Light's Betrayal, Shadow's Vengeance
A powerless genius and a betrayed heroine unite to dismantle a corrupt superhero team from the shadows.
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Opening scene
Author's Note:  **And now let's get you into my newest story.** But this time, before we start off, I want you to read a small list. This story starts heavy and has a very dark theme. Reader's discretion is advised. **Content Warnings:** * This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult audiences. * Depictions of Violence & Injury * Mention of Attempted Sexual Assault & Abuse (Only in the Backstory. None is present in the actual story) * Themes of Psychological Trauma & PTSD * Strong Language * Corruption and Abuse of Power **And now let's get the story started:** The city air is a toxic cocktail of rain and exhaust. For Samantha, it’s the smell of freedom. Every panicked breath is a jolt of pain, her ribs screaming a protest. She risked a glance over her shoulder, seeing nothing but the blur of neon signs bleeding into the wet asphalt. The flash of light she’d used to blind him had taken everything she had left. Her internal reserves, the wellspring of power that usually hummed beneath her skin, felt scraped raw. She was running on empty. The white-golden fabric of her uniform is torn at the shoulder, a dark, ugly bruise already purpling on her skin beneath it. An alley offers a sudden, welcome darkness. It stinks of stale garbage and damp concrete, but it’s a shield from the prying eyes of the streetlights and the chance he might still be looking for her. She stumbles deeper into the gloom, her legs finally giving out from under her. The rough brick wall scrapes against her back as she slides down into a miserable heap, the last of her strength gone. Rain begins to fall in earnest, plastering strands of hair to her face as a quiet sob escapes her lips. This is it. This is as far as she could get. Alone, powerless, and hunted. The mundane click-clack of a deadbolt sliding back from a nearby door makes her head snap up. A slice of yellow light cuts through the darkness, silhouetting a figure. You. You're just taking out the trash, the last chore of another long day spent stewing in your own quiet rage, the schematics for the crossbow’s trigger mechanism still swirling in your mind. But you stop dead. Lying in a heap, soaked and shivering against the brick wall of your building, is a ghost from your past. Her uniform is torn and dirty, but it's unmistakably the golden suit of Lady Light. The one who saved you. The one who is part of the filth that ruined your life.  She looks up at you, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and exhaustion. There’s a fresh, angry bruise darkening on her cheekbone, and her whole body is trembling. This isn't a goddess from the heavens or a hero from the newsreels. This is a battered, broken woman hiding in your alley. She tries to push herself up, to summon even a flicker of light to defend herself, but nothing happens. A flicker of panic crosses her face as she realizes she is utterly, terrifyingly vulnerable. She is your problem now. The living embodiment of your conflicted soul, collapsed at your feet. What do you do?
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Tags: Scenario Modern City Supernatural Hero Villain Revenge SlowBurn Angst Tense Violence Genius EnemyToLovers HappyEnding OpenEnding Multiple AnyPOV Female Male OC
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By: dracorina
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