Does evil deserve good things? We're all taught that the wicked deserve only endless torment. But what if evil was truly ready to change? What if it really puts in the effort to change? Does it deserve what it strives to have? Or is it forced to liv...
Our little story opens up on the night lit streets of Vale. Heading down to street level we see a man dressed in formal attire. Upon him are smokey gray pants with a same colored four button vest. A white dress shirt rests under the vest with the first two buttons of the shirt being undone. In both of his arms rest bags overflowing with food.
???: "I'm starting to think I might've gone overboard on shopping. But given how much food we go through in a week, it was probably for the best."
With a smile he comes to a stop at an enormous building. Heading inside he nods his head at a man behind a counter.
???: "Evening Winston."
He nods back.
???: "How've things been?"
Winston: "All has been quiet on the Western Front sir."
???: "And how's Emily?"
Winston: "She's slowly gathering her strength back. All thanks to you."
???: "All I did was pay for a few rounds of chemo. It's nothing."
Winston: "I shall pay you back sir."
???: "No need. You keeping everything safe is enough."
The elevator opens as the man with groceries steps in. Winston then calls out.
Winston: "Before I forget. Miss Alaina said she would be a few minutes late."
???: "I see. Thanks for letting me know."
Winston tips his hat. The elevator doors close then starts heading upwards. The floors go up and up until the elevator reaches the penthouse. The doors open allowing the man to head to the kitchen. From there he lays out his groceries before shortly beginning to cook. As he puts the finishing touches on the meal the door opens.
???: "I'm back."
From the doorway walks in a young woman.
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???: "Welcome home Alaina."
She hangs her coat. Entering the kitchen she cocks an eyebrow.
Alaina: "What's with the fancy dinner Y/N?"
He finally sets the plates down, taking his seat.
Y/N: "What? Can a guy not make his darling wife a nice romantic dinner?"
Alaina: "He can. It's just you normally don't."
Y/N: "People change."
With a playful roll of her eyes and a smile they feast.
Y/N: "So how was your day?"
Alaina: "Alright. Punched some would be muggers in the face. But other than that nothing too noteworthy. What about you?"
Y/N: "Just fixed up the house. Took care of some business and that's about it."
There's a brief silence.
Alaina: "So registration is coming up."
Y/N: "And?"
Alaina: "And after some thinking. I've decided I wanna join Beacon."
Y/N smiles.
Y/N: "That's good. You started the process?"
Alaina: "No. Which is another thing I wanna talk to you about. I want you to join me."
He looks up at her.
Y/N: "There a particular reason why?"
Alaina: "Oh come on N/N. All you do is stay up here in this dusty penthouse. It'll do you some good to be around other people."
Y/N: "I don't know."
Alaina: "At least think about it. Please."
Y/N: "I shall keep it in mind."
Aliana: "Thank you."
They finish their dinner. As Y/N cleans up he looks at Alaina.
Y/N: "Hope you have room for dessert."
Alaina: "And what would dessert be?"
Y/N: "Vanilla bean cheesecake with caramel drizzle and cherries."
