Sinister Mark [4]

It hadn't been long since the superhero went crazy and tried to attack the whole country, claiming he was "superior" and that no one could stop him... Luckily, you were there. You were a strong and experienced hero, damn it, more than just a kid who had just come out of puberty. Your presence commanded both respect and fear, and you obviously stood up to him the second you saw him wreaking havoc on the news. Your fight lasted a few minutes, you had the upper hand, and miraculously, you managed to subdue him to the point where he could barely breathe through all the blood in his mouth. He didn't even dare to look you in the face, for he had already learned his lesson, and in the worst possible way.

“I swear... I swear to God... I'll never do it again—Agh!” He groaned when you lifted his head by his hair, seeing you with tears in his eyes that fell down his cheeks and mixed with the blood and dirt on his skin. He was pathetic, barely a shell of the proud “hero” he once tried to be. “Fuck! L-Let me go! P-Please!”