[ WP ] A super hero story where unknowingly the villain and superhero are roommates . Neither of them are aware they have been living with their nemesis for the past 2 years .

`` You live here alone?'' Yvette asked as Cheyenne pulled her jacket off and threw it on the couch. 
 
 `` Feels that way, sometimes,'' Cheyenne replied. `` Margo comes in and out as she pleases. I can go days without seeing her.'' 
 
 `` Ah.'' Yvette looked around taking in the odd clash of furniture: a beaten up wooden coffee table in front of a yellow couch, a dining table with a glass top surrounded by wire chairs that clearly belonged outside. There were a few paintings here and there, many of them giving off a serious *Día de los Muertos* vibe. 
 
 `` You want anything to drink?'' Cheyenne asked. `` I have a ton of booze.'' 
 
 `` Um.'' Yvette shook her head to clear it. `` You got vodka?'' 
 
 `` And orange juice.'' Cheyenne disappeared into a cabinet for a second and stood up again with a bottle and two glasses. `` Screwdrivers it is.'' 
 
 Yvette sat down on the couch as Cheyenne poured the drinks. She watched Cheyenne's bare arms, searching for any hint of abnormal muscle definition. Cheyenne glanced up and caught Yvette looking. She smiled. 
 
 `` Order up.'' Cheyenne grabbed the two glasses and came over to the couch, handing one to Yvette as she sat down. 
 
 `` Thanks,'' Yvette said, taking a sip. The drink was heavy on the vodka. `` Screwdriver with a lot of screw.'' 
 
 `` Sorry, I tend to make them strong,'' Cheyenne apologized. `` You want me to remake it?'' 
 
 `` No. I need this.'' Yvette took a larger sip. The burning was helping bring her back to reality. 
 
 Cheyenne crossed her legs. `` I'm guessing you have some questions for me.'' 
 
 `` Some?'' Yvette raised an eyebrow. `` Okay, sure. Let's start off with - *what the fuck? *'' 
 
 `` That's fair.'' Cheyenne sighed. `` Look, I know you're probably in a bit of a shock right now. So let me try to lay it out as simply as I can.'' She cleared her throat. `` Back in college, I was involved in an - accident. After coming home from the hospital, much sooner than the doctors anticipated, I discovered that I was much stronger than I had been originally. That I could run fast. Very fast. Hear things that other people could n't.'' She paused. `` And fly.'' 
 
 Yvette let out a laugh. `` So you're Supergirl? Superwoman? Something?'' 
 
 Cheyenne shrugged. `` Just Cheyenne.'' 
 
 `` Wow.'' Yvette shook her head. `` So - you fight criminals?'' 
 
 `` Sometimes.'' 
 
 `` What about those things that attacked me tonight?'' Yvette shuddered, remembering the cold, rough hands, and the grey skin peeling away from their faces. `` Are those things normal?'' 
 
 `` Not *normal. *'' Cheyenne chewed on her lip. `` I've actually never seen them before.'' 
 
 The front door opened suddenly, and Yvette jumped. Cheyenne remained seated, unsurprised. *Super-hearing, * Yvette reminded herself. 
 
 `` Hey Margo,'' Cheyenne said without turning around. `` What's up?'' 
 
 Yvette glanced up at Margo and froze. For a moment, she thought she was back by the cemetery where she'd gotten attacked. But when she blinked, she realized that the woman in the doorway was n't a member of the legion of the undead. Just dressed like she was ready to join them. 
 
 `` Average night at work.'' Margo's eyes, lined with heavy black liner, focused on Yvette. `` Hey.'' 
 
 `` Hey,'' Yvette said weakly. She could n't help it - the straight black hair, black lipstick, and septum piercing were a lot to take in right now. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Margo seemed to sense that she was unsettled. 
 
 `` I'm just gon na...'' Margo jerked a thumb towards the back of the house. `` Do n't wan na disturb anything.'' 
 
 Cheyenne and Yvette mumbled a farewell, then fell silent until they heard the door to Margo's room click shut. 
 
 `` That's Margo?'' Yvette said. `` She's, uh, intense.'' 
 
 `` You could say that.'' Cheyenne grinned. `` She's really sweet when you get to know her. One of my best friends in this city.'' 
 
 `` Cool.'' Yvette looked down at her hands. `` You guys ever...?'' 
 
 `` What?'' Cheyenne blinked. `` Oh! Oh, no. No.'' Cheyenne smiled crookedly. `` Not really my type.'' 
 
 `` Gotcha.'' Yvette took another sip of her drink, mostly to hide blush starting to creep across her cheeks. `` And does she... know?'' The last word came out as a whisper. 
 
 Cheyenne shook her head. `` No. I've thought about telling her a few times, but a good time has n't come up. And I have n't told anyone. Ever.'' She cleared her throat. `` That is, until tonight.'' 
 
 `` Wow.'' 
 
 `` So.'' Cheyenne's tone was serious again. `` You really have no idea why there were four zombies walking around the Lafayette cemetery tonight? You did n't try to conjure up some distant relative, only to have it go horribly wrong?'' 
 
 `` I'm from Green Lake, Wisconsin,'' Yvette replied. `` Back home, we believe that the only person who ever rose from the grave was Jesus.'' 
 
 `` Fair point.'' Cheyenne sighed. `` Four of them, though. That's a lot. Too many to be a coincidence. Someone must be trying to bring them back. But why?'' She stared at the wall, her mind far away. 
 
 Yvette shuddered once again, and Cheyenne's eyes snapped back toward her. 
 
 `` Do you want to stay here tonight?'' Cheyenne asked. 
 
 Yvette shook her head. `` I could n't -'' 
 
 `` It's no problem,'' Cheyenne assured her. `` We have plenty of space. You'll be safe here.'' She reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Yvette's ear. `` Please. Stay.'' 
 
 Yvette felt the blush creeping back across her cheeks. Cheyenne's face was very close to hers. 
 
 `` Okay.''
