"Auuugh fuuuck...." Vance said as he tried to climb to his feet after falling three hundred feet and colliding with stuff along the way.
Everything... hurts... so much...
He climbed to his knees and attempted to climb to his feet but fell back to his knees. His knees were wet as the rain washes over him rinsing away some of the blood. After nearly half an hour he managed to climb to his feet and with the assistance of the alley wall began limping away.
After limping through the rain for a while he stumbles upon a bakery, Homemade Happiness bakery. He pressed his hand on the lock breaking the locking mechanism causing the door to seing open. He stumbles through the bakery towards the back where ingredients are stored.
Food... to heal...
He stumbles into the storage room and swings the door open before stumbling inside. He ripped open a bag of fruits and begins stuffing his mouth with them. The fruits juices mix with the blood on his face like an abstract painting. After emptying the bag of its contents he scrambles for more food grabbing a bag of cold cuts. He feasts on the cold meat like a rabid animal his stomach acid devouring whatever enters his body like an endless void. After stuffing himself with a myriad of foods he passes out from his injuries on the spot.
Later a woman whistled as she walked down the street even before sunrise, she turned left to open the door to her bakery but found it hanging open with the lock busted. She slowly entered finding the wall smeared with a long line of blood trailing into the back. She followed the trail of blood into the back and opened the storage room only to find him bloodied and asleep.
"AHH OH MY GOD!!!" She screamed as she practically jumped out of her own skin.
"Augh... wait..." He said weakly as he woke up aching all over but in a better state than just a few hours before.
She looks around noticing the torn bags and mostly eaten food. Her gaze trails to his odd blood soaked and torn outfit and it dawns on her.
"...You're that... vigilante, on the news..." She said hesitantly scared of what a Meta-Human vigilante could do.
"H-ack-elp... please..." He begged as he began trying to climb to his knees.
He collapses back to the ground after struggling, she grabs him and begins carrying him to a couch she has set up in a space much like a staff lounge.
Ugh why is this kid so heavy, he's so skk.qinny but what little there is must be nearly pure muscle...
She tried her best to gently lay him down before rushing for a first aide kit. She opens the kit and then removes his hoodie and shirt before she begins fixing him up. A bit later he wakes up and rises to his feet in a burst of speed.
I'm late!!!
He grabs his clothes and rushes back out into the city jumping from roof to roof towards his home. He lands on his roof and slips in through his window just as the sun slips over the horizon. He quickly washes up before doing his morning chores and making breakfast for his siblings.
"Pancakes!!!" He yelled followed by the thumping of feet from above.
A while later he walks through the city stopping at a bakery with a broken door. He steps into the building where the woman from before is preparing the bakery for morning customers.
"I uh... apologize for what i did... i will do whatever it takes for you to not tell the police about me..." He said as she looked back from the oven.
"Then work it off." She said as she throws a bag of flour at him.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yes really, as long as you know how to bake." She answered.
"Uh... yeah i do." He said as he held the bag of flour.
"Good then get to work." She said before explaining the assortment of things needing to be made before opening.
As the first customers begin filling the room he goes to the back opening the oven and pulling out the loaf by the pan with his bare hand. He puts the loaf with the rest before going back to the front and working with the customers. Customers browse the selection of sandwiches, breads, cakes and more before picking one and being handed a bag of it. While carrying a heavy box a wound reopens causing him to wince in pain.
With the amount of nutrients i got last night my healing should be sped up a lot but not fully... it should still take a week... maybe two to heal fully.
Hours pass as he works and soon the work day is over and they begin shutting down for the day. He preps some dough before putting it up to set and getting into his casual attire.
"Alright i'm heading home for the day." He said as he approached the door.
"Alright rest up now." She said as she finished up the last of the prep.
"I will." He said as he left.
While he rests at home as he so desperately needed a great evil was savoring its victory on the other side of time. A woman sobbed as the goblin had his way with her. His hand gripped her throat causing a gut wrenching sound to escape her lips as she rapidly wrinkled and greyed. His body spasm as he finishes inside her before dropping her body. He walks away as her body lays there decrepit and old, he puts on his gold robe as he basked in his superiority.
"Ahh... winning sure does feel so wonderful... clean her up." He said as he left the room and a group of servants began dealing with the corpse.
I wonder if the brat survived that fall...
As he finished that thought he entered his private gym where a boy stood curling 3,240 pounds.