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[Smiles] is trying to return
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May 16, 2023 10:52AM
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muahaha I exist //
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((sorry i dont think i told you but i was on hiatus for mental health reasons. Im back now but i wont be on all the time like i used to be.))
That's okay! You're welcome to all the time you need. I hope you're feeling better now! //
It's you're turn, just fyi, whenever youre ready //
((sorry lol its hard to get on here because i have a goodreads app that takes me to it whenever i try to go to the web version. I promise i will try my best to respond.))
Oh bleh! The goodreads app is so damn trash!You're all good though //
Onyx nodded and followed Emmet inside. He glanced around nervously, unsure of what to do to help, since he wasn't very good at helping. He only chose this 'hero' path so that people wouldn't see him as a disappointment. Before Onyx walked all the way inside, he spotted the forensic team pulling up and nodded to them. His expression changed to a more relaxed one when he saw them.
"I'm sure you know what to do in a crime scene, right? Don't touch anything, no eye-lasers or anything." Emmet chuckled to himself. But the smile and goofy attitude was stolen away as he came into the living room. It was worse the second time.His own thoughts rushed into his head, reminding him painfully of his father. Instictively, Emmet put his hand on the holster of his gun, walking as though the floor was thin ice.
"Can they be saved?" He said, voice but a shaky whisper. Emmet quickly cleared his throat, voice stronger now. "Can they be saved?" His question was answered with a gentle head-shake.
"No sir," Steve came over to Emmet and placed his hand on his shoulder. "That little girl was lucky.. She placed one good shot on that sick bastard. Thankfully he's- No I can't say that." The barrel-chested man gave a wan smile, and walked past him.
The Sheriff placed a hand on the doorway, feeling weak. "Why?" He whispered to himself, unable to take his blue eyes off where the forensics were working, where the little boy and his mother were nestled together. Their last comforts, and her last ditch attempt to protect her young boy. From his father.
Blinking away the film of tears over his vision, Emmet took a shaky breath to steady himself. "I have to write a report on this." He said, without looking at Onyx, voice cold as stone. "There's nothing either of us can do anymore. Goodbye." With those last words, he glanced at Onyx, hate and fear in his cold gaze. The Fox was slipping through. Then he left, signalling Steve to join him in the squad car.
Onyx glanced back at Emmet, shocked that the Sheriff would say something such as that. Weren't they supposed to help figure out what happened? Onyx was very confused and scratched his head. "Strange..." He muttered under his breath. Onyx jumped up onto the roof of the building and frowned, trying to get a last glance at Emmet's car driving away. He decided to head back to work. After all, he had nothing better to do. If the police weren't here, there was nothing he could do to help. He didn't know how to without help. (I tried to make it seem like Onyx is just a lost person who needs guidance from others in order to feel like he did something right.)
The silence in the cop car was deafening. Steve fiddled his thick thumbs nervously, the cold seething that emanated from Emmett suffused the air. White knuckles gripping the steering wheel, elbows locked and his face flat and emotionless. Emmett thought first, back to the crime scene. It was painfully obvious what had happened. Father kills mother and son, after abusing the daughter. The young girl had gotten a hold of the gun and shot her father in defense. It was a basic story, nothing special. Something niggled in his gut, however.. He had a doubt about how everyone in that room was positioned. Emmett would review the evidence later, and come to his own conclusions. He couldn't have stayed in that room with Onyx and the dead bodies. There was something about the scent of death.. Fresh death. His stomach churned dangerously.
"Steve I have to pull over."
His partner gave him an understanding look as Emmett guided his car to the side of the road. He fumbled with his seatbelt, feeling vomit rise in his throat. Emmett stumbled out of the car and double over, falling to his knees. Up came his yogurt, spewing from his parted lips. He felt ill. There was a rough hand on his back, rubbing in a circle. "I remember seeing a dead child for the first time," murmured Steve.
He was too tired to feel satisfied with the pity. Emmett wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, hissing, and standing up. "I'm fine." His throat hurt from the acidic vomit. "We better check in."
time skip to later that night? I have plans for Emmett hehehe //
I can post then! No worries! //The Fox walked leisurely on the streets of Onyxcity. The cop in him knew that at this time, the streets were often empty. The villain knew they never were. His red fox mask obscured his pale face, accentuating his sharp jawline and intense blue eyes.
Tonight.. He hoped Onyx decided to sleep. He would rather not handle the unruly hero, not after such a terrible day... And the encounter. He reached into his pocket for his wallet, thumbing through his decent amount of cash. As he walked, he came upon a lonely old man, curled onto an old blanket, with a scrawny dog curled nearby. It gazed at him with watery, hungry eyes. The Fox pulled out the half of his cash and slipped it beneath the old man's elbow. Hundred bucks would do him good.
He had business to do, but he did not look forward to it. Cop work did him dirty, and left him with little to use. And so, he ran a business. A dirty, devils-cheap business, with no morals and little to do about his dwindling soul. The moon gazed down at him, soft and empathetic. It made him feel powerful, invincible to anything.
The Fox neared the dirty house that held his... business. It was simple enough, he smuggled illegal drugs, tobacco, and alcohol from anywhere he could. It made him feel like his father. He hated his father. His blonde hair was silver in the moonlight, and he swept it from his eyes. He could hear a low murmur from the ramshackle house, and he entered.
Onyx was awake, but he didn't feel like being the hero. He decided to go out as Zane and get some cigarettes, but his favourite smoke shop was closed. He looked around for anywhere that sold cigarettes, but sadly most stores in the city were closed at this time. He shrugged and chose to just walk around for a bit, until he stumbled upon the old, dirty house. He hesitated to knock, mainly because it wasn't anybody's he knew, and he only wanted to out of pure impulse. He pulled out his phone instead and scrolled through social media.
The men within towered over The Fox, yet ducked their heads when he walked by. Silence filled the room, the men working the desk up front were stiff and alert. "What are yeh' sorry dogs shuttin' up about? Go on, bark like the rabid beast yeh' are!" A faux, but believable Irish accent laid heavily over his harsh words. Swiftly, the men continued with their chatter, louder than normal. No more silence after today."Where'ar the customers at, eh? Get'e music goin' yeh ken?" He waved one gloved hand to punctuate his words, and hardly a second later, raucous and thumping music filled the void. The Fox shuffled around the room, inspecting what they had on hand. He sniffed a cigar that had been freshly rolled and packaged not moments before, still warm from processing. He took it for himself, holding one hand open out to his side. A lighter was placed into his open palm, and he lit the cigar.
"Tell 'em this ones deligh'ful, eh? Tas'es like bitter leaf and rich 'erbs."
Zane ignored the loud music coming from the house, thinking that it was just some late night party. He wasn't the type to barge into people's business, and he had a feeling there wouldn't be any crime tonight, so he just wanted to relax outside. He reached into his pocket to grab his airpods and put them in his ears, hoping his music would be louder than theirs.
Smoke swirled around his head, and he -afraid to ruin his... other products with the fumes- stepped outside. The lit cigar illuminated his blue eyes beneath the mask with a ruddy red light. "G'day." Came his raspy Irish facade.In the low light, The Fox failed to recognize the young man near his shoppe. He was suspicious, but was confident he could take anyone on. With thin fingers, Fox tapped his cigar, watching the ashes swirl into the sky on the wind. Smoke wreathed his head like a hellish halo, lit only by the embers of his cigar, and the soft light of the moon. The Fox looked ghoulish.
Zane slowly turned his head to see The Fox standing next to him. He looked around to see if there was anybody else around. There wasn't. The streets were oddly quiet around this area. "U-uh.... Ello." Zane said, in a fake British accent. He turned down his music so that he could hear The Fox, to see if he'd respond.
"Whaddya doin' 'er so late?" The Fox shifted his body to partially face Zane, observing the handsome young man with guarded eyes. He lifted the cigar to his face and took a long drag, his blue gaze sizing him up from head to toe.
"Uhm.. well.. I've got nothing better to do." Zane smiled nervously, you could tell just by the way he was standing that he was a bit uncomfortable. "I've been looking for some smokes everywhere, but all the shops in the area were closed. I should've known they wouldn't be open this late at night, especially since crime rate has been very high around these areas." He looked at Fox, noting that he wasn't seeming to be hostile at the moment, which Zane thought was odd. He has always seen The Fox act like a stereotypical villain that attacks without a second thought, but this Fox was different. He was more laid back.
A fox-like grin cracked beneath his mask, flashing his sharp incisors, and pearly white teeth. "Lookin' fer smokes? Look no fur'er" He waved his cigar laden hand to the door behind him. The Fox was keen on the language of the silent, and he pressed on the uncomfortable vibes the young man put off. He shifted, a minuscule movement, his feet sliding wider and his chest puffing out.
"Oh.. You sell them here? Good to know..." Zane got the hint and smiled. This time he seemed to be more calmed, as though just the thought of smoking got rid of all his worries. He took a step towards the door, hesitating for a moment, but he decided it was best if he walked inside. He had a feeling that if he walked or ran away, they would think he's a spy. I mean, I guess I kinda am... Zane thought, but he just rolled his eyes at the thought and smiled again.
TW: Mentions a drugThe Fox opened the door, never taking his piercing eyes off of Zane. The thumping music grew louder instantly, and he reveled in it, letting it sweep his unimportant thoughts away. The musky scent of fresh weed wafted out the door in eye-watering waves. He took a long drag of his cigar, then dropped it, squishing the flames beneath his shiny shoes. "Welc'm, look 'round yeh ken? Tell them folk up fron' wha' yer gettin'." Then he winked. "Got som' precious stuff out back, yeh ken?" The Fox tapped his masked face. "Don' fuck with us though, eh?" His intentions were clear, the friendly business man dropping away to reveal cold, dead eyes.
Zane nodded quickly. He knew these people weren't the nicest and took their job seriously. He walked up to the front cautiously. "Uh, ello. I'd like some cigarettes. A pack of 100 should do. Don't worry, I've got plenty of money, mate." Zane looked at his watch as he was telling them what he wanted. It was 1 am. He wasn't surprised. But he was a bit suspicious of the Fox being here instead of causing chaos. ((I don't really know what to call the 100 pack lol, its basically a bunch of cigarette packs in one large packaging and the cigarettes count up to 100.))
One of the men had a mean look about him, a permanent scowl on his scarred face. His eyes were dark, almost black, like malevolent coals in his dark face. He pointed to a shelf off to the left, lifting his chin. There was a flurry of shouting and screaming from somewhere past the past wall, followed by two gunshots. The Fox, who was near the entrance still, and watching Zane, stiffened. After a second of hesitation, he barreled to the door leading deeper into the belly of his business. He shouted something in Spanish, his voice a roar, and slammed the door behind him. There was a third bang, then silence besides the booming music, which had been turned down slightly.
Zane raised an eyebrow at the strange noises but ignored them, knowing that if he even tried to ask them about it they'd kill him. He walked over to the shelf on the left and saw what he wanted, grabbing it. He walked back to the front desk and smiled as he placed it on the desk, waiting to see how much it costed.
"Thirty-five, seventy." The voice was deep, and low enough to rattle in your chest. He held his hand out, palm up. His fingertips were blackened, mottled with twisted scars. As though burnt. His lips twisted over the words as if it hurt to speak.Two more bangs rang out, followed by an angry, incoherent cry. Then out came The Fox succeeded by two young men, the whites of their eyes showing, and obvious tension and fear in their faces. Fox himself had smears of blood on his otherwise unblemished clothing, his now bare hands held a gun, chunks of meat splattered against his forearms. He flinched, half raising the gun at Zane, before halting his movements. There was a wild, insatiable look in his wide blue eyes, mask askew on his half-revealed face.
He slammed the mask back down to cover himself, smearing gore onto the shiny porcelain. "You saw nothing." His Irish accent gone, replaced by a dangerous flatness. Then he pocketed the gun, and left, the two other men rushing for brooms and bleach that had been stored on the shelves, before they hurried back. Into the bowels of the building.
"O...kay." Zane gave the man at the front desk the money and smiled at him, but something was off about Zane. It looked as though he wasn't frightened at all by the things that he had heard and witnessed, as though he was used to things like this. "Thank you, sir." Zane nodded at the man and left through the door as though he never witnessed anything.
YEAH!!! //The Fox was sprinting with desperation now, gasping and panting, his gut churning and threatening to empty its contents. The gun was pack in it's concealed-carry holster, which was tucked under in his armpit. He spun around the corner and into an alleyway, tucking himself into his car. It was a black challenger, hidden like a predator sleeping, he locked the doors and flattened himself into the backseat, hands around his throat.
He couldn't breathe. The Fox squeezed his eyes closed, gasping weakly, his diaphragm He was hot and cold at the same time, and ripped off his mask, throwing it into the front seat. Then he relaxed for only a moment, and sucked in a desperate breath. It came out in a silent cry as he writhed, clawing at his arms.
((something is definitely up about the fox lol))As Zane was walking out, he caught a small glimpse of the Fox running away. He looked frightened by something. Zane raised an eyebrow, curious but also worried. Even though The Fox was a villain, he was still part human. He still had a heart like everybody else. Zane contemplated whether or not to confront the Fox. If he did, he would definitely have to put on his costume as to not put himself in danger. Zane decided to go check up on the fox, so he used his super jump to climb on top of a building when he was out of sight of the public eye. He quickly changed into his costume and set out to look for the Fox. He spotted him running into a alleyway where a car was parked. He could just barely see the Fox inside the car, but knew something was definitely up. Onyx set his box of cigs on the roof of the building because he knew if the Fox saw the pack he would know Onyx's true identity. Onyx jumped down behind the car safely and spotted the Fox inside it. He frowned. The Fox looked so scared, and Onyx didn't know what to do.
His writhing stopped, for a moment, and he flipped onto his back. Onyx. Emmett let out a scream, kicking himself backwards, and trying to get out. His hands shook too hard to open the door, so he hit the window, covering his mouth and trying not to sob. Emmett did his best to hide his uncovered face, but he knew now it was too late. Any moment Onyx would come in and crush him, he knew it. It didn't help his thoughtless panic, as he still tried to open the car door, the car was too hot, too hot and his hands were so cold, he thought they were frozen. He couldn't breathe, his chest spasming, his heart was going to explode. Emmett felt sure he was going to die. Any moment now. He squeezed his eyes shut, rolling back in between the seats and writhing. Why couldn't he breathe. Spots danced in his rolling vision, the whites of his eyes showing, his pupils shrank into little points. He faced the floor, mouth open, hot tears ran down his face, burning little tracks into his skin. His thin frame shook like a leaf in the wind.no idea where this is going, tbh 😭😭 so sorry- i have no plan //
((you're fine, just go with the flow if you're having trouble. :) I'm very patient so take your time.))Onyx slowly walked towards the front door, and abruptly stopped as he saw The Fox having what looked to be a panic attack. Onyx, out of instinct, quickly opened the door...and hugged The Fox. "A..are you alright?..." Onyx asked, in a hushed tone. At the moment he didn't feel awkward, as though they were close friends. Onyx looked at Fox, frowning. "It's okay, tell me what's wrong. I will help in whatever way." Onyx looked away as though he were frightened of hurting the Fox, but still refused to let go of him.
((I took advantage of the adorable moment <3))
((also btw Onyx didn't know Fox had his mask off))
thank you-and also muahaha, gay man >:) //
He froze, muscles twitching beneath his skin, but he didn't move. Emmett locked his arms by his sides, clenching his jaw. Seconds to him felt like an eternity, but then his diaphragm relaxed, and he gasped. His lungs filled with the cold night air, like cold water over a burn, and he went flaccid with a shudder. Emmett still couldn't move, he was terrified, his blood burned with adrenaline. He opened and closed his mouth weakly, trying to find words, to tell Onyx off. Then it hit him, like a train. Onyx. Blood rushed to his face, embarrassment overriding his fear, and in the moment, he only wanted comfort.
Without thinking he turned, slowly, and hugged Onyx back, hiding his face in his neck. Emmett couldn't let him see his face, but.. He couldn't help himself. A shuddery breath escaped him. "I- Um, Why?" It was all he could really get out, but he felt his limbs get heavier, and a sense of weight settled over him. But now he was cold. His teeth chattered together audibly, and his fingers were numb.
"Even if you commit crimes, you're still human like everyone else. I might not seem like the type to care about everyone, but deep down I do, because I wasn't cared for." Onyx smiled, not realizing the fact that The Fox's mask was off. Then he finally noticed it. "Y..your mask is off." Onyx didn't look at Fox's face, refusing to see his true identity. "I'll look away, if that's what you want." ((Aww this moment so adorable, Onyx only cares about people's safety even though he can be chaotic at times, he's just frustrated when he's chaotic.))
A choked sob clawed its way out of Emmetts throat, and he grabbed at Onyx firmly. He couldn't help himself. "I'm-" His voice was a hoarse whisper. "I'm not." He wanted to push away, to run somewhere new, where he could leave Onyx's honest words behind. But they rang in his ears, and he couldn't move to extricate himself. He couldn't force the hot wave of tears away, and they rolled down his cheeks. Emmett cried quietly, shuddering. He didn't care that Onyx could see him right now, even if he'd regret it later. After a few moments, he took a deep breath that caught his throat a few times. Then he leaned back, searching Onyx's face, his lower lip trembling dangerously. "Look at me." He whispered, knowing that he'd recognize him from earlier that day. He couldn't think about today. About the young girl. He couldn't think about the cops that had infiltrated his business. Emmett focused solely on Onyx, his sworn enemy, yet his ally during the day. His blue eyes were wet, and his vision blurry, his heart slowing down after his burst of adrenaline. IT IS SO ADORABLE WAHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHHH //
((omg I knowww ausnqixjnsins I'm freaking out they belong together aaaaa))"But.. your mask is off.." Onyx refused to look at Fox's face. He didn't want to make Fox or him regret anything later on. "I couldn't look at you, your identity would be given away." Onyx tried his best to look away from the Fox, his eyes closed tightly shut. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't hesitate any longer, and slowly peeked at The Fox's unmasked face. Recognition flared in Onyx's eyes. "Y...you're..." Onyx was at a loss for words. He couldn't believe this was true. He thought that this must be some strange dream.
"I'm," He gave a small smile at his joke, desperately searching Onyx's face, his blue eyes wide. Emmett gently eased himself away, fingers lingering on his back, and scooting back. He didn't want to be in the way if he got angry. He didn't like angry. His face was hopeful, but nervous, and he tried to keep his heart from sinking. Please... Please don't hate me anymore than you already do. Emmett reached out to touch Onyx, but thought better of it and pulled his hand away.
"I'm.. so confused.. why? How?" Onyx struggled to believe that this was The Fox. "You're not him, you can't be him. That's impossible!" Onyx muttered loudly. He started questioning everything about the Fox. He started questioning himself, even. If he was even a real superhero or just a fake.
"I.. I thought I could be better than my father." Emmett mumbled, rubbing his hand over his face. "Turns out this cop work just lets me be dirty too." He shrugged, as if it didn't matter, but his words hissed through clenched teeth. "Too late now." Emmett turned away from him, a little ashamed. "You can tell who you want, it doesn't matter. It's about time I get away from here, it's been too long." He shifted, reaching for his mask, the tremor in his hands the only tell of his terror.
"No." Onyx said bluntly. "I don't..." He struggled to talk. "I don't... want you to go..." He blushed slightly but looked away, ashamed. "It's a bit funny that a cop can be a villain as well." He laughed a bit and held Emmett close. "Since I know who you are, I'm sure you're curious as to who I am." Onyx smiled. He kept his mask on, waiting for a response.
A flush crept up onto his cheeks, and he slowly, hesitantly let himself relax. "I.. I suppose I do." He reached up, fingers just above Onyx's exposed cheek, almost touching him, ready to pull the mask off. "I've always been so... delightfully curious." There was a teasing undertone to his words as he started to lift it away, brushing his cold fingers against Onyx's face. Emmett held steady, albeit nervous, eye contact, shimmering blue eyes searching Onyx's stormy grey ones. what color are his eyes- //
I actually don't remember, lets just say they're gray.))Onyx smiled. He was a superhero for so long, yet he realized that he might have hurt a few people in the process of saving others. He never wanted to be like his parents, but he was sure that after this moment with Emmett, everything would change. He blushed again, this time slightly more visible. He didn't notice it himself, he didn't realize how attractive Emmett was. He didn't even know Emmett had a thing for him, either..
Emmett studied his face, a small smile on his lips. His fingers brushed over Zane's exposed lips, and he glanced at them, then up and made eye contact again. "I never realized," He murmured, a sighing softly out his nose. "How handsome you really are." Then he leaned forward, closed his eyes, and kissed Onyx.
Zane let Emmett kiss him, feeling overwhelmed but also happy that he found someone. He's never felt so..in love before. In fact, for the longest time, he thought he was aromantic. But now he knows, his one true love was right in front of him all along. "I didn't know I was handsome," He laughed for a bit. "Especially not as handsome as you." Zane whispered, teasing Emmett in a hushed tone. He smiled brightly, feeling happiness for the first time in years. His face flushed red.
Emmett pressed his forehead against Zane's, panting softly. He felt electric, his whole body lit up like a fire. He laughed softly, cupping his jaw and kissing him again. His heart pounded in his ears, like a rushing waterfall, drowning out all noise. Emmett wouldn't have found words even if he tried, not in all the world would he be able to describe how he felt at this moment. As if a helium balloon had replaced his chest, leaving him to float into the sky, but his feet were leaden and kept him grounded, his muscles shivering and his belly warm. Emmett had dreamed of this moment, again and again, he just never thought it would happen like this.
Aww I love how they both found each other finally ))"So..uhm..what now?" Zane smiled at Emmett, raising an eyebrow. "We can't exactly be enemies anymore, can we?" He joked, but he was serious as well. He held Emmett's hands and looked him in the eyes.
