Villain
All of a sudden, he had gotten what he wanted. He was finally the bad guy. Duncan/Courtney, implied Duncan/Gwen. One-shot.
Duncan walked into the economy class section of the plane to see many eyes flicker to him. They were rude, intruding eyes that people were taught not to make at others, the stare your mothers would say was inappropriate. They looked at him with small glares, shaking their heads.
He gave them all a look that said, 'Wanna do something about it?' and slowly everyone turned away. He grunted and walked into the airplane bathroom, washing his hands. He scrubbed them and washed them for what seemed like an hour, but he still felt dirty. He rubbed hard, scratching the skin like sand paper, but it wasn't doing any help.
He felt tears in his eyes. Just a day ago, he had been kissing her in this dumb bathroom. And he thought it would make him feel good, and all he wanted to do now was to be clean. He hated feeling dirty, he thought it would feel reckless, thought it would be fun, but all he wanted was for things to go to the way they were, and-
He jumped at the sound of someone knocking heavily on the bathroom door. Huffing in annoyance, he opened the door to see the one and only staring at him.
She started to say something, that usually bossy way about her, "I mean who spends forty minutes in the-" She stopped, looking to him and to his eyes, which he had forgotten were red and wet with his tears. She shook her head, her brown hair falling on her face, her lower lip starting to tremble.
He reached out to touch her arm, but she flinched away. She looked at him like he was something that… scared her. He thought back to the time…
"I'm sorry for scaring you." He looked to her with a look of sincerity, but she just tightened her face and blinked rapidly.
"I was not scared!" She lied, and he felt himself smile, feeling for the hook in his back pocket.
Maybe she hadn't been scared them, but the look on her face now was terrified. "Courtney," he started, but then she backed away, tripping a bit, biting her lip.
"I get it, OK?" She whispered, taking her steps slowly, heading towards the exit. "You don't have to say anything." She shook her head at him. "You're bad, OK? I believe you." Before he could say anything to her, she fled into the other part of the plane, not looking back at him.
He felt his lip curl, his brow furrowing as his body started to shake. She spoke to him like he was some type of evil. He was so mad and angry at himself, and his hands, which were shaking rapidly, had never felt so dirty.
All of a sudden, he had gotten what he wanted. He was finally the bad guy. He had always wanted people to see him this way, and he finally got his wish. He never knew how much it would hurt, how heavy his chest would feel, how much he wanted things to go back to normal.
He never knew it would be this painful being the villain.
A/N: Duncan, Duncan, Duncan.
If I had a dick, this is when I'd tell you to suck it.
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