'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

- instant regret -

"But you will die if you drink any more."

"Ughhh..." Mercy groaned in annoyance and pain, catching her nails into the villain tank top that hung from his shoulders. "Fuck... I'd rather die.."

"Yeah, but not yet." Pierce responded with a smile, reaching the top floor and making his way to the only room there. He passed the bathroom and set the woman on his bed. She tossed around, vomit coming from her stomach.

Mercy held in the vomit, the cold spiking at her body from the bed she was on. "Fucking.. Hu, cold..!"

Pierce turned around, looking up at the open roof he enjoyed so much, turning back to Mercy who was in a very uncomfortable position on his large bed, he moved forward. He draped a cotton blanket on top of her, letting it fall on her smaller body and watched her expression slowly relax.

She pulled in on herself, stuffing her face into the blanket. The wind, the cold air didn't seem to bother her anymore with the comfort Pierce draped on her sick, limp body.

Even when comfortable, Mercy still mumbled out words of pain. "So.. H-uungry.. Sick, ick.."

"Yeah, yeah I know you're hungry, you horse." The villain replied, pulling on a ripped jacket from the ground. He watched as she thrashed around lightly under the cotton comforter, soon he exited the room and went down the stairs.

Closing the door and traveling down the streets, Pierce looked for any type of shop; he knew for a fact that there were no shops or food in the grubs. The closes had to be in Highway Side down by the markets, even so, at this hour they were most likely closed.

But that never stopped Pierce in any way.

He drifted into the shadows to his left, fading in and out of the earth until he made it to a clear section.

~Highway side, markets~
Coming back into reality, Pierce looked around for what he knew Mercy could eat in the state she was in. Nothing hot, sweet, or heavy for sure. But Mercy was a woman that loved strong flavored things, anything that was bland she would spit it right back out.

So Pierce had to look around until his eyes landed on a shop that was indebted into the apartments that hung around in the sky. One was a shop that held all types of flavor of instant ramen, some were hotpots, some had normal soups of different flavors.

Pierce smiled seeing all the flavors, eyeing one that he knew exactly was Mercy's taste. Putting his hand on the glass door, Pierce fazed within existence and was now in the shop.

It was quick, but draining very quickly. He got what he needed in his hands, his energy felt staggering from fazing in and out of reality so much, but he could fill it up quickly with the rest of the night back at his home.

~Highway side, the streets~
The villain decided to walk the rest of the way back to his home in the grubs, he was coming up to the section where Highway ended and entered the grubs. Looking around he saw a familiar looking tree.

His feet completely stopped in its tracks, looking up at the tall tree, Pierce felt his breath caught up in his throat.

The last time he was here, he was shot and had to watch the tree he was entranced by being broken without so much of a thought. Now, stood a tall beautiful living tree with no holes, bright green leafs were no longer burnt to a crisp.

It was all new. Regrown into something bigger, brighter.

When did Oxzy have time to do this? He thought they had just fought only a few hours ago. The hero was shot at, even had busted ears after the night, he got the worse of the scuffle even if it was intended for Pierce. Now the mess was picked up, the tree was regrown, the branches and leaves from the destruction earlier were all gone. No traces of a gun fight, or burns in the ground shown.