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"Get up, you wretched villain!", sounds of static and several cars beeping, the lack of silence of the metropolis would be enough to drive a mad scientist insane. The smoke from the fires succumbing near the cars, ventilating through his mess of a paper bag could be the least of his problems but dear lord, was it suffocating. As if the air was not polluted enough already. Oh! What an idea, he should engrave it into his plan next time, the scientist thought to himself.
Anyway, ignoring the self-proclaimed hero would hypothetically, if not surely, cause him death, this was not so good of a situation. And boy, was the doctor ready, ready for every broken rib and limb, every kick, punch or lousy insult the insolent prick of a hero threw at him. That was what the doctor would've thought if he was in the hero's point of view and if he was insolent enough to think the hero would hesitate to completely smash him to pieces.
Dr Flug was not insolent.
However, in this situation, right here, right now, he was sure his breath would be his final words before an uncanny death.
"Do you not hear me, nerd? Stand up and plea guilty!".
The doctor could've sworn he'd heard cameras clicking around him and the hero. Considering his line of sight alongside his hearing was more than slightly disrupted, even he thought the hero's request was cruel.
So here he laid on both his knees, hoping at least the slaughter would be quick. His body already beaten and bruised with the hero being much more to take in rather than the environment, what could he do? What kind of sick demand was the hero spitting?
Lord, he wished his reptilian friend went along with him and lord, he wished his fluffy bear of a son cuddled away the unbearable pain of his father's body and, good lord, he wished he would’ve at least remembered to bring his newly invented ray-gun!
If only… Lord-
"If only… Lord".
The hero chuckled hearing him, what sickos heroes were. Pain in the asses, leaving the organization to get rid of their constant delusional state of being the golden child in the several metropolises.
"That's it, your roots of villainy ends today! Citizens say farewell to your misery and-", the sudden cut-off of the hero's meaningless speech midway surprised Flug, urging him to force eye contact with the hero. Despite the unbearable pain in his body, Dr Flug looked up at the hero steadily. Once eye contact had been made, the doctor stared at him. Only to realise the influential hero was not looking at him directly, but rather a scene behind the doctor.
At that very moment, the sky turned red and bystanders were quick to escape the horror of the eldritch abomination behind his dearest employee, Doctor Flug.
In all honesty, thought Dr Flug.
Lord, this was terrifying.
Terrifying seemingly heighted beyond its meaning as Flug saw it when he did. A sort of red mist made its way through the horrid streets of the metropolis environment, surrounding both Flug and the hero. As expected, all of the citizens ran for their lives, some hiding behind bushes or in buildings to witness the inevitable death of one of the two men.
The hero waved his hand at the mist, only for it to approach and gather around him, “What the-”. The mist slithered from the hero’s body to his neck, he was paralyzed. Dr Flug watched the hero’s demise, petrified and blank, Flug shivered when he felt a warm wind beneath his neck. Having not the strength to turn around, the doctor stayed still, witnessing the hero’s slow death.
The hero tried screaming and squirming, just to be muffled and strangled by the red mist around him, it held him a little too tight.
Even Flug felt a gist of it, claustrophobic, nauseated and stuffed, all that the hero supposedly felt.
And with that, when Dr Flug blinked, time went by quite fast. The hero was dead, played around like a ragdoll swinging from right to left, and thrown across the smoke emitting vehicles.
Rule number 1, never feel for your enemies.
Blinking his eyes, he turned a blind eye from the corpse along with the citizens who continued to hide and seek with their cameras. This was the end, right? The doctor was safe and sound, away from the hazards of heroes and all alike, correct?
Dr Flug was saved so no more agony would come his way, surely. Flug started to cough rapidly, the red mist still in the air. It was until the redness disappeared, he knew.
Just as he was saved, the heavy realisation dawned on him.
He wasn’t in a city, not anymore.
He was in a domain.
“Doctor.”