08 12 / 2013
08 12 / 2013
computersimulationofme asked: Superhero Renbelle - Another villain goes after Belle. Renard takes great offence at that.
She was already talking to someone when Renard slipped into the abandoned warehouse, and his whole body tensed. All of his men knew that only he spoke to Belle, so they should know that, if it was one of them, he would kill them—but it didn’t sound like one of them. Belle didn’t sound like it was one of them.
"Please, you don’t have to do this."
Renard was not okay with another person doing anything to Belle, and he appeared behind. The man in front of her was baring his teeth, hand wrapped around a button but frozen in place—Belle’s doing.
In seconds, Renard had the man pinned by the throat to the wall, and he turned while the man squirmed in his grip.
"Renard?" Belle asked, eyes wide and jaw slack.
"You are having fun without me."
The man gurgled, unable to fight with his hands stilled, and Renard shook him.
"Let him go," Belle said, walking over. She plucked the button out of the man’s hand, and soon it was just a pile of parts in her palm. "Everything’s safe now, let him go."
He didn’t want to let him go. He knew the lewd comments a villain might make to a pretty female hero. He’d made them himself. He pressed his fingers tighter into the man’s neck, watching his face turn purple.
"Renard, please, don’t kill him, that’s not how I work!"
"That’s how I work." He lifted the man higher on the wall, waiting for him to start spasming.
"Please," she said again. He loosened his grip a fraction, but not too much—if Belle had really wanted him to let go, she’d have forced him, wouldn’t she?
Or maybe she trusted him. When had he become trustworthy? With a sigh that was mostly a growl, he loosened his fingers, letting the man gasp for breath a few times before knocking his head against the wall. He crumpled to the ground.
"There. Now you can take him to your precious police."
Belle laid a hand on his arm before he could disappear, and he looked at her. She was pretty with her gilded mask, but he wished he could take it off of her, see her face like this instead of in secret.
"Thank you, Renard."
He laid a hand over hers, then removed it almost immediately. He was supposed to be antagonizing her, not holding her. “You know what, I will take him to the police station for you so that you can find the bomb, because tomorrow, I am going to put you through the ringer, and you deserve a break.”
"Oh, the ringer? I see." She looked up at him, biting her lip. "Well, thank you for your foresight today. I suppose I’ll go rest up now."
"See that you do, my darling." He bowed his head with a sweeping hand gesture, and then left in a blur.
You wrote the thing! I forgot about this :D