I walk down the street, constantly looking around. This is what my life has become. Living in fear of the “hero”. The protector of the good people of this city. At least, that’s the picture the people paint. I see them more as plastic dolls in a paper town. Plastic dolls that can break with enough cracks. And honestly, that’s all I’m doing. Making cracks.
I hear a whoosh behind me and turn. Large white wings hide the person behind them. She stands dramatically, her wings extended behind her. I put my head down, tired.
“Why are you fighting me?” I ask quietly. “That’s all I want to know. You have bigger problems.” I fold my black feathered wings behind me.
“You don’t know anything about me.” She objects.
“Oh, don’t I?” I smirk as I leap into the air and she follows me. I stop over a building, my black boots clicking as I land. “I know that you’ll follow me wherever I go. Even when I want nothing more than to be left alone.”
“You can be left alone in jail.” She suggests, her white boots clicking as she walks over to me.
“I suppose so.” I agree, hiding in the shadows. She searches for me, hard to see in my tight-fitting black long-sleeve shirt and leggings.
“Show yourself!” She yells.
“But that takes the fun out of it.” I call out. I bend down and jump as high as I can, creating a surge of wind. I hover over her, my wings spread wide and flapping slowly. She jumps up and right when she reaches me, I dive towards the ground. She follows, my black hair streaming out behind me. I laugh, the thrill of being chased exciting me. I curve around buildings, rising and falling. She keeps up, surprising me. I’ve always been faster. “Aren’t you having fun?” I call over my shoulder.
“Where are you going?” She asks sternly. I laugh again. I don’t know where I’m going. I do a barrel roll, stopping over a road. I land gracefully, my wings folding behind me. She lands across from me. “Where are we?”
“Somewhere.” I say. “And nowhere.”
She sighs. “Is it a villain thing to be cryptic?”
“I’m not the villain.” I cry, offended. “All I want to do is have fun. Like that chase we just had. Wasn’t that fun?”
“You steal money!”
“To help a family who couldn’t pay their medical bills.” I say simply, remembering Katy and her family.
“You’ve been arrested.”
“For breaking into a house after hearing screams. Stopped a guy from beating his ten year old.”
“You almost killed someone!”
“Defending someone else.” My father. I think.
“Yeah, right.” She scoffs.
“You know, I do good things when I’m not being harassed by you.” I say, feeling the need to defend myself. “I have a life. And then at night, I can be free. You could too.” I walk over and take her hands, wanting to make her understand. “I just want to help. I’m not the enemy.”
“Then who is?”
“Why does there have to be one?” I ask, dropping her hands. “It just isn’t that black and white.” I let out a short burst of air from my nose, enjoying the irony. “That’s not the way the world is.”
“You’ve done some bad things.” She accuses.
“So have you.” I counter.
“Oh, have I?”
“I should know.” I say, spreading my wings and sweeping into a low bow. “Angel of Death, they call me. Although I’ve never actually killed anyone so I’m not sure where that name came from. Anyways,” I shake my head, attempting to clear it. “What are you? Angel of Life?”
“They call me Angel.” She defends, crossing her arms over her chest. “Just. Angel.”
“That’s stupid.” I scoff, hovering over the ground. “Hey, why don’t we have some fun?”
“No.” She says, firm. “I don’t want to be associated with you.”
“Why not?” I question, slightly hurt. I drop down to the ground. “I’m just another part of you.”
“No you’re not! You have no relevance in my life! I’ve never done anything to you!” She’s starting to sound less like she’s arguing and more like she’s trying to convince herself.
“What?” My voice is dangerously low. I land, walking towards her quickly.
“I haven’t done anything to you!”
“You have taken everything from me.” I say. “I had to get surgery because of you.” I turn on my heel. “But you wouldn’t know that, would you?”
“Who are you?” She asks, the sequins on her white shirt glittering in the moonlight.
“Who are you?”
“Why should I tell you?”
“Why should I tell you?” I giggle, enjoying this. She huffs, frustrated. I wouldn’t be surprised if she thinks I’m insane. “You can’t win here.” I say, laughter still in my voice. “So stop trying.”
“No.” She yells. “Villains like you-”
“How many times do I have to tell you?” I yell. “I. Am not. A villain.”
“If you’re not a villain, then what am I?” She asks.
“Not a villain.” I state, confused as to why this is so hard for her to understand.
“But one of us-”
“No,” I say with a laugh. “This is a hero versus hero situation. We both want the same thing.”
“So you’re a hero?” She asks, unsure.
“No.” I say.
“Then what are you?”
“The same as you. A person just trying to be good. But no one can be totally good. Everyone has something bad in them.”
“That’s not true.” She whispers. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Well maybe not as Angel,” I allow. “But as… whoever you are, you probably have done something wrong.”
She’s silent. She knows I’m right.
“And, I’ve done bad things too.” I admit. “I can say that. I own up to it, But you have to play the hero and call me a villain because you know that-”
“Enough!” She yells.
“Why? Because you know I’m right?”
I’m silent. No witty comeback. No sarcastic response.”I’m so, so… tired of this.” I admit. She doesn’t say anything. “I want to go back to my question.” I say. “Why do you fight me?”
“Because you are a villain despite what you may think.” She says firmly. I walk towards her. “Because your morals are sickening.”
“Don’t you know?” I laugh. “You’re fighting yourself. If my morals make you sick,” I stop in front of her, almost touching her nose. “What do you think about yourself?”