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She was starting to regret becoming a hero.
And she wouldn't have if Milo hadn't begged her..
There was only one reason why she had and that was to protect them.
Roni had the gift of visions and foresight, getting a glimpse into the future through prophecies.
You’d think she knew how to avoid these situations then, but that was the thing…
The thing that made prophecies come true was trying to stop them in the first place.
She'd chosen Prometheus as her hero name, not only because they were a massive nerd, but because his name meant foresight.
And that's what this power was supposed to give her.
Yet, she was running for her life, a villain hot on her heels.
She should've never taken this stupid job, never should've agreed to join this fight.
She couldn't fight!
That was the thing!
She was a sniper at most!
It was all going well until she got a flash of a person creeping up behind her and low and behold, there they were.
Right behind her.
With a rope and a weapon.
So she ran.
Her legs were tiring.
Her heart pounded.
Her end flashed before her eyes.
One, small mistake.
Suddenly, she was tumbling.
Down the stairs, tearing her sleeves at the elbows and her pants at the knees before her head hit the bottom.
She couldn't remember hitting the ground.
It was dark.
The voice in their ear had quieted.
It worried Milo.
Prometheus was supposed to be there, tell them what to do, how to move, what to expect.
Roni was supposed to be safely out of range of the fights.
She'd never go quiet without an explanation.
Unless she was getting prophecies.
They hoped it wasn't prophecies.
It would leave her vulnerable.
“Prometheus?”
Captain kept their voice low, not knowing if Nightfall or anyone else was listening.
With the way the room had darkened, it was plausible.
“Prometheus, are you there?”
They repeated themself, barely keeping the tremor out of their voice.
Something was wrong.
Something was definitely wrong.
Everything was still dark but now it was silent, too.
Roni couldn't hear anything and when she tried to mover her hands she was met with resistence.
She stopped moving when her wrists started burning and stinging.
Even worse, she kept getting flashes of a masked figure, one she knew well.
Every time, it wouldn't end well for her.
Every time, she saw blood.
A sword drawn and slashing.
A rope around her neck.
A knife plunging out her eyes, to blind her.
A hole in her side as her liver was ripped out in a twisted retailing of the myth.
Her breaths came faster as the visions became longer, more gruesome and bloody.
She was going to die.
She knew she was.
The blindfold would fall away.
The news would cover it.
“Hero Prometheus killed tonight. Their identity was revealed to be an 18 year old girl by the name of Roni—”
Her parents.
Her family.
Her friends.
Milo…
They'd all hear and see and—
A noise.
Her hearing sharpened, the hairs on the nape of her neck standing.
Her body tensed as fight or flight kicked in.
“Couldn't forsee this, could you Prometheus?”
“P-Poltergeist?”
She managed to speak though her hands were starting to feel staticky.
It was a common sign for her panic attacks.
Other than complete unresponsiveness and dissociation.
She could feel tears sting her eyes, wetting the blindfold still hiding her identity.
She hoped Milo had noticed by now.
Roni did her best not to show her fear but it was difficult when her body worked against her, when breathing didn't come easy.
“You're shaking like a fox in a snare.”
The villain laughed.
There was a sudden pressure on her chest, pain spreading out from her sternum and back as she fell over.
Poltergeist’s boot connected with her side again, making her draw a sharp, pained breath.
It hurt to breathe.
She couldn't breathe.
Her head pounded and her wrists burned and she was terrified.
If there truly was a god, she hoped they'd take pity on her this once.
Another vision, her body went rigged, a pained whimper tearing from her throat.
She saw the building collapse, the ground give way and both her and Poltergeist would plummet.
The villain had a better chance at survival once it happened.
Roni would get buried by rubble.
“For someone who can see the future, you sure are easy to take down.”
Poltergeist laughed, the sound of metal accompanying it.
Before she realized what was happening, there was a stabbing pain in her side, warmth spreading and soaking her clothes.
Fuck.
He’d stabbed them.
If he took the blade out now, she'd bleed out.
Every little movement of her muscles sent a sharp pain through her body.
Roni was trembling, shaking, feeling sick to her stomach.
“Let’s see what you're hiding underneath that blindfold of yours.”
Not even a second later, she felt pain on her face. Poltergeist's blade had not only severed the blindfold over her eyes but cut right across the left side of her face.
The blood had made her keep her left eye closed, the right staring up at the villain in terror.
Poltergeist seemed frozen, the grip on their dagger tight.
His face was still hidden by their mask, hiding their expression, their feelings.
She felt like prey, staring up at the hunter with the knowledge that this.
This would be their end.
The tears flowed freely now, no longer soaked up by the blindfold, streaking her bloody and dirty face.
Before either could say another word, Poltergeist phased through the floor, leaving the hero alone.
She struggled to stay awake, trying to move.
The wound in her side wouldn't let her and as the adrenaline faded, the exhaustion took hold.
Roni fell in and out of sleep, dimly registering when the ground beneath her crumbled and the building fell in on itself.
The white light was blinding.
Her brain faintly registered another hand holding hers, a gentle warmth and weight on her arm.
She saw the white mop of hair, hand clasping hers.
They'd be okay.