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I knelt beside the wounded guy. My hand glowed in a pale green shade like a reminder from the past, a past I'm trying to forget. I flicked my wrist forcing the faint light to disappear completely and left me staring at my pale and scared hands. I'm not that little anymore. I'm the bad guy. The villain. I shouldn't care about people . I shouldn't heal. I'm the destroyer . But somehow I can't stop caring. I might take lives but I don't want people to suffer. That's the sole reason I use poisons. They will be gone before they notice. Painlessly.

But this guy before me - the so called Hero who's gonna save the world from me - is clearly in pain. There's a lot of blood on his clothes. I know I haven't done it. It's simply not my style. I only prick and poison.

Its no one I know.They all know he's my prey.I sighed. Why the hell am I worried about this random dude who's sworn to take my life. Maybe it's that little healer girl inside me. She's not gone yet. And it doesn't look like she would anytime soon .

I can't make myself to leave him here where there's no hope for him to survive the night. Maybe I should just leave him here? I'm a villain afterall. Just another death to add to the others.I took a few steps away from him and stopped.

"curse my patron, I can't do this"

I tore away his cape, childish. Why should someone wear something that serves no purpose? Why does almost every hero think that wearing a long cape is cool? And masks. At least they serve a purpose .I wonder how he looks behind that. Out of pure curiosity I took of his mask.

His hair is silvery and quite lustrous. His skin is very pale from blood loss. Younger than I thought but still looks older than me. But he can't really be considering I look like a teen while I've been alive for almost a few centuries He reminds me of someone but who? Doesn't matter.I forced myself to gather the healing force.

My hand glowed faintly but this isn't enough. It can barely heal a few cuts.Thats not what I'm dealing with. He's lost almost 50% of his blood. The unorthodox non magical way isn't enough. I thought of the days when I could heal hundreds. Forget about it .

It's not something I would have done before . (It's way beneath me ) But I'm doing it. I ripped his cape into strips and used them as temporary bandages while using my healing force into the bandages. Thank Asclepius, I can still do everything properly .

I lifted him onto my shoulder.I'll probably look like a joke,carrying my mortal enemy to my home.Thankfully no one will speak up for the fear of losing their lives.I used a portal and teleported the two of us to the living room.

Kyle was chilling on the bean bag.He looked at me in question. I glowered.

"whoa gal.Isn't that.."

"yeah"

"But.. "

"none of your business"

"But wouldn't he.. "

"Are you doubting my ability?"

"no no no. I'm just waiting to wake up from this dream "

I took a deep breath. He lowered his head

"sorry "

"whatever, don't poke around my life " "yes"

I found my way into the attic. Thankfully Kyle is the only one who asked. No surprise there. He's always been that way. Really nosy.

I laid him on the couch and took off the bandages as well as the top half of his suit.Good thing I always stock up on my potions. I shuffled through them and found the perfect one. He cried out as I poured it over his wounds. Weak."the strong must protect the weak." that's what my patron told me.

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