A/N: I highly suggest listening to Stay by Zedd through this fic, since it was the inspiration for it. Also, my cousin made this really awesome Blackhat and Demencia video with that song! Look it up, no joke it is one of the best Villanous shipping videos I've seen. I don't own Villanous or any of its characters, I just like to torture people with my ideas. If enough people like and comment about this I may make it a whole series, but who knows. Enjoy!

Angry growls and pitiful whimpers filled the room as she held the dark man's hand. His breathing was weak and ragged, black, clotty, and rotten blood poured from the pound that covered most of his abdomen. His monocle was shattered, the many shards of glass covering his face, piercing the flesh there, his hat strewn to the side as he coughed up more of the foul substance. Keeping his eyes closed, he clenched his razor sharp teeth, trying to stifle the pained noises from passing his lips.

The two people behind her sat in silence as she held the man close to her, squeezing his hand once again. "Demencia, I'm sorry but...with how much blood he's losing, I don't think he has much longer." Dr. Flug whispered, squeezing his own hands to force himself to stay steady. He couldn't afford to break in front of these two… not when they were like this.

505, staying as slow and gentle as he could, crawled up against the bleeding villain, whining sadly. Nuzzling against the man's tattered and bloody side he whimpers again, staring up at Blackhat with tear filled eyes.

"Stop…talking as if…I'm already…dead." The black clad man angrily sputtered, placing a broken hand on the trembling bear's head while turning his head towards Demencia and Dr. Flug.

"Blackhat…" the multi colored woman sniffled, holding one of his hands in her own. "Blackhat please tell me you're going to be alright…"

"What is all of this…poppycock? Me? The Great Blackhat…? Dying? So-" he was cut off by another bout of coughing, spitting up copious amounts of blood onto the woman's lap before his eyes rolled back, his head slumping.

"Blackhat! Breathe please! Stay with me! Don't go…don't leave us here… stay here with us please? Please..?" sagging over him, she was fighting tears as she gazed down at their leader's broken and bloodied form.

Jerking her head up she spins around, looking at the paper bagged doctor. "Flug! You're a doctor! Do something!" she was to the point of hysterics. Rising to move towards him, she grabbed ahold of the scientists' lab coat, growling. "Stop just standing there! DO SOMETHING DAMN YOU!"

Grabbing her hands with his own trembling ones, he squeezes them, looking at her face through his own broken goggles. "Demencia! You know I'm not that kind of doctor! There is nothing I can do for wounds this severe. Not here in this place."

A loud cry from the other side of the room startled the two, both of them jumping to look back in the direction it came from. 505 was up on his hind legs, using one giant paw to point to the spot where their leader once was. All that was left was a black hat on a large puddle of the black, tar like substance.

Taking shaky steps towards the puddle, Demencia fell to her knees, her hands landing in the vile puddle of what they could only assume was the rest of Blackhat. Tears flowed freely down her face as she began moving the tar with her hands, digging. Dr. Flug turned away, hugging himself as the woman's sobs filled the room.