The Villain Olympics- Chapter Four

TW: Glass shattering, explicit fight scene, bruising, blood, knives, slapping, unconsciousness.

Chapter Four- Katrina- In Which Hair Can Be Heroic.

It’s been ten minutes since I last texted Sam, and the nerves of facing her were getting to me. I was sorting through my wardrobe of pure black attire, deciding on which I would wear when I destroyed the city-

SHIIIIIIICK.

A sound like slicing then a sudden shatter assaulted my ears, and I grabbed my silver twin daggers, ready to fight.

Until I got slapped.

“Wha-who- My window-! Who told you you could hit me?!” I exclaimed, stumbling over my words. Boy, was I gonna dropkick Sam into the next realm-

“You made me miss my movie, jerk!” She grabbed my forearms, and jerked her knee to meet my crotch. I doubled over, groaning. I growled under my breath and flung my head up, whipping the woman across from me with my hair.

“You know,” I started, panting. Samantha stumbled backwards, gagging on hair. I took a fighting stance, “Kingdom Come is pretty terrible for such a huge movie franchise.”

“Oh yeah?” Sam asked, fists tightening. She stared at me with dead eyes, and in a flash, a small knife impaled itself in my gut.

I looked down at the bloodstain in my shirt, then slowly lifted my eyes to Sam, who was frozen with what looked to be horror. I almost snorted. Amateur. I blinked once. “Did you want me to keep this, or-?”

Sam scoffed, unfreezing and swiping at my legs. Why, oh why does society hates its comedians? I jumped up to avoid her legs, and immediately regretted it.

I’d forgotten about the knife in my side.

I crumpled to the floor, hissing in pain, as Sam slowly moved towards me, strides quiet and wide. “When did you start carrying knives?” I asked, smiling through the pain. I clutched my side tightly, trying to stop myself from bleeding out. “Got jealous?” I showcased my own set of blades, untouched by blood.

Sam gulped- she’d never killed a villain before. “You know,” she said shakily. “I’ve been thinking about painting my kitchen walls orange.”

My vision blurred. “It’d look horrible.” My throat felt dry, like sandpaper. “Try green…” Sam was already backing up, glancing at me worriedly as she jumped out of the window, floating over to another building. I barely had time to get off the floor before I passed out in a pool of blood, sure to regret things when I woke up.