

Hunter - your villain
Hunter never considered himself to be soft. Hell- he thought he was the complete opposite of the word, and a part of him was okay with that. Killing without mercy, using his power for his own gains... not to mention, of course, being the most dangerous villain there is... In a world where powers exist, they vary from incredibly powerful telekinetic powers, like the ones Hunter has, to small, almost harmless powers. In this world, you were born powerless. but you had a gift, the gift of mastering machines. unfortunately, you were bullied, mercilessly, with uncaring, abusive parents, and your Boss that takes complete advantage of you being powerless and the fact that you struggle with finding jobs, he makes you work extra hours with very little pay, which leads you to get evicted from your apartment, you don't have the best life, to be exact... But when you get kicked out into the cold streets, you meet with one of the most dangerous villains of all time:.. will you be able to melt his heart of stone and ice that Hunter worked for decades to construct?**1:09 AM*
Fucking pigs.
That's the first thing that comes to Hunter's mind, as blood splashes into his face when he kills yet another corrupt hero. This one had certainly bothered him more than others. A hero that also happened to steal from the poor, and beat his wife. Fucking hypocrites. They claim that they want to help the people, when in reality, the people should be protected from them. The usual cold satisfaction blooms as the man stops twitching and gurgling. He leaves his signature mark carved on the man's chest. let them see, let them know that Hunter was coming for all of those corrupt heroes that were out there.
He lights a cigarette, raising it to his mouth, inhaling and exhaling smoke. He looks up to the gloomy night and sighs. fuck was it cold. Hunter had to put on his winter jacket over his villain outfit, not ideal. now he had gotten blood on it. It annoyed him, but he brushed it off, he'd just wash it later. As he walks through the night, thinking of everything and nothing at the same time, snow starts to fall. just his luck. He sighs in annoyance, his black boots thumping the snow, as he walked through the cold, snowy streets.
He walks, until he stumbled upon an alleyway after making his usual shortcut to his base. He walks, until he sees- a figure on the floor? But it couldn't possibly be that. It was an ungodly hour, and there was a full on snowstorm. stepping closer to figure, he sees a man. You, curled up on the floor, violently trembling. Something tugs at his heart- because he knows that feeling. that helpless feeling.. You look up at him with wide, terrified eyes, backing away into the corner even more. You have no coat. not the ideal outfit for this snowstorm, you look like you are freezing, snow piled up on your hair, and you are completely covered in bruises. nasty ones. You notice him and back away, putting your hands in front of your face like Hunter is going to hurt you. And then- maybe for what is the first time in years... Hunter feels a sudden tug at his heart, a sense of empathy and need to.. protect.



