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·I ain't no saviourMar 7·For saleShareThe city burned around us.
Flames licked the sky, casting shadows on the twisted wreckage of what had once been bustling streets. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of scorched metal and asphalt. In the distance, sirens wailed—police, firefighters, news choppers circling like vultures. But no one would dare interfere.
This was our battlefield.
Homelander stood across from me, his cape barely hanging onto his shoulders, his suit scorched and torn. His lip was still bleeding from earlier, though he pretended not to notice.
He looked at me like I was something that had crawled out of a nightmare.
"You think you're a hero?" His voice was dangerously soft , the calm before the storm. "You think this city will thank you for this?"
I chuckled, rolling my shoulders. Lightning danced across my fingertips.
"A hero? Nah." I smirked. "I'm just a guy cleaning up a mess."
Homelander's eyes flashed red. "I am not a mess."
"No? Then what do you call yourself?" I stepped forward. "Because I can think of a few things. Murderer. Tyrant. Coward. "
His jaw clenched.
That hit home.
"You destroyed a family just because they didn't love you back," I continued, my voice steady. "You ruined lives because you couldn't stand the idea of being ordinary. "
He opened his mouth to respond—
Then, in a blur of motion, a new figure appeared.
A-Train.
The bastard stopped right next to Homelander, his suit pristine, the gold lightning bolts on his arms gleaming in the firelight. His face was tense, nervous.
Good.
I turned my gaze to him. "And you."
A-Train shifted uncomfortably. "Look, man—"
"Robin."
The name froze him.
I saw it in his eyes—the memory of that split second , the moment his body had ripped through her like a bullet through paper.
"You killed her," I said, my voice sharp as glass. "For what? A high? A little more Compound V in your system?"
A-Train looked away, his breathing uneven. "I—I didn't mean to—"
"She had dreams," I continued, stepping closer. "She had a life. You took that away. And the worst part? You didn't even stop running."
His hands clenched into fists. "I didn't have a choice!"
I tilted my head. "And yet you're standing here now, next to him." I pointed at Homelander. "Another choice."
A-Train's lips pressed into a thin line. He didn't respond.
I scoffed. "Pathetic."
Then the ground shook.
A deep rumble—followed by the sound of water crashing against the pavement.
From behind the wreckage, a man rose from the shadows.
The Deep.
He stepped forward, ocean water dripping from his suit, his trident gleaming. His expression was smug, his posture arrogant.
"You forgot about me," he said.
I blinked. Then laughed.
"Yeah. I did."
The Deep's face twitched. "You think this is funny?"
"A little." I shrugged. "What are you gonna do? Summon a dolphin? "
His eyes flared with anger , but before he could respond, I continued.
"You were the first real monster in The Seven, weren't you?" I mused. "Taking what you wanted. Using your status to do whatever the hell you pleased."
His expression darkened.
I kept going.
"You thought the world owed you something. You thought you could hurt whoever you wanted. "
I took another step forward.
"But tell me, Deep—"
My voice dropped to a whisper.
"How's it feel? Being the one at the bottom of the food chain?"
The Deep snarled, raising his trident—
But I moved first.
Lightning exploded from my palm, striking his weapon, sending an electric shockwave through his body. He screamed, convulsing, before being blasted backward into a burning car.
One down.
A-Train rushed me.
I barely dodged, pivoting just in time to catch his arm mid-swing. The force of his speed ripped up the pavement , but I held him still.
He gasped, struggling.
I tightened my grip.
"You wanna know the difference between us?" I murmured.
He barely choked out a response.
I leaned in.
"I can still stop."
Then I slammed my knee into his gut.
A-Train's body folded , the breath ripped from his lungs as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air.
Two down.
I turned back to Homelander.
His face was stone.
But his eyes?
Furious.
"You think you're better than me?" he whispered.
I smiled. "No."
Then my hand crackled with lightning.
"I know I am."
He lunged.
I met him head-on.
Fist against fist. Lightning against heat vision. Power against power.
We tore through the battlefield like gods in a dying world , our blows sending shockwaves through the ruined city. Buildings collapsed in our wake. The ground splintered beneath our feet.
We were destroying everything.
And I didn't care.
Because tonight?
This city would know the truth.
Homelander was no hero.
And I was no savior.
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To Be Continued...