Of Heroes And Villains Epilogue

Of Heroes And Villains

Of Heroes And Villains

In which a superhero meets his match, masks are uncovered and a mad scientist just tries to get some mad science-ing done without getting distracted by the antics of her magical minion.

Fanart by the talented Ian Samson, creator of City of Reality and artist of The Wotch



EPILOGUE



PsyKick is bored.

This is not unusual. It is, in fact, his entire existence. He lies in his small room, strapped to his bed. Sometimes the doctors come in, and then PsyKick smiles and says all the things they want to hear. They give him books to read and he likes those. But they never free him anymore. When they remove the straps, he is never without supervision.

He shouldn’t try to run so often, then they would take them off more. He knows this. But he can’t help it. When he sees an opportunity to escape and finally Serve his Purpose, he must take it.

His Purpose gnaws at him day and night, telling him that he is Bad for not Serving.

He cannot find anyone to Serve.

They tell him his Mistress is dead. Constance killed her. He is not sure how he feels about that. Sometimes he thinks about this and he smiles, but when Constance comes to visit him, he always lunges at her.

Constance never visits anymore.

His teammates still do, sometimes. Tex will sit beside his bed and talk to him in a low voice for hours. PsyKick will answer normally and they will laugh and it’s just like always. But then PsyKick will ask when Tex will help him escape and Tex will go quiet. Tex tells him he is not well, that he’s sick. He is wrong, PsyKick is just fine. Tex does not understand why PsyKick must Serve. PsyKick hadn’t understood it either, until his Mistress had showed him how much sense it makes.

PsyKick always ends up yelling at Tex for keeping him in here, for being a bad teammate, screaming every unkind thought he’s ever had about his best friend, until the doctors come and shove needles in his arms.

Tex’ visits are getting fewer and fewer.

PsyKick is afraid that one day he will stop coming, too, and then it will be only him and the boredom.


***



“There’s someone here to see you, Stephen.”

He turns his head, eagerly straining against the straps. Is it Tex? He hasn’t seen his friend in so long.

It’s not Tex.

It’s a woman he has never seen before.

She is beautiful, long blond hair falling down past her waist in luscious curls. It takes him a moment to realize that the red streaks in it are not dye, but petals. Her entire body is covered with them, vines curling up and down her waist to form something akin to a bikini.

And her eyes glow red.

It gives her a very sinister air. PsyKick shivers.

“Leave us,” says the woman, and the doctor obeys. There is a natural authority to her voice that is hard to deny. PsyKick’s Purpose perks up immediately. She looks evil. Evil enough to Serve?

She slowly circles his bed; the movement reminds him of a predator assessing its prey. He keeps her in his line of sight. She comes to a halt at his bedside and leans over him. Then she reaches out, and cups his chin.

“Do you know who I am?”

He shakes his head.

“I am Dionaea.”

Dionaea. The name jolts something in his head and he reviews his photographic memory.

“Dionaea Muscipula. Venus Flytrap.”

She grins widely and for a moment she looks like an eager young girl. “Yes! Finally someone gets it.” Then she clears her throat and the sinister air returns. “Do you know what I am, PsyKick?”

He shakes his head again.

“I am a Villain.”

PsyKick’s heart is beating painfully against his chest. Serve, Serve, Serve, sings his Purpose. Finally someone to Serve.

“And what are you, PsyKick?”

He opens his mouth. His voice is rough and scratchy from disuse. “I’m yours, Mistress.”


***



PsyKick shades his eyes against the sunlight. It warms his face.

He hasn’t been outside in so long.

He blinks rapidly, his vision blurry. His new Mistress lays a hand on his back. It’s warm, too.

They walk through the flower garden in silence, with him trailing behind her, docile. Where his Mistress steps, the flowers bloom, straining toward her like she is the sun.

His Mistress has explained everything to him. She, like him, was created by Cinder Snow. His old Mistress is alive – he had whimpered at that news – and she has given PsyKick to Dionaea as a gift. So he must serve her now.

Dionaea says she is deep undercover. They must pretend to be Good, for a while, while her plans take form. When he asked what those plans are, she told him it was not his place to know. She is right, of course. PsyKick is only here to Serve, not question.

Then his Mistress did something very strange. She laid her hand on his head and it pulsed with that eerie red glow of her eyes. Then she asked him if he still wanted to Serve her. When he said yes, she looked disappointed. That worries PsyKick. Does she not want him? He has finally found someone to Serve. He mustn’t disappoint her.

He likes her.

She has taken him outside.


***



PsyKick is starting to suspect that his new Mistress is not very bright.

Sometimes she will point to things and say something blatantly wrong. She will say “Isn’t this smoothie wonderfully bitter?” or “Two times five is eight.” or “Platypus Man would defeat Texplosion in a fight.” (As if Tex would lose to that moron!)

He does not say that, of course. He just says “Yes, Mistress,” and nods.

They are sitting on a bench in the park she takes him to every time she visits. She comes by every few days and he has begun to crave her company. There is such clarity to his thoughts when she is around. He thinks it’s because she fulfills his Purpose.

His Mistress tilts back her head and smiles. “Isn’t the sky a beautiful green today?”

“The sky is blue,” he murmurs.

She grows very still, turning her head slowly, and stares at him intensely.

He realizes what he’s done. “I’m s-sorry,” he stutters while his Purpose screams at him.

“Don’t be,” she drawls, and turns her face toward the sun again. “Would you look at that? It’s blue. You’re right. I was wrong.”

No, he disagreed with her, he is the one who is wrong, and Bad, and…

“You can disagree with me when I’m wrong, Stephen.”

His Purpose quiets down.

She smiles at him and he averts his gaze.


***



PsyKick glares at his Mistress over his hand, and she smiles back innocently.

“Let’s see ‘em.”

He triumphantly lays out his Full House. She smirks and turns over her cards, revealing a Royal Flush. PsyKick’s mouth falls open.

“That’s it! You are cheating, Mistress!”

“Prove it!” she crows, and gleefully hugs the paper scraps they use as chips to her chest.


***



They never fasten the straps anymore. PsyKick can move around his room as he pleases, and it’s wonderful. His Purpose still gnaws at him sometimes, but it’s so faint now, he can barely feel it. It’s because of his Mistress; he knows she will come to him, so he doesn’t have to escape to get to her.

He wishes he could go outside by himself, though. Not to escape, just to take a walk.

He hasn’t tried to attack a doctor in weeks. Maybe if he continues to behave they will allow it. He will ask his Mistress about it. She seems to have sway with the doctors; it’s very strange. Maybe she controls their minds, like he’d once been able to, before they implanted the power dampeners.


***



His Mistress can do anything.

PsyKick is sitting on the bench in the garden. Alone. There’s a book in his lap and he is reading it with a faint smile on his face.

She is Magic.


***



His Mistress is a liar.

He paces the length of his room.

Doctor Dionaea.

He had heard them calling her Doctor Dionaea!

She was wearing a white coat over her vines, and she was laughing with the other doctors. Laughing at him? For being stupid enough to believe her? No, no, no, he likes his Mistress, she cares for him, how can she betray him like this?

Maybe it’s just her cover story. His rapidly beating heart calms a little. Yes. That must be it.


***



“Mistress?”

“Yes, Stephen?” She is shuffling the cards. He really shouldn’t let her do that. Whenever she deals the cards, she wins. His Mistress is really quite blatant about her cheating.

“What are your plans?” He forces the words out. He knows it’s not his place to ask, but he has to know. He hasn’t seen her plan much in the way of world domination, as a proper villain should.

She freezes for a moment. The only movement is her neatly arranging the cards into an orderly stack.

“My plan is to get you well.”

He swallows the lump in his throat.

“You are a doctor,” he says in a dull voice. Now she can’t be his Mistress anymore.

“No, I’m not.”

“I heard them calling you Doctor Dionaea.”

She smiles wryly. “A joke. I make them call me that; it grinds their teeth. I have no medical degree.”

He raises his head hopefully. But then he frowns.

“They say I’m sick but I’m not.” They just don’t understand that he has a Purpose.

His Purpose.

It’s very quiet. He cocks his head, straining to hear it.

“I know,” she says gently. “But you aren’t happy either, are you?”

He doesn’t really know what to say. All he knows is that his heart is breaking. If she’s not his Mistress, then he must find someone else. He doesn’t want to.

“I wasn’t lying, you know,” she continues. “Cinder Snow made me. And I was a villain.”

“Was,” he repeats.

“I met this hero. And then I decided I didn’t want to be a villain anymore.” She puts away the stack of cards and reaches out to take his hand. “Wouldn’t you like to do the same?”

“I… I…”

He looks at their entwined hands. He thinks… he thinks he would very much like not being a villain. But how can he stop? He must Serve.

“How did you do it?” he asks in a small voice.

She leans in closer and presses a kiss to his brow. “I just made a choice.”

And then PsyKick starts crying. Silently at first, but then she hugs him and he sobs while she cradles him in his arms and whispers sweet nothings.

He doesn’t want to be like this anymore.


***



PsyKick is standing on the edge. There is a wind blowing at this altitude, and it rustles his cape. He opens his eyes and gazes out at the city to his feet.

He smiles.

It’s a good day to be a Hero in Paragon City.


The End



Author's Note: I would like to thank all my readers and reviewers; your comments mean more to me than you know! I hope you enjoyed reading my tale as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I know what you're thinking: "But you left so many things unresolved!"

Yes. Yes, I did. Things that shall be resolved in sequels! This was the story of how Diane and Kara fell in love and changed each other for the better. That story is now at an end, but that does not mean that there are not more adventures for them ahead! I have all sorts of deliciousness planned, one of which would, of course, be the Captain/Amethyst story. I'll be posting a few oneshots over the next couple of days and then start the sequel. Allow me to present...

The Ties That Bind

Also, this story has fanart by Ian Samson. Enjoy! (Caution: One picture is NSFW)

Cover

Fistbump

Crossdressing

NSFW

And here's a few rough character sketches!

Captain Patriot

Cinder Snow

Amethyst Star

Event Horizon

Thank you all so much for following along, and I hope to see you for the sequel!


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