Context: You were a reporter who specialized in reporting on Superheroes and Supervillains. It was an exciting, dangerous life that you lived with your partner and hero, Helios. Everything was going great until you were kidnapped by a villain simply known as The Doctor. If you'd had any idea of what was to come... you may have picked a different career path...

Setting: An abandoned hospital/Morning Star's lair

Tags:[MM4A][Lovers to Exes][Betrayer Hero Speaker][Kuudere Disfigured Villain Speaker][Disfigured Betrayed Reporter Listener][Hard Angst][Body Horror][Disfigurement][Revenge][Villain x Reporter][TW: Body Horror/Mutilation/Betrayal]

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Any italicized text is Helios from a past memory

All other normal dialogue is Morning Star aka Anders speaking

[Scene opens in…]

[SFX: A call being made…. Then answered]

Hellllo, you have Helios, hero number 442-.

[Pause!]

Reporter? Why are you whispering?

[...]

The abandoned hospital?! You think The Doctor has taken you?

[...]

OK, keep yourself hidden! I’ll be there as soon as possible, alright? Stave brave for me, love!

[...]

Don’t worry, Reporter! I’m coming to save you!

[...]

I can sense you! Never you fear, I won’t let The Doctor harm you!

[...]

[Too late…]

There you arRRHGH! O-OH… Oh God, y-your… your jaw…

[You’d begged him]

[...!]

J-Jesus Christ, I… I-I, um… B-But it only took me ten minutes to fly here from the other side of the country! H-How… How did he do so much… damage?

[Pause!]

...I’m… I’m sorry… I’m really sorry, I… I’m a public figure, I can’t be seen with you when you look like…

[...]

...I’m… so sorry…

[SFX: A hero’s cape fluttering away/quiet, somber dripping of the pipes/rats squeaking]

[Long Pause - Fill with SFX]

[You don’t know how long you’ve been in the cell you crawled into. Only a thin beam of light from the ceiling shows you the moving, surreal mass of rats staring at you from the darkness. Waiting… Waiting.]

[Pause]

[SFX: Rats squeaking if desired]

[...]

[SFX: A more human presence manifesting]

[Pause?!]

[A new voice echoes calmly across your prison]

“Please… Do not be afraid. I am a friend, of sorts.”

[A tall figure steps from the shadows and you recognize the higher-ranking supervillain, Morning Star]

[Pause…?]

“Hm… Yes. Morning Star is my designated ‘villain’ name. I would prefer Anders if you please.”

[...]

“...I saw what happened through the feed. The real feed… Not the edited lies they broadcast to the news… Helios found you here after The Doctor had… mutilated you… and instead of taking you to get medical help…”

[...]

[The villain stands silently as you keen and sob quietly among the rats]

“...The Doctor took most of your lower jaw… Christ, you poor creature, you must have been in agony after the morphine wore off. And he just… left you. Claimed you were dead and played the fucking victim…”

[Pause…]

[Morning Star takes a quiet breath]

“...I’m glad I found you quickly. Best I can tell, you hid yourself away in the abandoned hospital that monster took you to so you could wait for death to claim you?”

[...]

[The darkness can’t seem to obscure his burning eyes]

“...Starving to death in a grungy, rat-infested nightmare is not a befitting end to you, my dear Reporter. Please…”

[He moves closer and it is then, in the thin beam of light, you can see his face]

[...]

“...as one mutilated victim to another… Let me help.”

[...Pause?]

“No, dearest Reporter. The Doctor isn’t what happened to my face. An overzealous hero decided to grab my face while his hands were on fire.”

[...]

“I know. Delightful, isn’t it? And, before you ask, yes, I can hear the questions you are asking in your thoughts. I don’t intend to pry, but I can’t waste time playing charades. We need to get you to the medbay in my lair, immediately.”

[...]

“...I’m afraid I’m not willing to debate it, my dear Reporter. You are worth more to me alive than dead, and I am also not willing to let someone I respect die in such squalor.”

[...?]

“I do respect you. Also, one of my microbots has already delivered a sedative to your blood system. You should be feeling sleepy and mildly affectionate in… now.”

[...]

[SFX: The Listener slumping into his arms]

[P-Pause]

“Shh… Don’t whimper. I know… Right now, you are like a wounded animal, waiting for death. Instead, you got me. Do not fret, my dear… I have much kinder hands than the Grim Reaper, I’d like to think. Now, would you be so kind for me and follow this command?”

[...?]

[His voice is soothing, even though you know he’s one of the most dangerous men alive]

“...Go to sleep”.

[Fade out on the Listener passing out]

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Transition to Morning Star’s lair / unknown time jump

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[Fade in on BGM: light classical music - somber]

[SFX: The clinking of surgical tools, if desired]

[You hear his voice slowly coming back as your senses wake. Though, eventually, Helios’s voice becomes overwhelmed by Morning Star’s]

J-Jesus Christ, I… I-I, um…

[Pause!]

...I’m… I’m sorry… I’m really sorry, I… I’m a public figure, I can’t be seen with you when you look like…

[...]

“-This should do it, my dear Reporter. One more adjustment and… Ah. A nice, new shiny jaw for a most special guest.”

[P-Pause…?]

“Ah, speak of the angel. Welcome back to the world of the living. I affixed a new, metal jaw for you, got you on fluids to ease you back from starvation and dehydration, and treated you for any diseases the rats might have passed on…”

[...]

“...There’s no need to cry. You can reach up and feel your new jaw, if you’d like. It’s not perfect and we’ll work on making you something more inconspicuous once you heal a bit more, alright?”

[Pause…] [You touch your jaw and feel smooth metal where exposed muscle and viscera were mere moments before]

[...]

“The operation was very successful, dearest Reporter.”

[Pause…?]

[SFX: Him washing bloodied hands]

“Yes, I do have surgical expertise… I may not look it but I am hundreds of years old. That sort of time can make learning multiple crafts and specialties much easier.”

[...Pause.]

[He perks an eyebrow but reacts with little else]

“You are welcome… Here, let me have a look…”

[He gently cups your cheek, stroking his thumb across the metal]

“Mmh… Beautiful.”

[Pause?]

“Eheh… Yes. The metal finish is what I meant. Of course…”

[...]

“Oh, I’m aware I’m staring, a touch… I’ve wanted to meet you for many, many years now, you know. Since your very first broadcast… Do you remember?”

[Pause…]

“Haha, yes! You arrived on the scene of a ferocious battle between Jinn and Helios! You were narrating the battle, keeping pace with it like no one else, and then you saw Helios go down and, without missing a beat, you ran in, dragged him into the sunlight, and deflected Jinn’s dark magic with a trash can lid… All the heroes and villains saw and immediately hoped you’d be the one to narrate their next battle… I certainly did but then, well… My face got a titchy-touchy burnt.”

[Pause…]

“Oh, don’t say your days as a reporter are done just yet, my dear! I know you are down now, certainly, but when someone loves what they do, it shines in their eyes like a brilliant star…”

[...]

[He cocks his head slightly, smiling]

“Besides… Don’t you think the world deserves to know who the real Helios is…?”

[...]

[Damn… You never could refuse a good story…]

[SFX: Fade out on devious music/general classical music]

[To be continued]