Cracked windows part 6

Power

(Shadowy Venomous’ perspective)

Lakewood Plaza Turbo has finally been destroyed. So has most of the Neutral Zone. My son T.K.O. and I are really going all out, and honestly, we’re just getting started.

I can’t believe that all it took was processing that inner rage within my son and he’s more powerful than any villian I’ve yet to meet. He’s a level negative ninety nine, an impressive feat.

And I am here, staying in this raggedy little crap heap, formally known as Voxmore, technically Boxmore. I know Professor Venomous and I technically have an arrangement and everything. He wanted to be stronger and better for…

His family? All of Boxman’s kids and Fink and K.O.?

This stupid villain guy… Boxman? A level negative ten petty villian who mainly likes to attack the bodega and plaza with his bots.

I admit there’s a certain homey charm to this ludicrous set up. As though Professor Venomous had been a thrill chaser and went after this man to get his passion for life and villainy back. I get it. It makes sense.

Boxman is a very high energy, manic, insanely intense villian. But, he isn’t a super villian. He is a petty villian who ultimately isn’t interested in power.

But I am. I only need and desire power. What it can do for me and what that power can make for me.

I feel Professor Venomous try to come up at times when Fink is near and I toss it away. I don’t let him baby her anymore. He wants to be her father, and I push his paternal instinct down, and only growl out a loud, indifferent attitude to her now. She avoids me.

Same thing with Boxman.

He used to try and get all cuddly with me, holding my hand and even get romantic. I yelled at him to stop being sappy, so much so, that even his kids have stopped calling me step-father.

Power is all we need. Everything else is useless. Everything else is redundant and throw away. Even people.

Three days before Boxman broke up with Professor Venomous, he tried to talk to me. It was pathetic. It was one last ditch effort. It was…

“PV, please!” Boxman cried, tears streaming down his face. He saw me walking down a torn up hallway, near where the factory used to be and ran over, out of breath. “Pl-Please talk to me.. God, I can’t stand it.”

I felt Professor Venomous bubbling over and tumbling out of my mouth. It hit me, and my heart was hurting and pounding so hard.

“Boxy?”

Boxman let out a strangled cry, “Ye.. yeah? Baby? You there? Is… is it you? PV?”

I suddenly felt the shorter man grip onto me so tight. He was extremely strong, and I let my body go slack.

“What… the hell do you want?” I said, growling. I felt a strong guttural pain hit my insides, and a resonating cry from Professor Venomous from inside our mind as he heard my hateful words to his lover.

Boxman slowly moved out of the one sided embrace.

His eyes were red and wide, and his body looked scrunched together, stressed out and tired. His teal blue hair is wildly out of place and his lab coat is wrinkled and dirty.

“PV… I need to talk to you.. please?”

“Why? I finally destroyed the bodega. It’s all you ever wanted. Right?” I ask in a bored tone. It hurts Boxman, I can tell by the expression on his face. I smile at a toppling wall nearby and stick my tongue out in a lazy way.

“Well… yes… I did want to destroy the plaza. Just not this way. It’s… you are.. everything about this is too much…” Boxman continues and I laugh manically. Boxman frowns.

“That’s a joke, you couldn’t ever reach the heights I’ve gotten to. The plaza is finally gone. Be happy!” I smirk and he grimaces.

I feel Professor Venomous trying even harder to get out.

But he has melded with me too well.

“PV, come on, you know as well as I this isn’t what we signed up for. We wanted it to be… fun… and adventurous…” Boxman’s eyes lit up and I felt myself tumbling into that sinking chasm that I once had been hiding in. “Not this overtly evil crap. This isn’t you!”

Suddenly I feel my whole body jostle and fall down, my breath is hard and there he is, tears falling. Professor Venomous is in control for a brief moment.

“Boxy, please, hold me, hold me, hold me….”

He whispers a ton of sordid, affectionate things into Boxman’s mouth and near his chest and trails these disgusting, breathy whimpers that sound so achy and helpless and confused…

And yes, Boxman is eating it all up.

“Oh, my darling; I miss you, oh how I’ve missed you…” Boxman kisses him possessively and of course, he melts in that villain’s arms, crying and heaving and kissing him back.

“Where …have you been?” Boxman asks in a breathless voice, his hands in the long black hair, making the taller man sigh and moan. They are both genuinely smiling for the first time in months, but it’s only going to last a few more moments.

I give them three more real moments and then I come back, stronger than ever.

One second goes by…. (Boxman caresses his cheek and they softly graze lips)

Five seconds go by…. (Professor Venomous whispers You are my dream in villainy form… Boxman kisses each of his fingers one by one, replying back with a loud look of passion)

Twenty seconds after that.

(Lip lock. Over and over. Overzealous, peppery love. Professor Venomous grabs onto Boxman’s hips in a authoritative manner. “You’re mine. That’s mine,” he looks at his former lover’s hips. “You’re all mine,” He is hungry.)

It all stops. He’s gone. I’m back.

I’m way hungrier, I think.

I get up without dramatics and brush off my clothes.

His eyes tell me everything. It looks and tastes like betrayal. I feel the sting hit his eyes as he sees the immediate change set in me.

A dreadful silence hits him and a new solitude hits me as I walk away, a grand power of hellish pain I feel deep inside.

Yes, I feel those cracks at times, like broken windows, but I seal them up good. You won’t see them, so why does it matter if I feel them?