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Yield

"Please, just stop," The villain said, his voice full of pity. He walked towards the spot the floor where the shaking hero lay curled up in a ball of pain, "You don't have to fight anymore."
The hero looked straight into the villain's blue eyes and spat back a weak hiss of "Never." He attempted to throw another punch with all his weight behind it, which the villain calmly sidestepped. Landing face first on the cold concrete floor, the hero tried to return to his feet. His balance betrayed him and his knees buckled under his weight, a dampened thud echoed as the hero crashed onto the floor.
"It's not fair they made you do this." The villain knelt by the hero's side and removed one of his black leather gloves, "You were never going to win, they knew that."

The hero tried to resist the villain as he bandaged up a large cut on his forehead but his weak swatting seamed to do nothing to stop the caring hands. "Good will always win." he muttered, his voice no more than a whisper.

"Oh, well maybe I am good then, Have you ever thought of that?"

"I am not the one killing innocent children." he snapped back.

"I know Honey," the villain stroked his chin, "and I love you for that."