Nigel could easily remember when he finally fell to the tempation of the Darkness, becoming the one villain no one would ever suspect and the perfect spy against the Penguins, who still believed him to be one of them.
The tempation was so sweet. The darkness was welcoming and the feeling of power and freedom that came with his decision was oh so addicting. He had never felt such utter freedom in his life.
The Villains' had welcomed him as if he was a lost brother finally returning home after being away for years. Their approval helping smooth his doubts and worries.
His emerald eyes moved over the crowds of villains around him, searching for the one person who he yet to see, while memorizing who he did.
Blowhole.
Hans
Clemson
White Widow
Savio
The names piled within his mind but the one villain he was searching for he did not spot amongst the crowd.
He had almost given up on finding him here when a flash of maroon, caught his attention from the corner of his eye. There, slipping out the back door was the villain he was searching for.
Slipping through the endless crowd, Nigel made his way outside, spotting the maroon flash moving swiftly down the pathway. Without a thought he followed as fast as he could.
"Red!"
Nigel called out as he finally caught up and grabbed the Russian's shoulder, only to yank his hand back upon seeing a flash of steel, causing the knife to just barely miss severing his hand from his arm.
A silently furious golden eye glared at him as the Russian villain spun on heel to face the British man.
"What do you want Nigel?"
His usually soft, taunting voice was hard, holding a dangerous tone to it causing the older male to shift in unease. Nigel had dealt with Red for years and knew that the current tone of the Russian meant he was pissed about something. Though what he was so pissed about was beyond Nigel, Red wasn't the type to get angry over little matters, so it had to be something important to the Squirrel.
"What's wrong, Red?"
The moment he said it, Nigel knew it was the wrong thing to say as the Russian's sole flashed dangerously.
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong," Red snarled while he purposely moved into the older male's space, "You. You're what's wrong. What the Hell do you think you're doing?! Do you have any idea of what you have just done, Nigel?!"
The British man frowned at the furious Russian, who looked ready to tear off his head and punt it back to England.
"I chose my side, the same as you."
Nigel honestly didn't see when Red punched him but he sure felt it as the Russian's right hook connected to his jaw.
"I chose my side from the start, Nigel, you on the other hand...You have just betrayed everything you stood for. You're a Penguin, you're not supposed to join the villains. What about your comrades amongst those flightless birds?"
Nigel rubbed his bruised jaw as he looked down at the slightly smaller male.
"I'm sure they'll be in for a startling surprised once they discover the truth."
Red's golden eye darkened as he glared at the Spy.
"What about your Nephew, Private, I believe. He became a Penguin to make you proud. To live up to your expectations for your approval. Can you just betray him like that? "
Nigel didn't speak for a while, seeming to think over Red's question before finally answering.
"I'm a villain now."
Red frowned in open disapproval before slapping away the hand that placed itself on his shoulder. A lone golden eye glared into the emerald gems of Nigel's.
"Then you can be a villain all you want- without me."
Nigel could only watch as Red spun on heel and swiftly moved down the darkened pathway.
Finally the dark maroon red jacket of his lover vanished into the shadows, leaving Nigel standing on the pathway with a sense of emptiness filling his heart.
