[thought i’d provide some extra musings on what the mini comic entails. this is from Milo’s perspective to bring more context to the comic’s story. i never write in first person so hopefully this is fine LOL.
astrid is the woman in the first panel of the comic. this is not proofread! just for fun!
cw: minor cursing, blood, minor gore, death, suggestive themes in the comic, mc is under hypnosis which compels him to do ..bad things, umm lmk if i missed something
@villainwithacrush was the original inspiration for this comic]
I remember my first time.
Her name was Melissa. She wore huge pearl earrings, a nice silk blouse, and had an impossible amount of hair. It had no doubt taken her a while to get ready.
She brought me a dozen red roses with a hand-written card: To my Sun-Ray. Around her neck was a sun pendant necklace. One of those fan-made necklaces that were higher quality than the official merchandise. She clearly wore it everyday, fiddling with it out of habit.
I’d never actually been on a real date before. Never had the time. Though this wasn’t really a real date.
Melissa, like many others, was just a fan. A follower. Someone who thought they knew me, watched me on tv, made edits of me. A completely parasocial romance.
She could barely keep eye contact, stumbling over her words. Whether for courage or if she was just an alcoholic, she was already wine-drunk when she arrived to dinner.
Astrid picked the restaurant. She picked the time. She picked Melissa. But most importantly, she picked me.
So even as Melissa twirled her hair and bit her lip, all I could think about was how happy Astrid would be once I killed this girl.
“Just stand still for me, Melissa.”
”Of course, Mr. Sun-Ray … what are you gonna do to me?”
Melissa giggled, clutching the paper-wrapped roses to her chest. She gazed up at Milo through her lashes, licking her lips.
Energy crackled between my fingers, pulling the light and electricity from the nearby streetlight.
Though I thought it’d be obvious to not follow a man you just met into an alleyway at night, Melissa had happily obliged.
To muffle the blast, I shoved my hands against her. The pulse of energy sending searing hot pain directly into her abdomen. I felt the heat of the concentrated light cutting through her silk blouse, then her skin, then her muscle. The light faded and was replaced by the warmth of her blood instead, gushing into my flattened palms.
I felt her tattered muscles rippling as she recoiled and tensed with the shock of it. Her eyes met mine, wide with panic.
My heart palpitated. A sudden visceral stab through my chest at the look of horror in her eyes.
Melissa opened her mouth. Perhaps to scream, shout for help, maybe even try and catch her breath. Nothing came out.
I let her body fall with a wet thud to the alleyway asphalt. The roses crushed from her tight grip. Her nice silk blouse greedily soaking her blood.
Looking down, I hadn’t done a very good job at covering the blast. I tried to wipe the viscera off my face and chest, only smearing more blood onto myself.
I gasped for air, none seeming to enter my lungs. I felt my ribs turning to ice, refusing to flex and let me breath. My feet too, seemed iced to the ground.
I remained fixed in place. Only my quivering, blood-stained hands and the lifeless body of Melissa were in focus. My first ever date.
What the fuck was I doing? Heroes weren’t supposed to interact with fans, much less go on a date with one.
I’d fucking spent all night flattering this girl who wore unofficial merchandise of my own symbol. Not even trying to hide my identity because Astrid told me to wear my suit.
The blood was beginning to clot and soak through my suit. Tears welling in my eyes, beginning to sting.
I should’ve prevented an alleyway murder. Not committed one. Why did I do this? Why the fuck would I do this?
And then I heard her voice in my head. She wasn’t here but I could feel her voice, her presence all around me.
Instead of shaking like a pathetic and discarded leaf in some random alley, she’d tell me to lick myself clean. She’d tell me to lick the blood from my hands. She’d wipe the tears from my eyes and gently kiss my forehead.
I could see Astrid smiling down at me. She hadn’t used me. I’d just been useful.
I gathered Melissa’s body in my arms. Her guts were beginning to slip through the open wound in her gut. There was so much more blood in there than I thought.
Like a cat bringing home a dead bird, I’d happily present my prey.
If she’d just smile at me once more, then I’d kill as many people as she liked.
[the comic itself has some of Milo’s internal dialogue. throughout his story, he begins to crave the mind control that astrid puts him under. especially as he commits more crimes, it becomes not just about escaping his responsibilities as a hero but to really bring him peace.
also like, i’d let a hot woman manipulate me. let’s be so real here.
if you read all this, i hope you enjoyed and thank you!]
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