefly remembered those sets of words coming out of his mouth.

The embrace wasn’t quite right, his arms never held her back.

_And they probably never would. _

But it was enough.

She released him for just a moment, cupping his face softly in her hands. She looked at his face for one second more, his muscles relaxed, his mind empty. She was particularly greatful for that last fact. If he couldn’t think, he couldn’t be plaged by bad thoughts. She pressed her lips to his cheek, but it didn’t feel the same. He was warm, but it was like kissing a statue.

She flinched slightly when a loud, short beep echoed through the room. Her hands flew to her mouth, and she stepped back.

“Did I hurt him?” She asked softly. Mays hands never stopped shaking, but it was almost painful now.

“No. We are forcing his heart to beat, but our monitor beeps when his heart beats on its own. It beats about once an hour without any help.”

May smiled at the thought. She told herself he was at least trying to come back to her. She loved listining to his heartbeat, like a lullaby.

Mays heart warmed and almost melted in her chest, the feeling a nice pain reliever. Tears fell, but they were less broken tears, and more like tears of relief.

She only stayed a while longer before she felt like she was intruding, and keeping the scientists from bringing him back to her. She walked back up the stairs, through the painting, which still made her body tingle and metaphorically twist strangely, up to his room. This time, she didn’t feel like there was glass coating everything, instead she felt as if she were home.

May carefully sat on the bed, the side she always slept on, even though almost every night she ended up rolling over to Finn’s side.

But she kept her distance this time. While her mind wandered, a pit sank in her stomach.

She was going to talk to Hanna. Her older sister and closest friend. A person she hasn’t talked to for weeks. _Months_.

She told herself she wasn’t scared, but she knew the truth and her body did too. Her head spun slightly, and her palms grew sweaty.

She made her way into their closet, and rummaged through the clothes there. She searched through several outfits, boxes, and went through the racks of clothes, but nothing seemed quite right.

“Hanna Harrison, 26, currently located about 60 miles from the bunker.” She whipped around to find Eric standing in the doorway, holding out a divice that seemed quite similar to the Hero’s communication devices.

“Best not leave her hanging, she is on the line right now” he says, almost forcing it into her hand now.

She presses it to her ear, “Hanna?”

“Oh god! May? Are you okay? The Hero’s said you blew your cover! I thought you _died! _It’s been months!” She flinched away from the phone, her sister’s voice screeching through the phone.

“No, Hanna, I’m not dead. But I really need something from you.”

“Are you going to answer any questions? Or ask how I am? I noticed you still don’t do that.”

“I don’t have a whole lot of time.”

“Who was that boy that was talking to me at first?”

“It’s not important.”

Hannah gasps, “it’s not the Villain is it? May I swear to god-“

“He’s dead.”

Silence.

“What?”

“Someone killed him. I need your help finding whoever did it.”

“What? Why! This is great! You can come home-“

“I’m not going home.”

Another long pause.

“What the hell did they do to you?”

“They saved me. End of discussion. Are you going to help me or not?”

“May, I don’t think you understand. I _can’t_ help you. When you got discomunicated, they asked me to take your spot. I can’t help.”

A stab of a emotion almost impossible to describe, burned hot in Mays face. Jealousy? Maybe just a yearning to be home? She didn’t quite know.

“Can you meet me somewhere? I know where you are, I can come to you if you would like.”

“May I really don’t-“

“Please? I really need my older sister right now.”

“…fine. Meet me in the mountains tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

“Now will you answer my questions?”

“You can ask two. That’s it.”

“What? Only two!” Her voice cracks a little and things feel normal again, for just a moment.

“I’ll make it one.”

“No! No I’ll make due with two!”

“That’s what I thought.” She speaks profound language into the device and May can’t help but roll her eyes and smile, “time is running out.”

“Okay okay! How did you blow you cover? I thought you were doing good!”

“I was sneaking around at night when I saw Finn sitting at a table. I swear he was asleep but he denies it. He looked… _human. _So when a person came up behind him, I warned him. And body slammed the rando into a wall, it was pretty bad ass you should have seen it.”

“And so what? After that did you just stay?”

“Yeah. I got a little cut and he cleaned it up for me. I fell asleep while he was doing it though. He carried me to his bed and slept on the floor, it was quite romantic actually.”

“May please tell me you didn’t.”

“Oh I 100% did. And I don’t regret it either. He is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I need him back. I love him Hanna. In ways I never thought were possible.”

“That’s bullshit. He’s a villain. You dedicated your whole life to killing the bastard.”

“I’m not going to sit here and listen to you talk down upon a man you’ve never met. Especially not this man.” I say the words in a monotone, that hides the pain hiding inside me.

A loud groan bursts through the phone like biting her tongue would be the death of her.

“Ugh! May you know all I do is talk shit. What did he even do?”

“I’ll ask you the same question. What did he do Han? Nothing. He didn’t hurt anyone. He stood up, you didn’t like his opinion so you shot him down. And then he has only fought in self defense. Theres not a soul he has harmed that hasn’t tried to hurt him first your the bad guy here. We went after him. I’m done. We can talk Tomorrow.” I almost hang up when I hear her protests.

“Wait! For my second question, do you have any idea who did it?”

“You’re out of questions.”

“Nuh uh! I only asked one!”

“Actually you asked at least 3. Maybe 4.”

“Uh uh, that is not fair.”

“I’ll answer a few more tomorrow. Noon, at the base of the mountain range.”

And then May cut off the protests of her older sister, ending the connection.

“You’re one mean lady, Miss May.”

“Thank you. I learned it from my husband.”

He laughs and runs a hand down his face, “Well that was a jump, last time I checked you who haven’t even-“

“Were is the hang up button on you?”

He rolls his eyes and I push passed him, taking off my shoes, and laying in the bed once more, my eyes almost ready to stitch shut for the night.

“Eric, go talk to the clothing design team. I need something I can move in, and still look good in. Nothing I have will do. They should already know my measurements. I need it done by the morning.”

“Can I ask why?”

“If I’m going to kick ass, I better look good doing it.”