Vivi blinked. And then blinked again. A third, a fourth time. She opened her mouth, held up a finger but then shook her head and turned around. This. Was. Not. Happening. She stopped mid step, spun and walked down the halls. She narrowed her eyes as Alexis still looked serious. She stood before him, a finger pointed at his chest.
“My boyfriend does not believe in ghosts!”
“I do,” he shrugged.
“Superheroes, Supervillains. People with powers,” he shrugged again. “If we have–”
“But that’s normal!”
“It’s not,” Alexis placed his hands on her shoulders and sighed. “Vi, I believe in ghosts.”
“This is a dealbreaker,” she threw her hands in the air and stomped down the hall, yanking open the door.
“We’re still on for pizza, right?”
“Six!” she didn’t bother turning around and slammed the door behind her.
“Love you more!” came Vivi’s muffled voice. “Ghost? Bloody hell!”
Who knew? Vivi was a afraid of ghosts. Halloween was probably hell on her, Alexis tilted his head. Huh.
Kendal the Unicorn would like to alert Vivian and Alexis that there is a lot of spam comments on their oblivious date. She also would like to tell the awkward couple to actually start acting like an actual couple. She also asks them to stop beinng asses. They know she’s not talking about Spam in a Can. Assholes.
She stands on top of the clock tower, a malicious smile on her lips as her mask shields her upper face. In her fingers is a bag of precious jewels. She has no claim to them, no right, no need. She stands there and laughs at everyone below her. She reminds them, despite her games and jokes, she is no hero. It’s a lesson they learn well as she forces the hero to choose between catching her or the small child that’s falling. She leaps in a graceful arc and flies away into the moon. The hero will not follow, would not dare sacrifice a child.
She flings herself high up and still smiles at the expected result. The hero is more heroic for catching the child. She more villainous. She sits, hidden by the shadows of the tall buildings, and watches as the crowd cheers. Yes, there’s a reason why she does this. She knows they’ll catch the innocent every time. Vivian takes off her mask and unfolds her legs as she lowers herself to the flat building rooftop. She yanks off the wig, revealing her brightly colored hair.
She wonders about the day when the hero decides sacrificing a child is worth the risk of attempting to catch her. Any villain. She sighs softly and walks to the edge, her arms resting on the railing as she peers over. At least, it wasn’t today. Today, she knew the child would be easily saved. Vivian sighs once more and looks toward the fire escape. She had less than an hour to get back to base. The bag feels too heavy in her hands. With the jewels she never really needed to snatch. But it was easier to do take a couple of things than anything else.
She wonders if her Hero would ever do that. She wonders what her next battle will be.
Mostly she battles heroes and Alexis’s spiders. Some days, however, she battles herself. And it’s always a losing battle.
Alexis knew she kept things from him, he kept things from her. He didn’t want her to tell him all her secrets. Some things were private. He totally understood. But, in the beginning, he thought it was strange how awkward and random her schedule was. The late nights, early mornings, the sporatic days off. Never had it crossed his mind the possibility of cheating. Lying, yes, but not cheating. Never cheating. She had been careful not leaving any clues, but it had been the calling cards which gave her away.
It was how he figured out. The way she wrote, the curves of her abc’s, the little fancy tails of her ‘y’s. The slightly smudged way she wrote with fancy ink. The kind you had to wait for to dry with. It had been on the news, the way she wrote… it made him chuckle. He probably should feel pissed she never told him – he’d have every right. But when he looked into her eyes and sometimes saw that small hint of sadness, or when she opened her mouth to say something but quickly closed it. The way she would suddenly change topics when it came to the latest jewel stolen… it wasn’t obvious.
But Alexis doesn’t push or pry. He decided to wait until she tells him. For now, he’s enjoying the fact she doesn’t know. And later, when she finally admits it (if she ever does), Alexis decided to take full on advantage. There was this stuffed Pikachu he wanted…
Vivian was just happy holding his hand as they strolled down the sidewalk, a peaceful bubble among the hurried bodies of people going and leaving. Their steps were relaxed, casual, happy. She would twist and twirl, pull him alongside her if he was too slow, his steps too big. He would never show any outward affection, no in public, not a kiss, and only a half hug. But… she didn’t mind.
Her eyes closed as they walked, a large smile on her face. No doubt he was looking at her, confused and curious. She knew their relationship wasn’t conventional, even if he didn’t. He had no idea who she really was. That she was a villain, that she stole things, broke things. That she wasn’t the simple… whatever she told him.
Most days, it ate at her. That she couldn’t say. And while she could claim it was for his safety… the reality was she didn’t want to see look in his eyes change. She didn’t want him to stop loving her. Didn’t want him to stop holding her hand. In moments like these, she could forget what she didn’t tell him. Fully lose herself. The moments after, however, left her guilt-ridden.
She rested her head against his arm, pulling him closer. Tomorrow, she told herself. Tomorrow she’d tell him. Tell him everything.
Kendal was gone for a while, life making things hectic but wonderfully so. And then, she reacquainted herself with Skyrim and Mass Effect and Dragon Age and recently learned whether it was Far Cry or Watchdog, she could not drive a car. So Aidan and James… did not fare well under her command. Neither did Nazeem.
Ps. Kendal does not appreciate spam comments fishing for info. She knows you know who you are!
When Someone tells Kendal, “You aren’t good enough.”
Kendal sighs, shakes her mane. “Babe, if I’m not good enough for you, no one is,” walks away. “And I’m epically fantastic!”
As Kendal always believes — someone’s opinion is never as important as your own about yourself.