Young Writers Society

He nods and then his scowl deepens at his hair being ruffled. He took pride in his hair, artfully styling it each morning. But when Mark stumbles, his scowl slips away and becomes a frown. He waits for him to realize he's fine and when he doesn't, he pokes his shoulder and says "Hey, you didn't fall. Your leaning on me and your kind of heavy." he grunts and tries to right him by pushing his shoulders.

he opens his eyes and smiles slightly. "Sorry about that," He said his heart pounding slightly as he stopped leaning on him. He continued dancing as a villain burst through the wall of the place. screams echoed around them as they both got thrown into a wall, Mark Laying over Oliver as the villain kept crashing into people and breaking things around the room. he looked up and touched his sword, contemplating what to do.

Atlas frowns and pushes at Mark. "Get off me." he grunts. He didn't like the close proximity, it made him nervous that he would see through his mask. Successfully getting Mark off him, he dashes out of the room, fixing his mask so it covers his entire face again.

Mark lashes out his sword, his mask falling off to reveal his face just after Oliver left. He started fighting the villain, getting cut on the arm slightly. He winced in pain and started fighting again. His cut bled out just ever so slightly.

Atlas runs and runs, his mask hanging around his neck. He had to have gotten out of there before the villains recognized him. He doesn't know why he cared, he just did. He didn't want anyone to know who he really was.

Lucifer defeated the villain and looked around to search for Oliver. He called out his name, trying to make sure he was safe. Amethyst and another guard had arrived then, and they escorted him to his castle to treat his wounds. He thought about Oliver for the rest of the night, wondering if he was safe. Before he went to bed, he saw a scroll of a wanted villain, not knowing it was Oliver, he looked at it and pinned it to his wall with a dagger. "Well, If that guy's a wanted villain, I'll have to turn him in." He said as he crawled into bed, eventually falling asleep.

Atlas pants in his home, a little house on the outskirts of town. He had run all the way there. His mask lies forgotten on the floor along with his blazer jacket. With a sigh, he changes into a tshirt and sits on his bed, not sleeping nor dreaming.

The next morning, Lucifer woke in a cold sweat, the bandages on his arm tight against his skin. He sighed and got out of bed, getting dressed into a lacey see-through black long sleeve shirt with roses on them and a black undershirt underneath. He tied his hair up into a bun and he wore matching black leggings. He slipped his mother's necklace on as he put on his boots and sword and walked out towards the shop, scanning for villians.

Atlas was out and about in his villain uniform. His expression was one of anger, although he wasn't angry. To begin the day, he was going to do one of the most cliche things.
rob a bank

Lucifer heard screams from a nearby bank and started to run toward it. His legs felt like they were going to give out and his chest was heaving, but he kept going anyways, his hand on his sword. He reached the bank and peeked through the window. His eyes widened as he saw a villain robbing the front desk clerk, his back facing the window. Lucifer barged in and pushed him down, protecting the front desk worker. "Stay away," He said, holding his sowrd out in front of him. He realized it was the villain from the wanted poster and he smirked. 'This is my chnce' he thought to himself.

Atlas rolls his eyes and mutters something about heroes, something not very kind too. He bypasses him without a second glance, although with every step it seems like he... disappears. like he's stepping in and out of the folds of air. he strides over to his bag, filled with valuables and expensive jewelry, and picks it up. Lucifer didn't bother him, he was more of a menace.

Lucifer quickly froze down his feet, making him stand in place as he quickly moved with, what looked like ice, to grab the back and throw it back in a safe that was behind the desk. He kept him frozen there as he tapped his necklace, secretly calling for Amethyst. "So, I hear you're a wanted criminal," He started. "You're wasting your life away." He scoffed, waiting for Amethyst.

Atlas sighs. "Please don't talk to me. I'm trying to rob this place and your just being a fly." he disappears for a second but then comes back, picking a ring off the counter but he didn't have the bag. "forgot this." he mumbles.

Lucifer studies him for a second before pinning his body to the wall with ice spikes. His eyes widened slightly when he noticed the tattoo of the snake on his ear. 'why is that so familiar?' he asked himself. Before he could react though, he went up to him. He smirked. "Sometimes you have to have some fun, even if you're the hero." He said. "I'll let you go this time, but if you ever dare to cross my paths again, i won't hesitate to end you." He left the bank using his ice. "You're messing with the wrong guy," A different voice warned. Lucifer knew the voice at once. "You finally arrived," He said as he turned to Amethyst, who was leaning against a brick wall, twirling his tail. He looked to Lucifer, his horns twitching slightly. "He's more powerful than you think." Lucifer scoffed. "Why, you know him or something?" Lucifer asked sarcastically. Before Amethyst could answer, The villain burst through the door, looking at them both.

He drops the ring he was holding and like a teardrop, it fell to the floor and then shattered against the concrete. He gasps as it breaks and kneels down, scooping the pieces into his hand. He couldn't believe Amethyst was here, why was he here? With a shuddering breath, he stands up straight but keeps his eyes to the pieces in his hand.