The Tormentor and his Savior (Hero x Villain) (bxb) (short story) - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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APOLLO CHEVALIER
Alastor wanted to go to the gym today. I insisted on working to find a plan regarding the government so he offered if I could tag along and we could figure it out while he's working out.
I was ready. I was ready to see him sweaty and shirtless and tense and lifting weights and seeing his muscles flex....or so I thought.
He does his 25th push-up easy, groaning in frustration. He sits up momentarily looking around before his eyes land on me. A devilish grin taking over, mischief twinkling in his eyes.
"No....whatever you're about to say, no."
"Apollo?"
"No. No no no."
"Darling?" Well screw you too.
I groaned banging my head against the mirror wall. "That's not fair...what?" I sigh.
"Come sit on my back."
I raise an eyebrow, suspicious as to where this is going to go. "Why...?"
"Just do it, I promise you won't get killed." He teases, laying on his stomach.
I hesitantly listen, sitting crisscrossed as I face the mirror so I can see his face. "What now?"
"How much do you weigh?"
"I-I don't k-kn-know..." I stutter, my cheeks probably red.
"I can tell your lying, the tips of your ears get red."
"110 pounds..."
His jaw practically fell off in shock. His eyes a light with confusion. "You're 6'1?"
"I'm aware..."
"Darling your heavily underweight."
"Underweight?" I always thought it was the opposite.
"Yes, you shouldn't be this light."
"I'm not, I'm heavy."
He raises an eyebrow, my only warning before I feel his body lifting. I quickly grab onto his shoulders before I fall. My eyes wide as I try to catch my balance.
He does 10 easy pushups without breaking a sweat. "What was that again?"
"You're just strong..." I mumble, my eyes focused on his hair as my fingers start braiding a few pieces.
Growing up I had a girl friend group in high school...a lot of them needed to get their hair braided half the time. So they taught me.
"Look at me." His voice held so much authority I wouldn't dare defy him. "The minute we're going home I'm feeding you atleast three plates of food."
I'll throw it up after.
"Okay."
He continues doing his pushups. "So what about the government."
"I think I can get in touch with the sheriff, he's always cheering me on and the fire department always has my back. It's just the mayor I need to convince. She's the one that wants to lock me away..."
"And how are you planing on doing that?"
"I don't know...maybe some of the citizens I saved can testify for me or something."
"Didn't you save the lady from the burning building a few weeks ago?"
"Oh yeah!" I pause as my mind resurfaces a question that makes me stay up at night. "Alastor..?"
"Yes, Darling?"
"Why do you do what you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Villainous stuff...evil stuff."
He pauses his pushups. Laying down before turning around, somehow making us end up with me straddling his torso. "You save innocent people correct?"
"Yes.."
"Well I punish the guilty ones."
"What..? I don't understand-"
"That building had been stocked with cocaine, drugs, and sex traffickers. I made you save the women earlier that week from their other base. Now I needed to punish them for their wrongs."
"You were the anonymous tip?"
"Yes."
"And you're actually a good guy, who has to work on his execution?"
"Well I wouldn't say I need to work on it I believe it works pretty well but ultimately yes."
"I knew you had a good heart." I whisper in victory. Victory that my boyfriend isn't in fact a psychopath...I think.
Alastor wanted to go to the gym today. I insisted on working to find a plan regarding the government so he offered if I could tag along and we could figure it out while he's working out.
I was ready. I was ready to see him sweaty and shirtless and tense and lifting weights and seeing his muscles flex....or so I thought.
He does his 25th push-up easy, groaning in frustration. He sits up momentarily looking around before his eyes land on me. A devilish grin taking over, mischief twinkling in his eyes.
"No....whatever you're about to say, no."
"Apollo?"
"No. No no no."
"Darling?" Well screw you too.
I groaned banging my head against the mirror wall. "That's not fair...what?" I sigh.
"Come sit on my back."
I raise an eyebrow, suspicious as to where this is going to go. "Why...?"
"Just do it, I promise you won't get killed." He teases, laying on his stomach.
I hesitantly listen, sitting crisscrossed as I face the mirror so I can see his face. "What now?"
"How much do you weigh?"
"I-I don't k-kn-know..." I stutter, my cheeks probably red.
"I can tell your lying, the tips of your ears get red."
"110 pounds..."
His jaw practically fell off in shock. His eyes a light with confusion. "You're 6'1?"
"I'm aware..."
"Darling your heavily underweight."
"Underweight?" I always thought it was the opposite.
"Yes, you shouldn't be this light."
"I'm not, I'm heavy."
He raises an eyebrow, my only warning before I feel his body lifting. I quickly grab onto his shoulders before I fall. My eyes wide as I try to catch my balance.
He does 10 easy pushups without breaking a sweat. "What was that again?"
"You're just strong..." I mumble, my eyes focused on his hair as my fingers start braiding a few pieces.
Growing up I had a girl friend group in high school...a lot of them needed to get their hair braided half the time. So they taught me.
"Look at me." His voice held so much authority I wouldn't dare defy him. "The minute we're going home I'm feeding you atleast three plates of food."
I'll throw it up after.
"Okay."
He continues doing his pushups. "So what about the government."
"I think I can get in touch with the sheriff, he's always cheering me on and the fire department always has my back. It's just the mayor I need to convince. She's the one that wants to lock me away..."
"And how are you planing on doing that?"
"I don't know...maybe some of the citizens I saved can testify for me or something."
"Didn't you save the lady from the burning building a few weeks ago?"
"Oh yeah!" I pause as my mind resurfaces a question that makes me stay up at night. "Alastor..?"
"Yes, Darling?"
"Why do you do what you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Villainous stuff...evil stuff."
He pauses his pushups. Laying down before turning around, somehow making us end up with me straddling his torso. "You save innocent people correct?"
"Yes.."
"Well I punish the guilty ones."
"What..? I don't understand-"
"That building had been stocked with cocaine, drugs, and sex traffickers. I made you save the women earlier that week from their other base. Now I needed to punish them for their wrongs."
"You were the anonymous tip?"
"Yes."
"And you're actually a good guy, who has to work on his execution?"
"Well I wouldn't say I need to work on it I believe it works pretty well but ultimately yes."
"I knew you had a good heart." I whisper in victory. Victory that my boyfriend isn't in fact a psychopath...I think.
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