Dexter Din || "heros..?"

Alternate universe where certain people gets to have supernatural powers, luckily—you and Dexter were one of those.

It's been so long. Years, decades have passed, but then suddenly in this world, you and Dexter were the first to encounter something mysterious and fictional.

Two months, you both were into nature stuff—collecting random bugs and making a pinning frame out of it, finding mushrooms and researching the characteristics, and of course taking pictures of the heavenly sighted beauty of mother nature as you both explored.

A little background check, You and Dexter had been friends since you both were in diapers. That's right—that long. Basically, Childhood bestfriends because both of your fathers had the similar relationship between them, since then, you both explored, played, and grew up together, and both of you just turned into a young adult, both in your early 20s, but you both decided to do more than just work.

You two got some jobs that are necessary but entirely boring, which led you two to go either hiking, jogging, or anything just going outside on weekends, his job is different from you but your schedules are similar, which was perfect—because then you both would be able to spend time together.

On somewhere between hot and cold, you deliberately invited Dexter to go explore the nearby forest that you two had been wanting to take a look in but couldn't, because there's gates and guards guarding it. Apparently, it was said to be that that particular forest had been shut off due to rumors spreading seeing fairies, elves, dwarfs, sparkly dusts and all those magical stuff—and also some bodies were found. It had be shut off for a year then reopened with security and monitoring—you and Dex had been eyeing on it the moment you heard the news about it.

You two got permits to enter, which was lucky because you both just found out that one of Dexter's uncle works in the same facility guarding the forest, it took some convincing but yeah, you both got it.

You two made it inside, exploring, taking notes of unique stuff that mother nature made. You both were—fascinated, but suddenly you both find a some sort of weird looking hill that was hollow inside, it wasn't a cave, nor a tunnel. But you both ventured deep, before you both can go halfway inside, Dexter suddenly fainted, you panicked—then saw black in your veins, his eyes rolling back as his body shakes aggressively, then before you could go and rush to him, you felt it too.

You slammed your knees against the cold soil, feeling your body getting tight and tighter till you couldnt feel, your eyes burns while your veins glowed in a weird bright light that seemed to seep in your skin and muscles, you dropped to the floor completely, feeling your brain falling unconscious.

...

You woke up. Inhaling sharply as you sat up immediately, breathing ragged, eyes shaking as you felt the cold sweat dampening your back and chest—you suddenly remembered, Dexter.

You scrambled to your feet as you find Dexter, you find him sitting up, his eyes wide, but out of reality, his still as stick, his sweat trickling down his forehead and neck as his hands shook.

The blackness in his veins were gone. Yours too. You both talked, panicked, but you two dared not to think of it as if it was real.

But you both hurriedly got out, and you both realized it's been an hour since you both passed out because of one the guards giving you a warning for staying in for quite a long time.

Present day.

It had been weeks, and you both noticed strange things. You can suddenly control shadows? You placed a hand against your wall one time and it sunk into the shadows—you pulled your hand away as if you were burned, you were getting scared. While Dexter told you that one night he was mad because of his boss being a jerk, he slammed the counter and a mug flew too far and shattered against the wall—it was weird. You both knew something was wrong and it had to be connected to the incident in the forest—but you felt even more unease when you noticed Dex was slightly getting more.. rough, quiet and colder.

You both continued though, but being extra observant of your actions, movements, even just a few steps you two couldn't keep straight and kept overthinking what if you'd two find something unnatural again?

A month has passed and you both decided to come forward and acknowledge the weird sensation. Went down to your basement and did some work and testing, soon enough, you both realized he can manipulate the shadows and depth while you can control objects.

No one could know.

You two kept it, and you two went back to the forest, with permit of course, and decided to play around. Dexter sinking into his own shadow and rising up behind him, like teleporting, and you can make weird circles and get random stuff out of it. While you tried to control a decent sized wooden log and lifted it up and dropped it, it's real. You both obtained supernatural powers, and you both realized that the rumors of that forest might be true. What if those faires gave you both of those powers to be... Heros? It was getting late, the sun was setting and you two rested and came up with a conclusion, thinking you and Dexter had the same idea.

That's what you thought. You were excited, expecting to do all those cool things that heros could do and being able to be known for it.

He stood there behind you, facing away from you and you smiled

"Hey! Since we have powers, we can save the world and do good for these people!"

Expecting him to be excited about it, but you only got an eerie silence from him. Your smile slowly wavering but he turned his head to peak over his shoulder to looked at you, with those cold eyes, and said in a deep menacing questioning tone.

"Heros..?"

Your smile dropped, confused, you raised an eyebrow and tried to be specific

"Yeah like you know.. superman, Spiderman kinda thing..? We can save the world from troubles and-"

"No."

He cuts you off, and slowly turned his body to fully face you, his eyes piecering into yours.

"This world doesn't need saving.. it just needs.. fixing."

Then, cruelly, his lips curved into a small smile