'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

- return the favor -

"I don't need a ride." Oxzy replied coldly, swiftly turning away from Milo and began to stalk towards the direction of Parrway. Milo caught sight of the man limping, dragging his feet behind him in obvious pain. Milo gulped, lifting himself closer to the man about to talk.

Only when his hand was a few inches from him, Oxzy jumped up with a strong and quick wind lifting him away. It kept Milo grounded but carried the hero off his feet and into the air. The cold air blew around Milo, clutching to himself before looking back at the hero.

But he was already gone.

~The Grubs, Pierces home~
The man slumped on the brown ripped couch. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he put his hand over his eyes and internally screamed. The anger rising in him was hot and fast, hitting his head like a blazing bullet.

The sheriff had once again ruined his fun. Taking away his chance of playing with Oxzy for a lot longer than he wanted to. Now he was back at home, boredom seeping right into his red veins.

The boredom shifted when a loud figure waltzed in. With her baggy ripped black jeans littered with chains and an equally ripped jacket, Mercy came in and plopped right next to the man. He made no move to greet the trespasser.

Seeing her friend in an angry frenzy, Mercy rolled her eyes. She propped her heels on the sofa with her knees up, digging into her purse for something. When she found it, a foul smell surfaced in the room. The smell caught Pierce off guard, feeling a sense of familiarity. Looking at the woman who already very stoned, Pierce smirked.

"Already fucked?" He laughed.

"You look more fucked then me," she retorted, leaning into the sofa and facing the non-existent TV. "What happened? Got bored and played until your dick ran dry?"

"More or less." The man responded sarcastically, earning a hum from Mercy. "That damn blonde interrupted again."

"Oh, the boring sheriff?" Mercy asked, Pierce nodded, not even looking up. "That mans a fucking buzz kill. I wouldn't be surprised if he started liking the hero more than he should. They're both boring."

"Wait," Pierce turned in her direction with a raised eyebrow. "Like? Since when did the sheriff take interest in Oxzy out of all people? He hates the hero."

"It's obvious he dislikes Oxzy a whole bunch." Mercy responded, but she kept going. "Only now, he seems to be everywhere he is. Like today, he was in Daylight where Oxzy was right?"

"Right.." Pierce shook his head. He didn't want to believe it yet Mercy almost seems to be right. The thought prickled at him, thinking about the interest Milo had towards Oxzy. If they were becoming more close.

"You're burning." Mercy's voice surfaced through him, Pierce caught on. Looking at his arms, his skin grew red making his shirt burn with light smoke coming from it. "You can't be that serious about that relationship. I mean, Milo is gonna get mad at him over something you caused and poof! No more friends for Oxzy."

Seems about right. Pierce watched as the woman on his sofa let out smoke from her mouth. She closed her eyes in relaxation, leaning onto the sofa with a numbing mouth full. The villain noticed the woman drift off, her face smoldering in the sofa as no response came after that.

The villain felt himself have too much energy, he could take a hit and pass right out. Only he didn't feel like it. He had too many emotions right now, and that was dangerous for him and everyone around.

He traveled up to his non-roofed room, sitting up on his bed and facing the sky, the man pulled his phone out. Once again, Rosamee's voice broke through the silent air. The villain let his body relax, his body cooled off like he was dropped into cold water.