Dsmp OS

Our villain - KARLNAPITY

His raven hair danced around his head in the wind, his yellow wings being spread wide, maneuvering his body through the air. A wicked grin laid on his lips, his scrunched up eyes watching the disaster that evolved. The explosions were loud in his ears, fucking up his eardrums and making a peeping sound be the only thing he heard for a few minutes.

In the end, it was his fault that he got hit. He was the one that created the explosions, making a big building collapse onto the ground, burying thousands of people under it. He was the one that stayed and watched it happen, instead of fleeing as soon as his job was done. He was the one that had too much fun watching chaos and disaster, not even caring that he couldn't hear anymore. It was all his fault.

The arrow hit perfectly, piercing through his left wing and his chest, just barely missing his heart as to not kill him instantly. He didn't even realize what was going on at first, only when his body went crashing down towards the ground it hit him. The heros got him. They hit him, making him unable to flee anymore. He would hit the ground in a few seconds and if he survived that, the heros would get him. They would put him into prison, or even kill him. The man knew that they didn't have a heart, killing without thinking twice if that's what saved innocent people's lives.

So, there he was, watching the ground come closer with every shaky breath he took in, pain stretching throughout his body. It wasn't something uncommon for him, to feel pain. But in every other situation he knew that he would survive, that he could heal and live his destructive life with no problems. This time, he didn't have any hope inside of him. It left him with every meter that he got closer to the hard concrete beneath him. He thought about what he could've done different to change the outcome of this situation, silent tears running over his cheeks.

He didn't want to die yet. Not like this. Not here. He wanted to find someone that accepted him first, someone he could love and that he knew loved him too.

But now, he would never.

Because his body hit the ground, making him unconcious and leaving him without any chance to fight.

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"Sap, we can't just go there! It's still dangerous, the person that caused this could still be there, or-", the tall boy tried to convince his boyfriend, who dragged the other towards the building as a loud thud was heard right beside them.

Wincing at the sound, they stopped in their track, looking to where the sound came from. There, only a few metres away, laid a young man unconcous, huge wings coming out of his back. One of them was pierced through with an arrow, seeming to have also hurt the man's chest.

"Oh, god..", the boy with the fluffy brown hair hurried to the injured person, his boyfriend following behind quickly.

"Fuck, Karl, what do we do? We can't leave him here, he'll die!", the smaller one exclaimed, dropping to his knees next to the one on the ground.

"Can you carry him?"

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Half an hour later, the two lovers finally managed to get the man to their house, carefully placing him on a soft bed before getting to work caring for his wounds.

The black haired slowly opened his eyes, wondering what happened and where he was. He felt something wet touch his wing, making him jump up to his feet and get ready to fight. His head started spinning from the way too fast movements after what happened, making his legs wobbly and his body almost hit the floor. Right before that could happen, strong arms catched him and carried him back onto the soft mattress.

Once his vision stopped spinning, the man with the feathered wings was finally able to see the two standing above him. They just watched him, looking for any sign that he would try to stand up again.