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[just-a-fander]

What you don't see | fear

This is the second chapter. I'm writing this with @ghost-guard-13 the book version is on wattpad

Wc: 1678

Cw: smoking, fighting

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6 am, Monday

Virgils pov

The suns rays disturbed my fitful sleep, earning a groan at the realization that I had never really left. I'm still here, I thought, in hell.

Sighing miserably, I slowly sat up, looking at the wings that weighed me down like the onslaught of responsibilities I held. I knew I had to put them on. They sat there, across the room on a stool, it felt like they were mocking me, saying I'm free but always keeping me in place.

I finally stood, striding to the bathroom connected to my room, glancing at the calendar hung on my wall and allowing a small smile to shine through. It was Monday, meaning I got to eat breakfast.

Under it said meeting, in bold letters. Great, another useless meeting about some stupid thing, I thought. Maybe it would be exciting this time, or as exciting as it could get.

I leaned down and turned the handle, cold water pouring down from the faucet. I cupped my hands under the water and felt it pool in my hands, I then brought my hands up and splashed my face to help wake me up. I then started to brush my teeth after I went out and got the wings, I took off my sleep shirt and threw it on the bed, its not like it mattered if the bed was a mess, it fit the rest of my life.

I picked up the wings and walked over to the angled mirrors, grabbing the screw driver. I carefully turned, watching the mirrors as I screwed the built in screws in the little holes of the over-sized door hinges that held them. Immediately I felt the 20 pounds of that wing alone hold me down, then the other. They pulled my shoulders down, forcing me to have good posture.

I sighed and looked at the time

6:20

I then walked over to the dresser and opened it, looking for the one shirt that was made to fit me with my wings.

No one pov

After Virgil put on his shirt as well as his belt.

He walked over to his bedside table and picked up his ring, it had a black band and a purple gem. He slipped it on and turned to walk out, glancing at the clock.

6:24

He left his room and walked to the meeting room. He reached for the door nob, hesitating before finally opening it, walking in. Everyone was already in their seats. Nameless faces as far as he was concerned. He walked over and sat down, feeling the weight of his wings on his back, his shoulders where pulled down, he know it should hurt but he wasn't able to feel it, he couldn't feel really any pain other then on his back even then he hardly allowed anyone the chance to be behind him.

He looked ahead, his father finally speaking, "your late, as usual."

Virgil kept eye contact, looking down would be a sign of weakness, he couldn't show weakness. As much as it made him uncomfortable, he had keep eye contact, he nodded. "My apologizes, my wings are quite heavy, its hard to put them on."

His father dismissed him and started talking, Virgil didn't really pay attention to most of it, until he heard his name. "Virgil, you will be tasked with capturing Phoenix. I assume you will have no trouble with doing that, correct?"

Virgil nodded "of course not."

"Good, you may go get ready"

Virgil nodded, standing and walking out, heading for the kitchen, there wasn't much to eat, he made some toast and ate it as he began to plan. Of course he wouldn't be the one going after him at first, he had to find Phoenix's limit. He couldn't go after Piper, one of the two other hero's that were usually seen with him, the last time someone went after Piper and hurt him the rest of the hero's went after them. Piper did seem to be the one that everyone protected.

It would be stupid to appear randomly and go after him, Virgil himself hardly ever appeared, it would suspicious. He decided on sending a lesser villain out to do what he wanted. They usually rushed for the chance to get noticed by him or his father, everyone wanted to be on their good side.

He decided on Blade (amateur name, minor villains name themselves). He picked up the phone and called him. "Hello Blade~ your going to do something for me"

9:00

Just as Virgil was getting bored watching this child play with his butter knives, his target finally appeard. "Hola villano, who might you be? I was kinda in the middle of something."

So he has a life.

Virgil watched as the lesser villain, in that tacky ninja mask, announced himself (honesty making a fool of himself) "they call me Blade"

Virgil tried not to cringe. "Thats a bit on the nose, don't you think?" Phoenix stated, for once he had to agree. Virgil watched closely, taking notes.

He was quite high up, watching from a fire escape. He left his wings at the base so it'd be easier to wear his black jacket. As much as he hated wearing black on hot days, it made it easier to hide in the shadows and watch.

"Like yours is any better, Phoenix."

"Well at least I'm creative! Blade."

Virgil rolled his eyes, they sounded like children bickering.

"Now now, what do I always say about name calling." An unfortunately familiar voice said, Piper. He groaned, the one person he didn't want to be here, great.

"Piper, nice of you to join the party!" Phoenix said excitedly.

He grabbed the phone at his side, quietly walking away. Blade was going to need back up. The metal creaking slightly. He slipped inside of the building seconds after. Hearing Pipers voice "well I couldn't leave you alone now, could I?"

Virgil came back only a few minutes later hearing one of the other villains voices, "I had a feeling you were going to need back up." Frost said, Virgil slightly smirked.

He saw that Blade was already loosing, honestly, what he expect?

Virgil sat back down, watching the fight from afar, taking notes.

Frost jumped down from staue of some forgotten person, landing gracefully on the ground.

"Well if it isn't Frosty the snow man." Phoenix teased.

Frost raised a brow, "you seem to forgetting that I've won the last few times we've met up, sparky."

"I beg to differ."

"Then go on, beg." Frost smirked. Virgil sighed, of course Frost had to risk his life just for some action. No wonder why he was single.

"This reunion is nice and all, but unfortunately we have places to be, so let's wrap this up." Piper said, Virgil raised a brow.

Phoenix smirked at him, "I'd hate for you to melt."

"Aww how considerate of you~"

Virgil groaned, were they seriously going to flirt the whole time?

Piper unclipped his pan flute. Blade shouted and attacked Phoenix from behind, Frost sighed. Ice appearing, separating Blade from the heros. "I don't have time to babysit you, I have a job to do." Frost stated. Virgil was silently grateful for him being work focused though, he would never admit it.

"That makes two of us."

Ice inclosed the two, Virgil sighed. He supposed he would only get to see the end. On the inside of the circle Frost stared at Phoenix, "I'm here for you."

Virgil heard the sweet and almost calming song of Pipers pan flute.

Phoenix punched the ice wall, only going half way through, cracks spreading. Phoenix tried again. Frost spoke up, "I know you too well, sparky. I can't afford to get distracted by your friend." The spot the was originally damaged repeared itself.

"I think you've forgotten just how much we've faced each other snowflake." Phoenix replied.

"And everytime you give me a reputation with the boss, and get new access to things I didn't have before." Frost said calmly.

Phoenix placed his foot down, flames erupting against the ice wall. Frost glared at him, not wasting any time as he started to climb. He shot ice near Phoenix, hoping to get him off balance and make him fall. He wasn't allowed to kill him after all.

Frost watched as Phoenix climbed over the wall, dropping to the ground. Frost made an archway for himself as he walked over, "you're making this harder then it has to be Sparky."

"Can you mix it up a little? Sparkys getting old, popsicle." Phoenix replied. Virgil watched, slightly smiling, so he wants something new?

"Oh don't worry, Sparky, we're just getting started." Frost smiled at him.

"Thats what you said the last tem times, helado!"

Virgil spoke into the earpiece, "I've got enough for now, you can back out."

Frost laughed, backing up. "Leaving so soon?"

"Oh Sparky, this is nothing like the past. Its a shame this may be last fight for us though."

Virgil watched as Frost backed up, a mini blizzard appearing around him, as he slipped away. "Come back you coward!" Phoenix yelled.. Virgil quietly got down, meeting Frost.

"You did good, better the new boy." Despite being smaller then him, Frost still feared the man.

Frost nodded, "thank you, its always a pleasure working for you."

Virgil smirked, "the pleasure is mine."

He turned and walked away, finding the scene, slipping into the crowd. He watched Piper and Phoenix arrest Blade, he didn't care. Blade had proved himself useless.

Finally he watched as Phoenix made his grand exit. Flames erupting around him. Virgil managed to get near where Phoenix last was, trying to find him.

He walked over to the alleyway, looking down it. He saw nothing but crates, still he decided to stay near it, just incase.

He leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette. Breathing in the smoke. He knew it was unhealthy, he just didn't care, he lost everything already, so why should he?

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[just-a-fander]

What you don't see |Prolog

So, this is going to be a story that I write with @ghost-guard-13 and this is my side of the story, I'm not sure if they will post their side of the story on tumbler however, they will be posting it on wattpad along with mine, their part will be called "What you do see"

Cw: expiraments, mentions of past death. Let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 664

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He tried to remember what happened, the world around him seemed too bright and too loud. In the back of his mind he knew he should be in pain, he should be hurting, he should be able feel the needle in his arm but he couldn't, he could only feel the pain in his back and the strange feeling of something hard there. That couldn't be right, they should have only gotten the bullet out of his chest, they shouldn't have touched his back.

He couldn't feel where the bullet was. That couldn't be right, there's no way they have medicine that strong, and even if they did they wouldn't have given it to him. 'Somethings wrong' he thought, how was this possible?

His tired mind attempted to find an answer but he couldn't. He turned his head, looking out a near window, it seemed to be still be night, the moonlight peeked through the window. He carefully lifted his arm, he had two IV's. He looked beside him to see that he was hooked up to multiple monitors. The sound of his heart monitor filled his ears.

He carefully sat up. His back hurt, a lot. It didn't feel right, something had happened when he was put under, something he wasn't told would happen. A man walked in (of course it was a man, no woman was allowed to wonder around), he wore a white coat, he had brown hair, strainds of gray weaved through with all the years of stress that comes along with being here. He held a clipboard. The man looked up and saw that he was awake. "Ah, glad to see your finally awake." He wrote something down.

Virgil narrowed his eyes, "what did you do to me?" He demanded, letting his power seep into his words. He saw the man gulp. Good.

The man cleared his throat, "your father allowed me to do two experimental surgerys on you-"

Virgils blood began to boil. "He what?"

The man only shrugged, "he told me to cut off the pain receptors for certain parts of your body. Most of your body has been affected, however your back has reminded untouched. Other then the implants."

Virgils blood ran cold. He had been put through not only had he been experimented on once but twice without his knowledge. "What implants?" He wasn't sure he wanted the answer.

"There has been metal drilled into your shoulder bones, a small part of the implants is sticking out as well as sensors. There has been blue prints for wings that will attach to them when the wings are done. You will no longer feel pain, heat, or cold. You will have to have routine check up's for the implants to make sure that they don't get too rusty." The doctor explained, writing the entire time as if this was nothing, like it was normal.

Virgil stared at him, he couldn't feel pain. He couldn't feel anything.

The devil himself walked in, seeing Virgil and smirking. "Hello son" I am not your son Virgil bit back the response. "After your last stunt, I figured that this would help you. You had gotten so weak mentally, it needed to balanced by something, so I let them do a few experiments that could help us get better fighters in the future."

Virgil wanted to jump across the room and strangle him, how had he made him weaker? If anything he made him stronger, he had given him a reason to fight, which was more then what Alex could do. Virgil had to stop himself from saying that. If he had been willing to put Virgil through experimental surgerys that could have done who knows what to him, who knew what his 'father' was willing to do to him.

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Word count: 664

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[ghostofaracoon]

This is from my old account which I will no longer be using!

What you don't see |Prolog

So, this is going to be a story that I write with @ghost-guard-13 and this is my side of the story, I'm not sure if they will post their side of the story on tumbler however, they will be posting it on wattpad along with mine, their part will be called "What you do see"

Cw: expiraments, mentions of past death. Let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 664

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He tried to remember what happened, the world around him seemed too bright and too loud. In the back of his mind he knew he should be in pain, he should be hurting, he should be able feel the needle in his arm but he couldn't, he could only feel the pain in his back and the strange feeling of something hard there. That couldn't be right, they should have only gotten the bullet out of his chest, they shouldn't have touched his back.

He couldn't feel where the bullet was. That couldn't be right, there's no way they have medicine that strong, and even if they did they wouldn't have given it to him. 'Somethings wrong' he thought, how was this possible?

His tired mind attempted to find an answer but he couldn't. He turned his head, looking out a near window, it seemed to be still be night, the moonlight peeked through the window. He carefully lifted his arm, he had two IV's. He looked beside him to see that he was hooked up to multiple monitors. The sound of his heart monitor filled his ears.

He carefully sat up. His back hurt, a lot. It didn't feel right, something had happened when he was put under, something he wasn't told would happen. A man walked in (of course it was a man, no woman was allowed to wonder around), he wore a white coat, he had brown hair, strainds of gray weaved through with all the years of stress that comes along with being here. He held a clipboard. The man looked up and saw that he was awake. "Ah, glad to see your finally awake." He wrote something down.

Virgil narrowed his eyes, "what did you do to me?" He demanded, letting his power seep into his words. He saw the man gulp. Good.

The man cleared his throat, "your father allowed me to do two experimental surgerys on you-"

Virgils blood began to boil. "He what?"

The man only shrugged, "he told me to cut off the pain receptors for certain parts of your body. Most of your body has been affected, however your back has reminded untouched. Other then the implants."

Virgils blood ran cold. He had been put through not only had he been experimented on once but twice without his knowledge. "What implants?" He wasn't sure he wanted the answer.

"There has been metal drilled into your shoulder bones, a small part of the implants is sticking out as well as sensors. There has been blue prints for wings that will attach to them when the wings are done. You will no longer feel pain, heat, or cold. You will have to have routine check up's for the implants to make sure that they don't get too rusty." The doctor explained, writing the entire time as if this was nothing, like it was normal.

Virgil stared at him, he couldn't feel pain. He couldn't feel anything.

The devil himself walked in, seeing Virgil and smirking. "Hello son" I am not your son Virgil bit back the response. "After your last stunt, I figured that this would help you. You had gotten so weak mentally, it needed to balanced by something, so I let them do a few experiments that could help us get better fighters in the future."

Virgil wanted to jump across the room and strangle him, how had he made him weaker? If anything he made him stronger, he had given him a reason to fight, which was more then what Alex could do. Virgil had to stop himself from saying that. If he had been willing to put Virgil through experimental surgerys that could have done who knows what to him, who knew what his 'father' was willing to do to him.

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Word count: 664

Please let me know if you like this