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June of Doom, Day Five:
It’s not as bad as it looks: Handcuffs // swelling // flinch
CW: mention of blood, cuts, past fight, injuries, bruises
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Hero practically fell down the stairs they were running so hard. Mentor and Medic practically jumped out of Hero’s way as they barrelled past, Mentor shouting: “slow down!” after them but Hero barely heard it.
They turned the corner to the entrance of the precinct and saw Superhero standing at the doorway, arms folded tight over a broad chest, their back to Hero.
They were just in time.
“Superhero!” Hero called, slowing to a half-walk, half-jog as they weaved in and out of the few detectives and officers milling about.
“Not now, Hero. Get back to headquarters.” Superhero’s voice was hard, finite. Authority oozing out of every rumble of command. Hero ignored them and stepped up beside them.
“Superhero,” said Hero again, a little breathless as they finally stopped. “They’re innocent. I’ve worked with—“
“I don’t want to hear it, Hero.”
“-but I know Vigilante,” Hero implored, “they would never—“
“And yet they have,” Superhero snapped, sharp blue eyes cutting into Hero’s. It was enough to make Hero want to stop their defence. To turn and run back up to Headquarters and pretend like none of this matters to them, but it did. Vigilante was their friend. They had saved Hero more times than they could count.
“Superhero, please just listen.”
Superhero grabbed Hero by the upper arm, grip bruising, and turned them, marching them into one of the empty interrogation rooms and closing the door over slightly. Hero tried to shrug out of Superhero’s grip but the fingers just tightened ever so slightly to stop their struggles.
“No, Hero. You listen,” Superhero seethed, turning them to face Superhero again.
“I have entertained your every whim because you show great potential and I have no doubt you will be an excellent Hero. I have heard your every thought on every move I make because I value Mentor’s advice and they asked me to let you be involved in decision making, for experience. What I will not tolerate,” Superhero said, looming over Hero, grip tightening on Hero’s arm and fear settling into the back of Hero’s chest as they continued:
“Is you questioning my authority in the middle of HQ when I have just finished an arrest. That is where I draw the line. I don’t care if Vigilante is your best friend, if they saved you a million times, if you feel you somehow owe them— and do you know why I don’t care?”
Hero grimaced, pulling their arm back sharply, “you’re hurting me, Superhero.”
“Do. You. Know. Why?”
“Because I wasn’t there…” said Hero, shoulders sagging in defeat.
“Exactly,” said Superhero, finally letting go of Hero. Hero took a step back, trying to create some space between them. Hero glanced down at the red handprint that was definitely going to bruise with a frown.
Superhero let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose. Clearly trying to calm down from whatever had wound Superhero up so tight. Hero just stayed silent.
“You didn’t see them defend Villain in the same way they defend you. You didn’t see them take down Sidekick and Other Sidekick without so much as a hint of remorse. So do not question me again in the middle of the precinct regarding your friend. Do I make myself clear?”
Hero swallowed and nodded. “Do I make myself clear, Hero?”
“Yes superhero.”
“I will have no repeats of this. This is your only and final warning. The next time you question me you will end up in a cell next to your friend to teach you some manners. Do you understand?” Superhero growled. Hero nodded, mutely, and flinched back as Superhero slammed the door to the interrogation room open, stepping out like a rapid dog.
Hero’s eyes went to the slowly closing door and they let a sigh escape their throat as they caught the door before it closed and stepped out after Superhero.
The doors to the precinct opened and Vigilante was escorted in by two police officers holding each arm on either side. Their wrists handcuffed behind their back, but that’s not what caught Hero’s attention.
It was the blood dripping from their hairline, tracing the contours of their dirty face in a gruesome deep red, it looked almost black. One eye was purple and black, swollen shut and their nose had two streams of black blood that stopped at their lips, then continued down their chin. The corner of their mouth was puffy, the shining purple bruise of their cheek pulling their features so they looked drawn.
Hero’s face must have betrayed their horror, because Vigilante tried a smile when they saw Hero and said quietly: “it’s not as bad as it looks.”
Hero was about to reply when a hand settled heavy on their shoulder, fingers biting into the soft flesh. Hero’s lips clamped shut at the silent warning. Vigilante noticed, because they always noticed. As soon as their features had softened to be reassuring for Hero they changed again for Superhero. Vigilante glared up at Superhero, their face morphing into a mask of hatred.
“Take them to powered holding cell one,” came Superhero’s cold command and Vigilante was pushed away from Hero, down the stairs to the right. Hero moved to follow but Superhero’s hand became like a vice holding them back.
“I forbid you from seeing them while they are here, Hero.”
Hero batted Superhero’s hand away from their shoulder and whirled on Superhero. As quick as the bravery came it dwindled and extinguished in their chest at the cold glare that burned from Superhero’s eyes.
What I will not tolerate is you questioning my authority in the middle of HQ.
Their gaze promised to make good on the threat to throw Hero into a holding cell beside Vigilante and so they backed down. They didn’t say anything as they turned and walked back up to the Hero quarters above the precinct.
They were going to see Vigilante. They were just going to make sure Superhero wasn’t there when they did.
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(Okay, so I am continuing this, I really liked it. This is a sort of prologue to what happened in that one though)
[Villain's perspective]
Vigilante had been missing for three days.
He had made plans with Villain to meet up, finally have a night off where they could just be together. Villain put off any "diabolical" plans so they'd be able to enjoy themselves. But, when the time for their dinner reservations came, Vigilante never showed up.
And didn't answer his phone.
And didn't show up anywhere.
For. Three. Days.
So many thoughts swam through Villain's head. Vigilante may as well have more enemies than both Villain and Hero combined, so any one of them could've taken him. So Villain started a mental list, and checked each and every possible person.
The Devil's Duo-- such an awful name, Vigilante always joked-- knew nothing. Villain was sure of it after dipping them both knee-deep into hydrochloric acid. They confessed to dozens of crimes, but taking Vigilante wasn't one of them.
Four days.
The four local gangs of the city were next. Villain was meticulous, interrogating every single member, until he knew none of them were lying.
Seven days.
It was when he had just finished roughing up one of the local, horribly corrupt politicians, making damn sure they knew nothing they weren't revealing, when Hero and Sidekick showed up.
"Villain, I hear you've been causing quite a ruckus."
Villain growled. "How about you fuck off, Golden Boy, and let me work." He started out of the alley.
"Sidekick?"
At Hero's command, Sidekick shot out a blast of ice cold wind from his hands, striking Villain and causing him to fall back. Villain cursed.
"Good job, Sidekick. Now you head back to the car. I want to have a conversation with Villain, here."
"Okay, Hero." Sidekick nodded and left the alley.
"I don't have time for you today." Villain growled as he got back to his feet, reaching to draw his sword.
But he weren't quick enough. In a flash, Hero had him knocked to the ground, pinning him by the throat. Damn super strength.
"Get the fuck off of me!"
"Stay down, Villain. You don't want anything happening to Vigilante, do you?"
Villain froze at those words. His eyes widened.
"You."
Hero grinned, savoring the look on Villain's face at the realization. "Yes. Me." He released Villain and stood, brushing off his clothes. "I found out about your little 'situationship' with Vigilante. Even caught him on his way to see you. He looked so cute, dressed up in a little button-down shirt with a tie and everything." He paused, smirking. "The tie made a great gag when he tried to yell."
Villain was burning inside, fear and rage prickling under his skin. He went to speak, but Hero continued.
"He even had a gift for you. So cute. I believe the note on it said... early birthday gift? Sorry I can't tell you what it was, I tossed it out of the car on the way to my place. Vigilante looked heartbroken to lose it. Maybe it's still out there." Hero's voice was far too happy.
"Y...you're lying." Villain forced the words out. He knew it wasn't true, but a small part of him was just hoping, pleading with whatever higher power that existed for Hero to be lying, trying to deceive and hurt him.
Hero seemed to be waiting to hear that. Silently, he pulled two pictures out of his pocket and tossed them next to Villain. Villain picked them up, hands shaking, and felt the air leave his lungs all at once.
The first picture was of Vigilante, it was impossible to deny. Villain immediately recognized that bright orange hair, bangs tied up slightly to stay out of his face, and bright, light blue eyes. The shirt he was wearing was one Villain even gave him. Vigilante was standing in front of a wall with his hands up. He was glaring and scowling at someone behind the camera, presumably Hero.
He doesn't look hurt... he doesn't look hurt.
That was the only little relief Villain felt... only for that to quickly fade away with the second image.
Vigilante was in the same position, same clothes, same hair... but he looked so much worse. His mouth was taped shut, his wrists were chained to the ceiling, and he had tears in his eyes. Villain could make out bruises on his face, his wrists, his neck-- oh God, how injured was he? What really broke Villain was seeing his broken glasses. He knew how important those were for Vigilante--
Hero knelt down beside Villain, lifting his chin gently so their eyes locked. "If you step out of line, do anything you shouldn't, or even show your face around the city, Vigilante will be paying for it. Understood?"
Villain couldn't speak. He just nodded.
"Good boy." Hero patted his cheek and smirked, standing. He started to walk away, but stopped.
"And don't even think about telling someone. Who's going to believe a villain over the city's most important and beloved hero?"
Once Hero was gone, Villain collapsed into sobs.
(Hope you guys like it! This will definitely end up being a little series. I'll need to name them xD Also, for the photos, the picrew is: https://picrew.me/image_maker/207627)
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Bloody clothes
day 6 of @whumptember
431 words
warnings: teenage whumpee, bloody clothes, conditioned whumpee (implied)
part one | part three | part four | part five | part six
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Hero sits next to Villain, cheek resting against his shoulder as the sun rises. She sighs and looks up at him, “Do you wanna go wake him up? I need to get back before Superhero sends a search party. I didn’t tell him I was coming here. Didn’t think it’d be the best idea, y’know?”
Villain smiles and nods, “Just…wait here? I didn’t tell him I was calling you.”
“Sure,” Hero smiles, “Yeah, that’s probably best.”
Villain stands up and takes their empty mugs to the kitchen, gently setting them in the sink before walking down the hallway and knocking on the door.
“Vigilante? Are you awake?” He pushes the door open and takes a step in the room.
Vigilante shoots up from the bed, he pushes back to the headboard and pulls the blanket with him. Panting, he looks at Villain.
Villain raises his hands slowly and takes another step forward, “Sorry, I…I should’ve waited for you to answer. Are you alright?”
Vigilante scoffs but relaxes a little, the white-knuckle grip on the sheets loosening a little. “What’s going on?”
“I called someone and she’s going to take you with her. You’ll be safer with her than I could ever imagine you being here.” Villain flips the light switch on and Vigilante winces at the brightness. “Do you wanna go meet her, or do you want her to come in here?”
He shakes his head, “I don’t-I’m not gonna leave you. I don’t feel safe with anyone but you. Please…don’t make me go?”
Villain sighs and sits on the foot of the bed, ignoring the pang in his heart when Vigilante pulls farther away.
“I can’t keep you safe,” he says softly. “She’s good at doing that, she kept me safe for a long time, and I know it’s scary. But it’s what’s best. Trust me?”
Vigilante leans his head against the headboard and takes a deep breath. He looks back at Villain and nods, “I’ll go out there. But…not right now?
“Yeah,” Villain smiles and laughs in relief, “Of course! Take your time.” He stands up and turns to leave, but his eyes catch on something.
A small pile of clothes are heaped in the corner of the room, blood spotting the cloth. Villain walks towards it and picks it up, “I’ll wash these for you, yeah?”
Vigilante stares blankly at them, he shakes his head. “Just throw them out.” he closes his eyes and curls into himself. “Please.”
Villain nods and holds everything under his arm, trying his best to hide all the dark brown stains from Vigilante.
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The Lion and the Mouse - Part 3
Master list
Part 2
This is where the lion comes in >:3
Content: Villain whumpee, vigilante whumpee, hero whumper, tiny whumpee, bruised, blood, split lip, broken ribs, cramps, hogtied, gun, no shots fired
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Vigil returned to the base after a very nerve wracking day of pacing around his safehouse and not doing much else. He had thoroughly checked his shoes and there was no Kai to be found. He felt sick to his stomach, imagining that an ant had gotten him and started the endless death cycle, or that he was small enough that he was well and truly dead now. He should have gone with the first plan. Sure, there was more of a chance of getting caught, but at least he could have been certain that Kai was in his sleeve.
He glanced at the corner where Kai was supposed to wait for him and unsurprisingly found nothing. So, he trudged on into the base, trying desperately to think of where Kai would have gone. If you were a tiny man, where would you hide?
The vents would make sense, but they were probably too cold and Kai didn’t have any clothes. What if he had froze to death? Or starved to death? Or-
“Morning, Vigil,” a dark voice said from behind him.
Vigil turned and found Leshy staring at him with a death glare. “Oh, morning. Sorry, I was thinking about what we were doing today. I wasn’t really told-”
“You’ll be sparring with me today,” Leshy informed him. “In the 5th training room. Be there in an hour.”
Leshy stormed off as Vigil said, “Oh, okay, then.”
Vigil knew what was coming. He wasn’t an idiot. He was going to take a beating for taking away Leshy’s toy because the hero was as childish as Vigil’s youngest niece. Thankfully it would be just a beating since everyone seemed to believe his story of ‘I stepped on it by accident.’ They even watched the footage and Technical agreed that it was an accident.
Still, Vigil couldn’t keep back the creeping fear that he was going to be discovered.
He was slow to get ready, changing into his sparring uniform with loose pants and a sleeveless top, but he was still there on time as he wrapped his knuckles.
Leshy was waiting for him, shoes already off and hands wrapped. Vigil finished quickly, slipping off his own shoes and socks before standing at the other side of the training room.
Without a word, the two took up positions and got started. Leshy was powerful, attacking in huge overpowering bursts, obviously used to having teammates step in when he needed a break. Vigil, who often worked alone, was smoother, drawing out the fight to exhaust the hero. Leshy got his second and third wind, but after that, Vigil was quick to snake an arm around his neck and push him to the floor, holding him in a pin as Leshy struggled to get out.
After a moment, Leshy relaxed and Vigil let him go, standing up and shaking out his arms.
“How many rounds?” Vigil asked as Leshy got up, rubbing his neck.
“Two more,” Leshy replied, digging in his bag for something. Once Leshy was ready, the two faced up again. Leshy attacked with less vigor, drawing it out a little more and matching Vigil’s pace. Vigil kept up well enough, but Leshy, now that he was applying his energy correctly, was much harder to deal with. Leshy jabbed with steady punches and grabbed for Vigil a couple of times, so close that Vigil nearly went down.
Then it happened. Leshy moved in, forcing Vigil to step back and with the speed of a striking snake, Leshy hooked his legs out from under him and was on top of him, trying to get him in a pin. Vigil moved to get out, more flexible than Leshy, but Leshy was much stronger than him. Vigil tapped out when Leshy pressed his arm to Vigil’s throat hard enough to cause spots. But Leshy didn’t move. Vigil tried tapping out again, the sound of blood pounding in his head rising in volume alongside his panic, but Leshy didn’t move, instead reaching back and grabbing something from under his shirt. Vigil caught sight of glittering metal, and then a gun was at his head, a couple of clicks sounding as the safety was turned off and the gun was cocked.
Leshy let up on Vigil’s throat a little and he gasped for air, the spots clearing away, but he didn’t move to get out of the pin as the warm metal stayed pressed to his forehead. Leshy seemed to be waiting for Vigil to speak so, once the pounding faded and the silence had stretched on tensely for a few minutes, Vigil relented.
“Leshy,” he said in a warning tone.
Leshy’s grin was something that belonged in nightmares, wide, toothy, and feral. “Did you let my pet go on accident, really?”
“You saw the tapes, and how I reacted when you killed him,” Vigil replied with a fair amount of disgust. “You’re stupid if you think I did.”
His pre-planned excuse had apparently hit just the spot of believability as Leshy relaxed slightly. “Thank you for the honesty, then, but I’m afraid we don’t have any villains to take my frustration out on, and Technical said that if I hurt one of the sidekick’s again I’d be off the team forever. Course, I didn’t get his permission for this, but I don’t mind asking forgiveness once I feel better.”
Leshy got off of Vigil, still pointing the gun at his head. “Roll over.”
Vigil did so carefully and put his hands on the back of his head like he knew the next order would be.
Leshy chuckled. “Good dog. You’re all trained and everything.”
Vigil growled, ready to turn again and prove Leshy wrong, but a knee came down in the middle of his back and sticky, calloused hands wrenched his arms behind his back.
“None of that, now. I promise I won’t kill you. This beating won’t be anything like what I hand out to the villains, even. Just enough to relax, you know? And if you breathe a word of this to your pretty little union, I’ll leave this team and find you again. I know how you fight, now. I don’t care what toys you have. I will take you and I will beat you until I break you. Plus, I won’t have any obligation to keep you alive afterwards.”
Vigil forced himself to take deep, slow breaths. Just withstand a beating or two. He could do that. He’d done it plenty of times before.
“Get up,” Leshy said, standing back and presumably pointing the gun at his back.
Vigil rolled to his side and did so slowly, watching the gun move with him to stay pointed at his face.
“Move your arms to the front,” Leshy said, grinning with each command he gave.
Vigil took another slow breath before stepping through the cuffs one leg at a time till his hands were at his front.
“Good. Now, arms up and close your eyes.”
Vigil did, and the gun was placed on his chest. If he was shot at this range he knew he’d be dead. The gun pushed him back a few steps before he was backed against a wall. There was a clinking sound and Leshy’s hot breath on his face. Vigil turned his head, trying not to breathe in Leshy’s air as the man locked something into his cuffs, keeping his arms above his head.
After a moment, Leshy’s presence was gone and Vigil opened his eyes, watching the man go and toss the gun back into his bag, cracking his knuckles as he returned.
“I’ll betcha I can bust your lip in the first try,” Leshy said with a sadistic smile.
Vigil’s flesh crawled with each word, but he did not respond as Leshy said, “Guess there’s only one way to find out.”
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When the lights went out, Kai was ready to venture again. He stepped out of the vents and went back to the kitchen. He was taller now. Not big enough to need his new cloak yet, but getting there. He was back to the size he’d been before Vigil crushed him and glad for it. He still wouldn’t be able to reach the rungs of the drawers, but it was better being bigger.
He scavenged up crumbs again, delighted to even find bits of turkey that had fallen to the floor. He was feeling much better now after having eaten and the chance to get water and sleep. He’d even found a leaky water fountain when he’d been traveling through the vents and had his fill there.
He ate on the way back to the vents, planning where he was going to go from here. He might start traveling into rooms, seeing if he can find tools. He’d need another cloth to be his bag and blanket when he switched to wearing the one he had now, and he’d need something sharp and some string.
After thinking about it, he decided a bathroom would work best for finding what he needed. He quietly ate the rest of his food in the vent, deciding who would be the best for this. He could still get in and out through vent gaps so that wouldn’t be a problem, though it was getting to be a squeeze, so he’d need to decide quickly.
Nautilus was a very sound sleeper and more prepared than the rest. Plus, he might have a razor blade hiding around. Kai remembered him talking about how he groomed his facial hair the ‘proper’ way.
So, Kai navigated the vents, looking out through the grating to be sure he knew where he was. Soon, he was at Nautilus’s vents. He squeezed through and, after climbing the slats, he reached the knob that would open them a bit farther. He tried for a minute, but he was still too small to really do so. Still, he managed to crack them a bit more by hanging his weight on one side before falling to the floor. With that done and crossed the bedroom. It didn’t take forever, but it was still a good trek. In the bathroom he looked up at the counter. There was a stack of washcloths that he could already see, solving one of his problems. The issue would be getting up there.
The shower curtains were slid to one side nearer to the counter, and thankfully the outer layer hung outside the tub. His hope that Nautilus’s ‘proper way’ of doing things would mean he would have a second curtain like this.
So, Kai grabbed hold of the curtain leaving his bag on the rug in front of the sink, and climbed. He was tired by the time he got to the counter, and his hands and legs trembled, but he had the strength to fling himself onto the counter, wincing when the movement caused one of the curtain hooks to move and squeak slightly.
There was no sound from the bathroom so Kai grabbed a washcloth and dragged it over to the edge. It was heavy and annoying. He contemplated leaving it here for another night, but he got it over the edge and that was that. He’d have to deal with it now. Some poking around revealed a small container of dental floss and a pack of razor blades. He soon pushed them over the edge of the counter, letting them land softly on the rug below. He looked around one more time to make sure there was nothing he’d want to grab on the way out and leapt for the curtain, sliding down it much easier than climbing up.
He had to make three trips across the floor to get each of the items to the vent, and the floss pack nearly didn’t go until he figured out how to pop it open and get the roll of floss out of it. He shoved the container behind a box under the bed so it wouldn’t be found and disappeared back into the vents, happy with his night of foraging.
Once he made it back to his patch of vent, a quiet place with a small blockage of what had been a mouse nest at some point that kept it a bit warmer. Kai admired his new tools, excited about each of them. He was still too small to wield the razor blade, but he was already thinking about tying it to a stick and having a little weapon, or at least something he could kind of use to grapple things with.
He spent the rest of the evening napping and braiding the floss into rope that would hold him as he got bigger.
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Vigil still hung in the training room. He didn’t sleep, merely staring at his aching feet as blood dripped from his open mouth. His mouth and lips were badly cut. Leshy had indeed been able to break his lip on the first punch. And the second. And the third.
Vigil couldn’t really breath through his nose. It hurt too much at the moment, so he let his mouth hang open and drip onto the floor. He blinked slowly, his face aching. His ribs hurt too, but he was good at ignoring them. They felt bruised, not broken. His shoulders had burned for hours as he hung there, but now his arms just felt numb and cold as the blood had a harder and harder time pumping all the way up to his fingers.
The lights turned back on, but when he lifted his head to see the doorway, no one was there. He lowered it again. The lights must be on timers, then. He wondered how long he’d have to wait before he saw Leshy’s smug face again.
The answer was not too long. Leshy came in with a smile. He had a glass of water in hand and Vigil watched him approach, glaring through the sweaty hair that had fallen into his eyes.
“Morning,” Leshy said with a huge grin.
He held the cup to Vigil’s lips and Vigil got in two swallows before he had to snort to keep water out of his nose and the rest was dumped on his head, ice cubes and all.
He gasped at the shock of it, shaking his head to get the water out of his eyes as Leshy laughed.
“Come on, big guy. You’ve got this,” he said, backing up to set the cup down. “Just a couple more days. I have to go out on a mission later, so I’ll be nice and let you down…. What do you say?”
Vigil’s lip curled at the patronizing tone, but Leshy’s stance grew firmer and his eyes set in a cruel expression, waiting for Vigil to speak.
“Thanks,” Vigil spat.
“Not so hard now, is it?” Leshy said with that same nightmarish smile. “I need to get my warm up in before I let you down. Be ready.”
And with that, the beating started. Leshy had a weapon this time, a metal pole he twirled around in pretty showy circles before slamming it into Vigil’s legs or ribs. By the time he was done, Vigil definitely had a broken rib or two, and his knee ached, not broken, but something was definitely damaged there.
Leshy turned away, as though to leave when he whirled around, slamming the pole into Vigil’s stomach. The Vigilante coughed, nearly losing the water he’d swallowed earlier. Leshy watched, smiling as Vigil coughed and bent over as far as he could with the way he was hanging.
He reached up and undid the lock, letting Vigil fall to the ground, curling around his stomach and ribs.
Leshy undid the cuffs around Vigil’s wrists, pulling them to Vigil’s back and relocking them. He locked the chain around the metal pole before cuffing Vigil’s bare ankles to the pole as well, hog tying him effectively.
“There, that should keep you here,” Leshy said, ignoring Vigil’s sharp gasp as something immediately started cramping in the left leg. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
And with that, Leshy left again.
Vigil writhed in agony as the cramp turned into a charlie horse, and he grunted and pressed his face into the floor, letting the pain of those bruises act as a distraction. It was hours before it faded away, and Vigil was left sweating and shaking on the floor, his not so numb shoulders complaining about the position and his injured knee joining in.
After a few hours he heard the door open and there was a soft squeak.
Vigil twisted his head to see one of the sidekicks, the younger one, he was pretty sure, standing there. They stared at each other for a moment before Vigil opened his mouth.
“Please, help,” he whispered. “I won’t tell him it was you. I’ll say I got out on my own.”
The sidekick stared at him, frozen and silent.
“Please,” Vigil said again, putting some urgency into his voice.
The sidekick dashed in, giving Vigil some hope before it failed as the sidekick grabbed whatever he had been sent in for and left just as quickly, shutting the door behind him.
Vigil slowly set his face back down on the floor with a low sigh. “Fair enough,” he murmured, and he closed his eyes against the fluorescent lights, ignoring the mirrors that lined the one wall, repeating back his misery to him.
Part 4
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Whumptober day 4
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prompt: can’t pass out, hidden injury
warnings: pain meds, hospital, broken bones
characters: vigilante, mentor
549 words
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Vigilante presses against the wall, hoping Hero takes her bait and follows Villain. She’s breathing heavily and can hear the roaring of her heartbeat in her ears.
Hero takes a few steps towards her and she holds her breath, praying that he stops. The footsteps halt and she hears him turn, then the footsteps recede. She breathes out and holds her hand over her heart, willing it to calm down so she can meet up with Mentor.
Vigilante waits a few minutes to be sure Hero’s moved on and to let the adrenaline wear off. She steps away from the wall and gasps in pain. Her hand flies to her shin and she hops on her other leg until she’s able to steady herself against the wall.
She takes a deep breath in and hits her head against the wall. She holds pressure on her shin and takes deep breaths, begging it to not swell up.
She takes all the pain pills she brought with her and stands up, not giving nearly enough time for them to take effect.
Mentor leans against a wall outside the bar and watches as Hero sprints past him. His eyes follow Hero until he loses sight of him. He turns and walks down the alleyway to find Vigilante.
She stumbles into him, nearly knocking the both of them off their feet. Mentor manages to catch them before they fall and he supports her.
She quickly rights herself, standing without his assistance and he watches as her face contorts in pain.
“Vigilante…” he says, his voice low and worried. “What happened?”
She clears her throat and shakes her head. “Nothing.” she bites her cheek. “Just-ugh-fell on my way here. I’ll be fine.”
Before he can protest, she limps a few steps ahead of him and he shakes his head, but follows closely behind.
The pain is nearly blinding, she can't put any weight on her leg and it’s getting harder and harder to stay upright. But she has to make it back home. If she can just get home then she’ll be alright.
Vigilante closes her eyes so all she has to concentrate on is staying upright. She doesn’t know when Mentor started walking beside her, but she doesn’t protest when his arm reaches around her torso and supports her.
Just a few more steps. That’s what she tells herself when she opens her eyes and sees the doorway. She lets out a shaky breath, “Hey Mentor.”
He hums as he struggles to unlock the door.
“I think I broke my shin. Can you do that? Break your shin? Either way, I did.” she mumbles.
He gasps sarcastically. “Really?! Gee, how do you figure?”
She murmurs something just as the lock finally gives and Mentor leads them inside. She’s barely conscious and he makes the executive decision that they need to make a trip to the hospital.
He takes off anything that could identify her as the local vigilante and throws a blanket over her before picking her up and carrying her to the car.
The hospital trip is longer than either of them could have hoped for, and by the end of it Vigilante has a thick cast on her leg, but at least they gave her a shit ton of pain meds.
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Vigilante sat on the edge of the roof top, their feet swinging free in the open air. It was quiet up here. So far above the streets that what little midnight traffic there was couldn’t breach the oppressive weight of the sky. They missed this peace, the freedom from noise and bustle, just them and the cold night air. Numbing them.
The quiet crunch of feet on gravel announced the arrival of Villain. They didn’t turn to face the approaching enemy. There wasn’t much point. The burning pain in their abdomen spoke to Vilain’s prowess with a knife. And their own weapons were long gone.
“Come to finish the job?” Vigilante asked, still staring out over the city. They had wanted to sound smooth, calm, brave to the end. But all they had managed was a painful rasp of a question.
They looked down then, past the growing red stain on their uniform, down at the street below. It wouldn’t be difficult, they supposed, to escape Villain. If they really wanted to.
The image of the knife came back, thick and long. Serrated near the hilt, stained from not being kept completely clean. Vigilante scooted forward, just half an inch closer to freedom. Then a hand landed on their shoulder, pulling them back away from the edge, back onto the roof.
Sighing, Vigilante let themselves relax into their fate. They stared into the midnight sky, at the full moon, at the figure who was decidedly not Villain kneeling over them.
They blinked. “Who are you?”
“Who am I? Who are you, and what are you doing on my roof?” The stranger said, their voice frantic as they caught sight of the seeping red liquid starting to pool. The stranger didn’t give Vigilante time to answer, instead, they picked them up in a surprisingly gentle embrace and raced for the roof access.
Vigilante stared at the panicked face with some amusement as the stranger set them on a couch, ran off, and returned with a small medical kit. With surprisingly little hesitation the stranger cut away Vigilante’s suit to begin treating the wound.
Then they froze, staring at the vibrant green lines tracing Vigilante's skin. The color was almost iridescent against the already red skin.
"What the hell is that?" the stranger asked, hands hovering over Vigilante's abdomen, less certain how to proceed. "I thought you had just been stabbed."
Vigilante looked at the wound, "more like slashed." They paused, surprised at the visible green streaks, they weren't exactly surprised the blade had been poisoned as well but they hadn't expected it to be so visible. Whatever they had thought they would say next died on their lips, after all, they also had no idea what the green was. Just death, and pain. "You should call the police, wouldn't want people thinking your murdered me." They cut off, throat burning from the pain of forcing out a complete sentence. Definitely not because they had just reminded themselves of their impending death.
The stranger didn't react at first, staring at Vigilante's face in the room's bright light. Then they started cleaning the wound. Ignoring Vigilante's weak struggles. "I think, if I called the police they'd probably arrest you. . . just, don't die on me okay?"
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31st Story
Part 2
TW: Captivity, implied past torture, blood mention, restraints, mistrust, starvation mention, defiant whumpee, corrupt system, knife
Heyyy! Long-time no see. I blame college 100% because it takes up all my time, seriously. Happy New Year tho 💙
Villain could tell himself he was already used to the cold, hard embrace of the dull rock of his cell, to the claustrophobia-inducing lack of windows, to the fact that the only times he ever got to see the light was when someone walked in to beat him senseless, a feat made incredibly easy with the help of the chains that shackled his wrists and ankles, not allowing for much movement.
He could pretend that being covered in blood and filth, dazed and starving, was nothing to him, that the maddening urge to find out what time it was wasn't gnawing at him torturously.
"In here, wishful thinking is all you are capable of," a sunken-faced, old prisoner had told him before he was thrown into his personal hellhole. He hadn't said anything, but he'd believed the old hag to be weak and hopeless, and thus so was her sentiment.
Right now, all he wondered was if he'd break even faster than that woman might have. The villain screwed his eyes shut, hoping it would stop the chain of thoughts poisoning his mind, but all that did was make him think clearer, every disturbing image he tried so desperately to expel growing clearer and more vivid by the moment.
It was bad enough handling the physical pain, where every time he so much as shifted his form slightly, the tormented muscles in his back would scream in protest. But the physical side was tolerable, compared to being left at the mercy of his mind; a cruel, sinister thing.
So consumed he was in his own reverie, he hadn't even noticed as the door to his cell was unlocked, at least not until the light skirting around the corner had him snapping his eyes open and sitting up.
"This doesn't look good on you," a silky, almost serpentine voice called out.
"Superhero?" he asked, despising the note of trepidation in his voice.
"No. Just her lacklustre twin," she scoffed.
"Vigilante," he deduced with a slight fall of his shoulders in relief. It's not that he believed Vigilante would treat him well, it's just that no one could rival Superhero in cruelty.
"Still ever the genius," she responded dryly.
"What do you want?" he asked, almost desperate. If she was here to torment him, he wanted her to get over with it. It was becoming progressively more difficult to bear the state in which he was in, the one chock-full of waiting and thinning patience, of hoping the pain would start so it could end, that this time would pass faster.
Except it never did.
"It's strange seeing someone normally so high and mighty like this," she attested, dodging his question.
The older version of him would have let out a frustrated snarl and cussed her out for annoying him, but now all he could do was bite his tongue and stare at her with his new resting face, broken and defeated.
"Well, I'm not here to hurt you," she said, folding her arms across her chest.
That was a response, albeit an indirect one. And of course, she wasn't here to hurt him. She was here to make sure he was comfortable, that he was enjoying his five-star stay in this resort in hell.
Sucks to have an army of enemies and not a single semblance of a friend.
He and Vigilante hadn't really had any direct bad blood, but he was a villain locked up in here, so by default, he was supposed to be her enemy, right? It didn't matter who walked in here or whether they knew him or not. They just loved to see him break, to see him, once so relentlessly powerful, reduced to less than nothing. Perhaps it brought them a sort of sick satisfaction, but he didn't know much about satisfaction anymore to judge.
"I'm going to get you out of here," she said casually, like promising him the impossible was some sort of small punishment, nothing to tear himself up about. Maybe she could rival her sister in cruelty.
Without warning, a hysterical laugh escaped his throat, only for him to bite his lip and stop abruptly, trying to clamp a hand over his mouth only for him to remember he was chained up.
Vigilante's face fell, and his own had silent tears streaming down it. He felt as though he couldn't breathe, as though bricks were raining down on his shoulders and crushing his bones into nothing. His whole being seemed to itch with dread.
"Villain?" Vigilante called out, looking a mixture of confused and horrified.
"Just get over with it! Torture me until the floor runs red with my blood, tell me how death is a mercy above vermin like myself, and tell me to take it with a smile. Hit me harder when I can't bring myself to do it. Hit me until I feel all the pain of death but never attain it. Remember my current words as defiance, as another crime I've committed. I think watching me be humbled to the nothing I truly am will entertain you as any show would," he spat, only for regret to colour his features just as fast.
"Damn it. Villain, I don't want to do. . .any of this to you," Vigilante started, careful, trying for a semblance of gentle, something she was never particularly good at. "Like I said, I'm going to get you out of here," she continued again, hoping the stern tone indicated she was serious and not somehow going to torture him.
She'd never particularly liked him, mainly because he'd always been ice-cold, calculated to a point he seemed inhuman at times, no emotion whatsoever showing up on his face, besides a cool smugness. And by virtue of all the terrible things he'd done, all the blood on his hands. And yet, he was far from the worst thing out there, and most definitely not the villain in her story.
"And let's pretend you're telling the truth, which is completely fine by me because any mercy I've ever had here has always been a pretence, a figment of my imagination, you know. What could you possibly gain from this?" He raised an eyebrow, bearing a small resemblance to his usual self. Well, at least there was a slight amount of fight left in him, even if he was clearly holding back tears now.
But the villain's question wasn't completely outlandish. Vigilante did want something from him, but it wasn't a favour he would ever come to hate. "I need your help. My sister may seem like the goddamn tooth fairy to those who don't know better, but we know what her regime is really doing. This isn't about fighting crime, it's about her insatiable addiction to power."
"And where do I belong here?" The villain's voice still held the same disbelieving tone, his shoulders managing to tense even further.
"You're one of the few people who challenged her, Villain. And as much as it pains me to say it, you're a good strategist," she explained, even though she knew she'd barely convinced him in the slightest.
"I can't be the only one fitting that description, but I can be the only one owing you a favour too," he answered. Even if he didn't look half as confident, half as untouchable as before, the criminal was still just as clever. But it also meant he wasn't believing her anytime soon. Still, he wasn't wrong. The villain may not have smelled like roses all the time, but he'd be loyal to make sure they were even; a man of his word.
"What's it gonna be, Villain? Come with me or stay here?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest, growing impatient.
Well, it didn't make sense for her to give him a choice if she was going to torture him, but sense no longer governed things in his mind, letting a fearful apprehension replace it, no matter how humiliating. The choice could easily be an illusion, another cruel joke in this comedy skit from the filthiest parts of hell.
But it could be a chance, and he was desperate. So desperate he'd risk feeling even further degraded when she laughed in his face and put him through whatever torment she'd have planned.
"Fine," he answered, looking up at her with trepidation in his eyes. He could already feel the regret tasting like salt on his tongue and the burn of acid at the back of his throat he recognised as shame.
So when the sound of his chains being unlocked rang in his ears, and the vigilante helped him up, the feeling of surprise was palpable.
"I just need to handcuff you while they can see us," she explained, noticing how slowly the villain nodded, mistrust still burning in his eyes.
She didn't like how weightless he seemed against her, barely able to walk. She hadn't fought him much, but she clearly remembered that while his frame was somewhat slender, the villain's build still used to be athletic. It was no surprise he'd deteriorated, but that didn't make his fate any less cruel.
"I'm moving him to the other facility," she announced, practically dragging the half-starved villain with her, the only response being curt nods from the guards.
They were lucky that no one here would dare question Superhero and by default, her sister, if they could even tell the difference between both.
And sure enough, there was an entry documented into the other facility, done with the help of a few handsomely paid workers. And while Superhero wouldn't buy into the lie for long, it would at least make sure she didn’t notice immediately that something was up.
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The drive to Vigilante's house was almost torturously long and reeking of the tension of two people who weren't used to each other. The villain ran his fingers over his wrists, now free of handcuffs, but they still hurt. All of him hurt, a constant, dull pain that he was almost used to, but that didn't mean he didn't miss the times where he could remember moments without aches all over his body.
That was only the least of it anyway.
"I think you'd want to clean up," the vigilante had suggested when they'd got to her house.
Instead of an off-hand "yeah" like he'd meant to, the first words that foolishly came tumbling out of his mouth were: "I can?"
This wasn't an option they gave him back there, and soon enough he'd stopped caring entirely.
"Oh," Vigilante had responded, giving him a solemn look. "I mean, yes, of course you can," she corrected hastily.
He nodded, quite literally shoving himself into the bathroom and swallowing down the awkward shame in his throat.
He'd grown so accustomed to pain that he'd barely even noticed the sting of the hot water on his open, practically fresh wounds, or how the shower water underneath him turned a dull pink. He was a lot more focused on how his sore muscles relaxed with the heat, how he seemed to get lighter with all the dirt off him, good sensations having become foreign to him in the time of his captivity.
He walked out to find a change of clothes (his clothes) on the bed in the room outside, catching his reflection in the mirror, bruises lining his cheekbones and jaw and heavy, dark circles underneath his eyes. The villain simply ignored the old memories of himself taking the time to style his hair and care for his skin, his mind hardwired for survival, looking around the room for anything he could use in case he had to defend himself.
Not that Vigilante was stupid enough for that.
Still, if she wished to hurt him, she could've done it faster, could've done it earlier. Maybe the villain wouldn't trust her blindly, but so far, he hated her less bitterly than he hated everyone else.
"How'd you get these?" he asked, walking out, looking down at the black zip-up hoodie and black sweats.
Vigilante shrugged. "From your place."
"You broke into my- whatever." It wasn't the strangest part about the situation now. "What are we supposed to do?"
"I think you need to rest," she suggested.
And she was entirely correct, given his exhaustion and how the shower had made him somewhat sleepy, so he nodded his head, walking into "his" room and waiting until she walked up to her room, waiting until he could walk out and check if she'd slept, and once he was sure, he walked into the kitchen, picking up a knife and bringing it to his room.
The villain knew it was scummy, but he wasn't about to risk being hurt again, and if the vigilante truly had good intentions, the knife would never be put to use. Still, the villain had managed to fall into a fitful sleep, still better than any night he spent curled up on a cold, hard floor.
Trust is never easy, especially for those who have been hurt one too many times. But people were not made to live forever encased in solitude, a safe option to the blind and foolish, but never a permanent solution. And while taking a risk in times of suffering might seem like a wretched fate, sometimes it is the lifeline you need to breathe again.
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The Darkside: Part 4
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Warning: mentions of physical torture and trauma, a somewhat grafic description of rape in the 2nd chapter, blood, broken bones, healing and aftercare for Villain, revenge, murder & death(s).
Sneaking back into the city wasn’t particularly difficult. Finding their former friends fast asleep in their beds wasn’t hard either. Kidnapping them and hanging them up by their toes in an abandoned building was almost too easy. Making several deliberate cuts and leaving them to bleed out as they beg for mercy was... a delight. The one thing that was actually hard was not letting them die. Not that easy. Not by Hero’s hands.
They smile to themselves as they dismount their motorcycle in front of the cabin. They left their former fellows chained upside down, helpless and slowly bleeding. They wouldn’t die. But they wouldn’t have enough strength to free themselves. Not until Hero returned, anyway. They grab their bag and stride into the cabin, directly to the kitchen. Villain is still asleep, so they make coffee to keep themselves awake and start preparing breakfast.
“You’re back.” The statement catches Hero off-guard. They whip around, smiling at how dishevelled Villain’s hair is. As if noticing their gaze, Villain runs a hand through their untamed curls.
“Morning,” Hero smiles, gesturing for them to sit down. Villain visibly limps, and Hero has to turn away to give them privacy. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
“You were gone for a while,” Villain states, their eyes narrow as they watch Hero’s back stiffen. They manage to find a comfortable position before elaborating. “I needed a shower before going to sleep. It took some time. You still weren’t back.”
“The closest town is quite far away,” Hero lies. They can feel Villain’s eyes boring into the back of their skull and turn around, forcing a smile onto their face. “Did you need anything?”
Villain shakes their head, falling into silence as Hero serves breakfast and sits on the opposite side of the table. They can tell something is troubling Villain but avoid pushing by focusing on their food. Villain does the same for a while, partly because they are starving after god knows how many days without a proper meal.
“I appreciate everything you did for me,” Villain starts out of the blue. They are back in the living room, sitting with their back to the fireplace because their hair is still quite damp. Hero smiles at them from the sofa. “But that doesn’t erase what they did.”
Hero nods once, expecting Villain to continue. They do not, seemingly deep in thought. “Why are you saying that?” The question drags Villain’s attention back to the outer world. They glance at Hero for a moment, examining their countenance before speaking up again.
“I’m past any reservations, Hero.” Determination is evident on their face, but that wasn’t exactly new to Hero. Villain clears their throat. “You can’t hold me back anymore.”
The wheels in Hero’s brain halt for a second, then start motion in reverse. They shrug. “Who says I want to?”
Villain’s expression is serious yet concerned. They wonder if their nemesis understood at all. “What?”
“I want you to unleash your rage on them,” Hero says matter-of-factly like that doesn’t mean eliminating their entire base and killing their mentor. “And I want to help.”
“Okay...” Villain is still processing the proposition. Since when do you have no problem with homicide? They are about to ask just that when Hero interrupts their deliberation again. The excitement in their voice makes the hair on Villain’s nape stand.
“So, where do we start?” Hero paces the room before stopping by the window. Villain doesn’t exactly have a plan as of now, but that is the least of their worries, it seems. “Cause I might have done... something.”
They dart across the hall, leaning against the wall as Hero unlocks the metal door. It was only two hours ago that Hero revealed what they had done. Now, they are about to face two of the most respected crime fighters in the city. They walk into a dark cellar, waiting for their nemesis to turn the lights on. The scene that opens before their eyes would be disturbing in other circumstances. Right now, it brings a smile to their face. They watch their captors dangling from the ceiling, blood dripping down their arms and pooling under them. Hero stays behind, watching them approach the heroes, dagger in hand. They crouch down to be face level with them, dragging the blade across one’s cheek. The man whimpers, choking on their own tears.
“Can’t even bring yourself to beg for mercy, can you?“ Villain asks, turning their attention to the woman that stepped on their throat while Superhero smashed their hand. “You know you don’t deserve it.”
She lets out a muffled moan, nodding. Villain tilts their head, thinking for a moment. Then they rise, throw a short glance at Hero and release the chains, allowing their prisoners to land on the floor in a pile of twisted limbs. Hero remains silent.
“I’m not going to kill you. You don’t deserve even that.” They cut the “thank-yous” short, ordering the heroes to shut it. “The only thing I regret is that Hero had to dirty their hands in your rotten blood.”
One of them tries to apologize, to come with an excuse of being forced by their boss, but Hero interrupts, stepping forward. “You will run without a glance back. Cause if you do, I won’t be as kind as Villain. I can promise you that much.”
Their voice sends a shiver down Villain’s spine. They want to ask how Hero knew taxidermy cuts. Did Superhero teach them? Or perform those on them as punishment? Villain isn’t sure they are ready to learn the answers to the questions circling in their mind. What they are sure of is that no one can survive those cuts, not after bleeding out for so long.
They reach the headquarters by sunset. Infiltrating the facility takes less than twenty minutes. They locate Superhero in the interrogation room and shut down the lights in the building, locking themselves in. When Hero swings the door open, Superhero doesn’t even turn to face them. It’s only when the door shuts behind Villain’s back that he reacts.
“Lovely of you to show up,” he smirks at Villain, then turns his attention to Hero with sickening satisfaction in his eyes. “I’m glad you delivered, pet.”
Villain’s blood freezes in their veins. They stiffen, watching Hero nod, then round the table to stand by Superhero’s side. No. It feels as if boiling water was poured over their head burning them to the bones. Their eyes start to water, and Villain blinks, unable to comprehend what is happening. No.
“What’s the matter, dove?” Superhero tilts his head and barks out a laugh, gesturing towards his apprentice. “Did you think they were helping you for real?
Hero doesn’t meet their eyes. Villain’s breath hitches in their throat, heartbeat frantic. They can feel their blood thumping in their temples. Their vision blurs, and they don’t even know if it’s tears or their body shutting down in shock. The room is spinning. They know they are outnumbered, but they also know they have nothing left to lose. And they won’t go down without a fight.
“How naive,” the condescending tone awakes something absolutely feral in Villain. Their entire body vibrates with rage. They clench their jaw, pressing their lips together to hide the tremor that runs through them. “That’s what I always liked about you, Villain. You play fair. And I make up my own rules.”
Villain’s mind is reeling, wailing in their head because they cannot fathom how dumb they were. They shake their head despite the lump in their throat that is threatening to explode into sobs with every passing second. They were so, so stupid to get deceived that easily, to believe the enemy, to trust someone trained by the very person that ruined them.
Hero takes a step back, gesturing for Superhero to proceed. The man smiles, nodding in appreciation.
“Tell me, Hero, what would you like in reward for such a lovely gift?” He reaches for the handcuffs and licks his lips, a disgusting smile plastered on his face. “A taste of them, maybe? I could let you use them all you want, for torture or pleasure. I’ve had my fun with them.”
Villain growls, low and raving. Hero knows they will not hesitate to kill themselves if in a desperate situation. Villain draws their dagger, ready to fight for life or death. Superhero moves towards them, and that’s when Hero springs into action. Villain barely registers the movement when Hero grabs Superhero by the neck and bends him over the table, banging his head against it several times. They use a combat knife to nail one of Superhero’s hands to the table, cutting through the metal and disregarding the anguished roar from their mentor.
“How about I let Villain do whatever they please to you?” Hero kicks the back of Superhero’s knees, making his legs buckle and smashing his face with a fist until it’s covered in blood, nose fractured in multiple places.
“What are you doing, pet?” The man wheezes out, struggling to pull himself up. “Have you forgotten which side you belong on?”
“I know perfectly well which side I am on.” Hero restricts his free hand, cuffing it to the table leg. “ It’s you that has lost it.”
Villain is too dumbfounded to react. They stare with mouth agape, their brain refusing to process what is happening until Hero looks up at them. The expression in their eyes is batshit crazy.
“We’ll talk about the fact that you believed I’d betray you later,” their breathing is laboured as they speak; voice laced with emotions that Villain is unable to discern. “Right now, he is yours.”
Hero gets off Superhero’s back and walks to stand by the door. Villain is motionless for a long moment before attacking with demented madness. They make cuts, one after another, the same ones Hero used on their coworkers earlier, except deeper and more painful.
“You know what this is, don’t you?” Villain asks. Superhero snarls, muttering curses under his breath. Villain twists his hair between their fingers, bending his back, causing the handle of the knife in his hand to tear into the flesh. “Like how it feels?”
They circle around the table, bending down to look Superhero in the eyes with chilling calmness. “Should I show you what the rest of what you did to me felt like?” The man laments, trying everything to fight back as Villain drags their gun along his spine. “Let’s see how you like it, huh?”
Hero steps out of the room. They catch a glimpse of the gun barrel and try not to think what Villain plans to use it for as they shut the door. They can hear the muffled cries and curses as Villain rips him apart for hours. Hero stays by the door for the entirety of it, pacing back and forth in expectation of a gunshot that’s never heard. They dare not open the door until Villain calls on them. It’s past midnight.
When they walk in, Superhero is still alive and bent over the table; an expression of utter madness stains their face. Hero realizes his hand is no longer pierced by their knife when Villain hands it to them. Hero’s face is stern when they nod in agreement and position themselves behind Superhero. They fist his hair, arching the man’s back and making him face Villain.
“Get a good look - they are the reason for your demise,” Hero growls into his ear before slashing his throat, cutting it open and watching blood gushing onto the table. They let go when Superhero’s body stops shaking.
They are seated on a rooftop when Hero presses a button on their phone. Villain is gobsmacked as they watch the headquarters crush down, burying Superhero’s body under tons of concrete and debris. They gaze at Hero with wide eyes, anticipating a grain of regret or sorrow but catch none. All Hero offers them is a small smile of relief.
Villain did not expect to find a friend in their foe or to become allies with the enemy. They did not anticipate the sudden change in their consistently cheerful and kind nemesis. They couldn’t have imagined how unhinged Hero can get once pushed hard enough. And they certainly wouldn’t have pictured themselves being the reason for that. Yet, when the sun comes up next morning, colouring the sky in hues of warm yellow, they sit on the porch of their cabin with a cup of coffee in hand and a friend by their side, watching the outline of the city on the horizon. A city rid of criminal minds and sadistic saviours. A city now free.
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This ended up pretty long and cruel, I hope you won’t mind either of those. Felt quite new to me as well, especially on this blog. You’ll be deciding what the next story is, so feel free to vote and let me know what you’d like to see.
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House Guest (Superheroes) TW Past Abuse, Implied Self Harm
There was something so serene about it, which was strange. Rapid sat in an armchair, staring out of the windows and watching as the rain poured down on the city outside. To her right, a fugitive laid fast asleep, curled up on the pull-out couch.
There was no fear or anger in the room, just gentle snores and the sound of rain.
The first aid kit, scissors, needle and thread, and melted ice packs still laid on the coffee table, but Rapid was too tired to get up and put them away.
When did Rapid let herself become a safe haven for villains? First it was Violet, which, fine, she owed Violet a favor, but this? The man --boy, more accurately-- that she had let sleep on her couch was a pretty new villain admittedly, his only crimes being a few burglaries, but Rapid couldn't help but lament her bleeding heart.
His name was Orias, kind of an ironic name given how small he was. Without his mask and cowl he was about as intimidating as a puppy. Picking out your cover name was a rite of passage at this point, Rapid's name had come from her super speed. Once the boy woke up she'd have to ask where his name came from.
Sirens rang outside, moving along as quickly as they came. Villains were nothing new, but Pharaoh's goons had been more active lately. Rapid had to pull Orias out from underneath a group of henchman.
Some of the wounds on Orias were older, though. Healed cuts on his arms, cigarette burns on his shoulders and back, things that someone doesn't just get by accident.
More questions for when he woke up, Rapid supposed.
Rapid stood up, throwing another blanket over Orias's body and beginning to pick up the medical supplies.
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vigilante begging hero to team up with them to take villain down and hero having to explain that it's already been taken care of
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The Stranger
EEEEEK!!! I love this one so much. The stranger is my favourite OC so far so I hope you enjoy! Expect more soon —- maybe.
This is not a prompt
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Vigilante was there when the mayor’s son stepped out into a line of traffic, dragging him to safety while risking his life. The mayor called the cops not two seconds after, and once Vigilante made sure the kid was safe they were gone.
This was a usual occurrence. Save the civilians of the city from imminent danger or death, have them recognise you as vigilante, and then have the cops descend upon you until you run as fast as you can on your noble feet.
What wasn’t a usual occurrence was the increase in people suddenly have suicidal tendencies and the fog the vigilante witnessed clear from their bloodshot eyes had gotten to vigilante. It was time the heroes knew about this, vigilante couldn’t do it alone anymore.
There was no thanks in the city. Not for unlicensed heroes. Not for vigilantes, as they have been named in the papers.
That’s why Vigilante was on the roof tonight. Waiting for hero, their usual rendezvous that Vigilante hadn’t been making for the last couple weeks, by no fault of hero.
Footsteps on the roof. Vigilante kept looking forward. Out of their periphery they expected to see a familiar face. What they instead saw was a tall imposing figure sidle up beside them.
Vigilante jerked forward, spinning to face the stranger.
“Who the fuck are you?” Vigilante asked.
The stranger cracked a half smile, reaching into their pocket. Vigilante immediately went on guard, but the stranger let out a soft chuckle as they pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
“Relax,” the stranger drawled. Popping open the box and taking a cigarette in their teeth before pocketing the pack again. The stranger waved their hand again, waving away Vigilante’s worries.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” the stranger continued, flicking open a zippo lighter and lighting their cigarette with sure hands.
Vigilante looked the stranger up and down. They were dressed well, a dress shirt and warm looking grey duffle coat. Their hair was immaculate, their eyes cool and full of amusement as they watched vigilante observe them.
“Why are you here?” Vigilante asked, voice laced with suspicion.
“You’ve been a very naughty little hero wannabe, vigilante. Got on my radar. Not a good radar to get on, but a very prestigious one so I do admire you for it.”
“For what?” Vigilante snapped, already tired with the strangers pretension.
The strangers eyes flashed dangerous. Crossing their long legs as they drew a languid hand up to their mouth and took a drag, their eyes dancing with a savage glee the more impatient Vigilante got.
“Your meddling,” the stranger answered simply, exhaling a lungful of smoke into the night air.
“Listen, I’m getting tired of your shit, and I’m meeting someone so-“
“Oh,” the stranger laughed, slapping a hand to their forehead. “Oh I almost forgot, of course. You’re meeting dear Hero aren’t you? Hero! You can come out now!”
Vigilante’s heart felt like it just got a dagger plunged into it. Was this superhero? Did they find out about hero and vigilante’s meetings? That’s why the stranger was so smug.
All that melted away when they saw hero step onto the roof. They were definitely hero. There was no doubt. But it didn’t feel like hero. Vigilante glanced at the stranger who smiled, and then looked at hero.
“Hero?” Vigilante asked, as hero went to stand beside the stranger. Vigilante took a step forward and the stranger stood, leaning to whisper something in hero’s ear.
Hero stared at vigilante the entire time, and vigilante cursed to themself before approaching the pair.
“Hero what the-“
The stranger got in Vigilante’s way and Vigilante threw a good solid fist to the stranger’s cheek. The stranger caught vigilante’s fist and vigilante’s attention was suddenly on them instead of hero.
“That’s not very nice, vigilante. How on earth do you make friends with this attitude?” The stranger tsked, throwing vigilante’s fist back with such force vigilante had to step back.
“This whole mystery act is getting pretty tiring. Who are you? Why are you here? How do you know me?”
“I know you,” the stranger began, dropping their cigarette and crushing it under foot their eyes turning dark, as they continued advancing on vigilante. “Because you’re the little thorn in my side that keeps fucking up my carefully thought out projects.”
For every step forward the stranger took, vigilante took one back.
“What projects?” Vigilante spat, “What did say to hero?”
“I’d worry more about yourself vigilante.”
“Thought you said you weren’t going to hurt me.”
“That was before you threw the first punch.”
Vigilante feigned left then dodged to the right around the stranger going to hero who was approaching the edge of the roof.
“Hero!” Vigilante yelled, before getting dragged back by their collar. Vigilante turned in the stranger’s grip, grabbing their wrist for leverage as they planted both their feet on the stranger’s chest running up it and planting a kick on the stranger’s chin.
The stranger released them and vigilante used the momentum to flip feet over head and turn back to hero.
“Vigilante?” The stranger said and against their better judgement the vigilante turned. When they met the stranger’s eyes it was as if they had vertigo. The entire roof turned dizzying melting into sky with the black spots clouding their vision. “Stay.”
The vigilante didn’t want to listen, they didn’t. But that voice… that command was the only thing stopping the world from spinning so vigilante froze in place and when their brain caught up with them they found they couldn’t move a muscle.
“Wh- what the fuck?” Vigilante cried, eyes focused on the stranger who was holding their jaw with their hand. The stranger’s eyes met vigilante’s frightened ones and they grinned.
“You are one piece of work,” the stranger said, voice cheerful despite everything while Vigilante’s mind was at war with itself, trying to urge their foot to just move!
But it didn’t.
They stood rooted to the roof. Watching as the stranger came towards them, fixing their coat as they bent low to look vigilante in the eye.
“Strange, isn’t it? The feeling of not having control over your own body. Your own actions,” the stranger said, voice airy and contemplative. The stranger looked at something behind Vigilante and stood straight. “That’s far enough, hero.”
“If you hurt them-“
The stranger’s gaze cut into Vigilante, all snide and smug and mocking. They cocked a brow, “You’ll what? What could you do right now? Stare at me?”
The stranger reached out to grab Vigilante’s chin, even though vigilante felt themself move back. The instinct was there. But their body wouldn’t obey them.
The stranger’s fingers were cold and took Vigilante’s chin in a bruising grip, lifting their face enough to put strain on their neck. “Hmph. Still defiant.”
“You’re behind all the brainwashing cases,” said Vigilante. The stranger’s eyes shined with interest, and a sardonic kind of knowing. “The influx of suicide.”
“How can I be responsible for suicide, Vigilante?” The stranger asked, tilting their head. “The word implies the act of killing oneself. Singular.”
“Yeah. Singular. Because you’re the only one doing it.”
The stranger smiled again. “I like you, Vigilante. I didn’t expect to. But you’re very entertaining. Come, look at hero for me.”
That infectious voice penetrated vigilante’s ears like a missile, echoing and ringing and bouncing off the corners of their skull until their feet turned to face Hero, still standing on the edge of the roof. Feet half off the edge. Zombified.
Vigilante’s heart lurched at seeing them like that. So unlike the hero they knew. Hero was good. They shouldn’t be here. It was all vigilante’s fault. They should be the one at the edge not their hero and they couldn’t even lift a finger to stop the stranger.
The stranger threw a casual arm around Vigilante’s shoulders and sighed.
“You know,” the stranger began. “I did intend on just making you watch Hero die and then kill you after, but… with our chat I changed my mind. Hero. Come over here.”
Hero obeyed. Silent. And the closer they got to vigilante the more vigilante could see hero’s eyes. Bloodshot and foggy. Not in control.
“Forget everything, sweet hero. Forget your meeting with vigilante-“
“Hey! No!” Vigilante protested, but the stranger clamped a hand over Vigilante’s mouth, turning their head to look vigilante in the eye.
“Silence.”
They didn’t remove the hand from Vigilante’s mouth, but turned to face Hero again.
“Sorry about that hero. You will forget your meeting with vigilante. Meeting me. The roof. Everything that happened after you left your house tonight. You don’t need to worry about vigilante.”
Vigilante’s heart hammered against their throat, unable to move or resist in anyway. The bastard had even taken their voice! Now hero was going to forget they were ever here.
Vigilante wanted nothing more than to rip the bastard’s hand off them and scream at the top of their lungs, but they couldn’t move. Not even an inch. They just had to stand here and watch.
“When you go home tonight it will be like you had a quiet night in. Now go, little hero. Before I change my mind. Get home safe.”
Hero was off the roof in a matter of seconds.
The stranger turned to Vigilante then, eyes wide like a cats watching a laser.
“You, Vigilante. I’m taking home with me.”
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Continued here
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(Part 3! Continuing from here)
Hero was acting strange, and Sidekick knew he was hiding something.
It all started almost a month ago. Hero had gone out on a mission in the middle of the night, one that he assured Sidekick that he wouldn't need help on. Sidekick thought nothing of it, and went back to sleep. When he woke up the next morning, Hero's car was in the driveway, but he couldn't find him anywhere. It wasn't until hours later that he emerged from the cellar, locking the door behind him. Sidekick asked how the mission went, and received a smile.
"It went perfectly."
Then Hero started going into the cellar every day. Sometimes several times a day. Sidekick wasn't really concerned at first. He honestly just assumed he was working on a new suit or some plans or something. But... then he saw Hero with blood on him one day. Not just blood, but brass knuckles too.
"Hero! Are you okay? What happened--"
"I'm fine, Sidekick. Don't worry about it."
"But, there's blood on your hands. Did you hurt yourself down there? Is there anything I can do?"
Hero glared so harshly at Sidekick that he immediately falls silent.
"Don't. Worry about it. Understood?"
Sidekick nodded quickly as Hero walked away, towards his room. "And get ready, we're going out to find Villain."
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Sidekick waited in the car after knocking Villain down. He was anxious, not because he was worried for Hero's safety, but because something felt so wrong. So lost in thought, he didn't even see Hero approaching and jumped when the door opened.
"How'd it go?"
Hero grinned. "I think my little talk got through to Villain." He said simply as he started to drive off. Sidekick looked out the window, trying to just zone out, but his eyes immediately locked onto a figure in the alley they'd all just fought in. It was Villain, collapsed to the ground and sobbing while clutching something close to his chest. Sidekick's eyes widened.
What did Hero do?
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For another two weeks, everything was good. Villain hadn't tried any type of "evil plan" since their last encounter. And Hero was infinitely happier than Sidekick had ever seen him before.
He was always very happy when he came back up from the cellar... or even going down. Sometimes he'd even bring food and water with him, along with blades and other weapons.
Sidekick couldn't stand it anymore. He had to know what the hell was happening down there. He waited until Hero went out for the day, and snatched the key to the cellar from his office.
It took him half an hour to build up the courage to actually go down there. He'd never disobeyed Hero before, but he just knew something was happening. Something bad. Did Hero have an animal kept down there? Was he abusing it? The thought made him sick.
The reality made him even sicker.
Sidekick moved carefully and quietly down the stairs, trying to calm his nerves. The first thing he noticed was an odd sound. Like a... whimpering. It was coming from a closed door towards the end of the cellar. As Sidekick walked towards it, his gaze flickered around the various areas of the cellar. Most of it looked like a normal cellar, some storage and even a section specifically for wine. But he also picked up on some unsettling things. Like the chains attached to the ceiling. And a blood trail that led towards the door. And a camera station set up pointed towards a wall, where there was also a large puddle of dried blood.
The quiet noises continued as Sidekick approached the door. It... it didn't sound like an animal. He opened the door with a shaking hand, pushing it open, and froze as soon as he saw what was in front of him.
It wasn't an animal. It was a person. A person tied up and lying on a ratty, stained cot. He was covered in bruises, blood, and wounds that were haphazardly bandaged. He'd been stripped of whatever clothes he had, minus a pair of boxers. A cloth gag kept him mostly silent, besides the tiny whimpers of pain. His curly red hair was stuck to his face with sweat and blood-- wait, curly red hair?
"Vigilante?!"
He opened his eyes, looking at Sidekick. He looked so pained, so scared-- but he looked absolutely horrified when his gaze shifted to something behind Sidekick.
"Sidekick. I thought I told you not to come down here."
Hero's voice was far too calm, and... almost playful.
Sidekick spun around.
"Hero! What the FUCK is this?! What are you doing to Vigilante?!"
"He's here for an important reason. As an insurance policy."
Insurance-- Sidekick couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
Hero stepped forward, and Sidekick flinched when he heard the noise of fear from Vigilante.
"Come now, Sidekick. You're smart. Open your damn eyes! Villain hasn't tried anything in almost a month! If we keep Vigilante here, Villain won't even attempt to do anything. It's the ultimate insurance policy to keep him docile."
"But why are you hurting him?! He didn't do anything wrong!"
"It doesn't fucking matter that he didn't!" Hero's yell caused both Sidekick and Vigilante to tense. "Vigilante is completely innocent but that doesn't fucking matter! I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. I'm the hero! If I want to kidnap and torture the weak-ass Villain's little boy toy while Villain is aware and unable to do anything, then I will!"
Sidekick couldn't speak. Couldn't move. Could hardly breathe. How could a hero be so cruel and heartless?
"Now," Hero walked forward and grabbed Sidekick by the throat, "I think you should take a few days off. And when you come back, we'll pretend nothing ever happened. Our little guest will still be here, but you'll ignore his existence. Got it?"
When Sidekick finally nodded, the hand on his throat was released. He wasted no time in leaving, not even glancing back at Vigilante, who let out a broken sob. Sidekick left the cellar, then the house, and took off as fast as he could to Villain's house.
He wasn't going to let Hero get away with this.
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lashing out
day 8 of @whumptember
618 words
warnings: teenage whumpee, implied abuse, conditioned response, cursing
part one | part two | part three | part five | part six
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Villain finally takes down Hero’s ‘we left, he’s with me now <3’ note off of the fridge and lays it on the counter, not quite ready to completely forget about what had happened only a month ago. He smiles softly and dials Hero’s number.
Her voicemail runs and he nods along until the beep, “Hey, Hero! I’m just checking in on you and Vigilante. I know you’re keeping him safe and I don’t have anything to worry about, but I just want to talk with him if he wants to. Anyway…just get back to me, thanks!”
He sets the phone on his table and swings the refrigerator door open and bends down to find something to eat. With a small, contented chuckle he grabs pizza from the shelf and takes a bite.
Villain’s phone rings, Hero’s number is on the display. He smiles, sets the pizza down on a napkin and answers, “Hey! Glad you were able to-”
“Villain?” someone whispers.
After a moment, Villain recognizes the voice. Under the hoarseness and fear, it was Vigilante. “Vigilante? Are you alright? Where’s Hero?”
Rustling comes from his end and Villain can tell he’s running. “I need you to come get me. I’m running to the lot behind the forest next to Hero’s base. Please.”
“Y-yeah,” Villain stutters. “I’ll…I’m leaving right now. Hang tight.”
Instead of an answer, the phone falls to the ground and Villain can hear as it crashes against something hard and breaks. Without wasting a second, Villain grabs his keys and jacket, pulling his jacket on as he runs down the stairs of his apartment building.
He ignores the shouts from neighbors, and mutters apologies to the others in the hallway that he barrels past. The elevator goes too slow, so he gets off after two stories and flies down the barely used stairwell and makes it to his car in record time.
The lot by Hero’s base has never been a welcoming place, and the sun going down and the new moon shining no light definitely didn’t help. Vigilante sits against a tree trunk with his knees drawn tightly to his chest, vigilantly searching for anything coming for him.
By some miracle, he sees Villain’s car before he hears it, grateful that he took the time to take note of the keys in Villain’s coin dish by the front door.
He almost laughs and stands up, stumbling to the middle of the lot where Villain parks the car. Villain steps out of the car and Vigilante collapses in his arms.
“Thank you for coming,” he sobs. Villain cups the back of his head with a hand and uses the other to open the passenger door and guide him in.
After buckling Vigilante, Villain pulls away and studies him in the low light.
Bruises litter every inch of skin Villain can see. He has barely scabbed over cuts and scrapes. Swollen lip, black eye and a cut on his cheek where blood still trickles out. Villain reaches his hand out, pulling his jacket sleeve over his hand to wipe it away and Vigilante flinches back so aggressively that he hits his head on the headrest.
“Oh my god,” he whispers. “What happened to you?”
Vigilante stares up at him, eyes glazed over, and shakes his head. He pulls the door shut and hugs his knees to his chest.
The ride back to Villain’s apartment is deathly quiet, Villain glances over at Vigilante every few seconds and every time he’s staring blankly forward.
“Vigilante…”
“No.” he snaps. “No. You don’t get to ask.” pulling his knees closer to himself, he shakes his head. “It’s all your fault, you should’ve known. So you don’t get to fucking ask.”
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The Lion and the Mouse - Part 4
Masterlist
Part 3
Here we have the last bit. I really liked these two. This idea kind of came out of no where and I wrote it really fast. Shout out to @whumpsday for being so invested in this story. Your praise fuels me!
Content: Stress position, bruises, broken ribs, escape, accidental cuts, mentions of temporary character death, non-sexual nudity
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The base got really quiet for a while. It woke Kai up though he didn’t think it wise to leave when the lights in the base were still on anyways, so he went back to sleep. When he woke up again, he realized he was getting too big for his first cloak and changed into his new one. He tied floss around his waist to hold it closed and stretched, deciding to go for a walk. He took his rope, tied with a thick button around the end in case he needed to try and grapple it around something, and tucked it into his belt. Now that he was eating and drinking, he was growing faster. He was about the size of a mouse and traveled just was quickly as one. He had energy again, something that the universe had always granted to him quickly enough, and he took off down the vents.
He took new paths, peering out in places. He was now too big to squeeze through most of them, but he didn’t worry about it too much. There were still places where the vents didn’t have grating at all.
After a few hours, he peered out through one grate and recognized a training room. He looked over the equipment and then noticed something moving on the floor. He leaned against the vent cover, trying to see better. The thing moved again and Kai was able to make out the shapes of limbs tied to a pole and in the reflection of the mirrors a face he recognized.
Kai stared in shock for a moment before pushing on the grate to see if it would come loose. It didn’t even budge and Kai went back to staring. After a moment, he left the grate, making his way back to his nest. He’d need to gather everything up for tonight. Hopefully he would be big enough to tie the razor blade to the broken piece of dowel he found so he could carry it. He was going to help Vigil after he knew it was safe. So, he gathered up his things and moved them all to the grate in the training room so he could watch and wait till evening.
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The timed lights went out. Vigil continued to lay on the floor, breathing slowly and purposefully. His chest and neck hurt from every time he’d curled up to look at the door when his mind played tricks on him, telling him someone was there. Besides that, his arms and legs hurt so bad, shaking and clenching as he was forced to hold that agonizing position, slightly curled the wrong way.
He sighed and closed his eyes. Despite everything, he was tired. He was so so tired and everything hurt and wouldn’t let him sleep. He thought about what he would do when he got out of here. He would tell the union, of course. There was no way he was going to let someone like Leshy scare him into silence. He’d tell the union and then wouldn’t leave union custody until Leshy was in jail or dead. Oftentimes, the union didn’t take kindly to offenders and would just send one of the assassins after them to make them disappear quietly, so that would probably be it, especially since a lot of the assassins liked Vigil. He was civil to them where a lot of the vigilantes were not and he was willing to cover for them on dangerous missions, acting as bait or a distraction or whatever else they needed.
He was just imagine how his favorite of the lot, Lily, would probably deal with Leshy after seeing Vigil’s wounds when something touched his face. He flinched back, sucking in a breath and a small figure stumbled and fell.
Vigil crossed his eyes until he could make out the form and realized quickly who it was.
“Kai,” Vigil whispered. “You’re alive!”
Kai nodded, straightening up. He was about as tall as Vigil’s hand and he was grinning. He was dirty, unshaven, and had a strange cloak made from what looked to be lint, but he seemed fine otherwise. He opened up the washcloth he’d been dragging around behind him and pulled out a razor on a stick. He tossed the razor up onto Vigil’s back and hauled himself up. Vigil tried not to twitch so much as he felt small feet crossing his back.
It seemed to take Kai a moment to figure out how he wanted to deal with the situation as he rubbed the razor against the thick leather cuff. Then the small man started swinging and chopping. He kept going for a while, falling over when Vigil flinched involuntarily a couple of times, but he got through the cuff, only making small cuts in Vigil’s wrist as he went.
When the leather snapped, the cuff went through the bar and allowed his other hand down more quickly than he’d expected. The sudden snap also sent Vigil’s legs out straight again, and he saw sparks as pain attacked all through his body at the sudden change.
He could feel Kai crawling over his back, dropping the razor and slowly letting himself down, sitting on the ground to look at his leg. He had a slice cut down his shin that he put pressure on quickly. He must have cut himself falling when Vigil had been freed.
Vigil sucked in a breath. “Sorry.”
Kai just shook his head.
Vigil slowly got to his knees and then got his feet in front of him with some difficulty, tossing the pole aside. He took the razor ax and cut through the rest of the leather cuffs as well. He put it down in Kai’s sack, not wanting to leave evidence that Kai had been there. He picked up the washcloth and everything inside and gently picked Kai up, cupping him in the other hand.
Kai leaned against his fingers as Vigil slowly limped to the door, his knee not agreeing with the movement at all. Despite that, he made it to the hall and then to the front doors. He cupped Kai to his chest to hide him from cameras and passed through the front doors. With that, it was down to his car. He didn’t have his keys, as they were still in his locker, but he had an extra set and an extra phone hidden in a small compartment.
He gently set Kai down, taking a moment to pass him the washcloth bag which Kai pressed against his wound.
Vigil retrieved his keys and phone, sat down, and got out of there.
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Lily was up at all times of the day and night, but she had to sleep sometime. She had just been getting ready for bed at 3:00 Am when she heard the doorbell ring. She tied her robe closed around herself and went to look at her cameras. A familiar figure stood there, maybe a bit hunched and disheveled… and missing shoes.
Surprised, she moved to the door and opened it to find Vigil standing on her doorstep. His face was bruised badly, dried blood around his mouth and nose, lips split in multiple places. He had one hand on his ribs, leaning on one leg more than the other, and in his other hand was a small figure who was swathed in a slightly bloodied washrag.
“Come in, then, and sit down,” she said, not unkindly and Vigil murmured a thank you to her as he did so, sitting heavily on the couch and leaning his head back with a soft moan, setting the small man on the cushions beside him.
“Who’s that?” she asked as she pulled one of her stashed first aid kits from a drawer.
“You remember Kai?” Vigil asked, not looking at her.
“Oh! Right.”
“They were doing terrible things to him,” Vigil said, glancing down at the small man who pulled the cloth from his leg to see if it was still bleeding. “I was helping him escape and, ah, well, I’m sure you know of Leshy’s reputation.”
“Leshy?” she asked, putting down the kit to pull out her phone and take pictures. His eyes were bloodshot behind dark bruises, but he still looked grateful as she did. “Yeah, I’ve heard of him. He did this?”
“Yeah.”
“And you haven’t told the union yet?”
“Nah. Kai literally just got me out.”
Kai gave a little wave as she grabbed the scissors out of the kit and cut Vigil’s shirt off. They’d need good pictures for the union to look at in deciding how vicious an assassin they would be sending. Lily hoped they picked her. She would have some fun.
His torso was swollen and bruised. But it all seemed to move properly so he wasn’t in too much danger. It did seem like there might be a couple of broken ribs.
“Probably need to check for internal bleeding,” Vigil sighed. “He got me good in the stomach.”
Lily clicked her tongue, palpating the area gently to check it. “I think you’re fine. Any trouble breathing? Do you feel sick.”
“Nah, you’re probably right. Just bruised. I’ll need a brace for my knee.”
She got the scissors again and cut the pant legs up to the thigh to get some last pictures of his swollen and bruised knee and the bruises on his legs and arms.
“Alright. I think that’s all the Union will want. Do we need to get pictures of Kai?”
“Naw. That cut was an accident.”
He turned his head and said, “Still bleeding?”
Kai shook his head.
“We should probably wash it out.”
Kai nodded.
“Alright, I’ll be back.” Lily said.
True to her word, she came back with two bowls of water. She put one down on the table and picked Kai up, setting him next to it. He gladly stripped his cloak off and got in, getting to the business of cleaning off while Lily dipped cloth into the other one, washing blood off Vigil’s face and the cuts on his wrist.
Sleepily, Vigil caught her hand and kissed her knuckles as thanks before his eyes closed slowly, and he fell asleep while she finished. He was mostly bruised and his ribs weren’t bad enough to really worry about, so she got him laid out on the couch with pillows under head and a blanket over top. She went to the kitchen and came back with some hand towels and a washcloth for Kai.
He got out, dried off, and, after Lily ripped a hole in the middle of the washcloth for him, he put it on like a poncho and set about making the hand towels into a bed he could sleep on.
“I’m going to bed,” she told Kai, and he nodded, getting comfortable before she turned out the lights, made sure the door was locked, and then went to go sleep.
………………………..
“Vigil? Vigil! Hey!”
Vigil blinked awake at the strange high pitched voice that called to him and turned his head. He was surprised to see a cat sized Kai sitting on the edge of the table under the window, a hand towel worn like a toga over his shoulder.
“Hi, sorry. Do you think you could call Lily down? I’m not loud enough and I don’t trust my leg to take my fall. I have to go to the bathroom.”
Vigil blinked and sighed, shifting slightly and wincing. He took a slow breath in and called “LILY!!!”
There was a moment of silence and an annoyed, “WHAT!?” shouted back.
Vigil smiled a little and waited, listening to her coming down the stairs. She gave Kai a questioning look at how big he was now.
Kai grimaced a bit as he asked, “Could you help me down?”
Lily sighed, rolling her eyes and she did so. He thanked her quietly and wandered off with a limp to find the bathroom.
“Well, I guess I’ll check on you while I’m down here,” she said, pulling back the blankets to look at Vigil’s chest. “Mmm going as a painted canvas to the next union party, huh?”
Vigil chuckled. “Thinking about it… Do you have another bathroom?”
“Upstairs.”
“Ugh.” Vigil slowly hauled himself upright, wincing at the motion, but, with Lily’s help, got up. She let him relieve himself in peace, but came in to help him get dressed in clothes he stashed at her place, just like she had some clothes stashed at his.
“Thanks,” he grunted as she helped him put on a shirt.
“Of course. I think I have a knee brace up here. Let me find it for you.”
She found it in her closet and put it on over his pants. He managed to limp down the stairs with just the help of the bannister, Kai waiting at the bottom.
“You’re growing back fast,” Vigil commented as he limped to the kitchen to get a drink.
“I found some food to eat while I was hiding. Sorry for missing the pick up. I was so tired after crossing the hall I passed out until the lights went out.”
“It’s alright,” Vigil replied, finding a shot glass to fill with water for Kai, which Kai too gratefully before getting a glass for himself. “It’s not your fault.”
Kai shrugged and Lily hummed, getting their attention.
“I’m going to take all this to the union and get it taken care of. I might even talk to the hero commission. What were they doing to you, Kai?”
Kai swallowed nervously, handing his cup back to Vigil who put it in the sink.
“Um, killing me to keep me small.”
“There were traces of blood all over Leshy’s office,” Vigil said, opening the fridge to get out some eggs before dragging a stool over so he could sit by the stove to cook them.
“Oh, yeah. He uh… tortured me sometimes before I died. Well, almost every other time. I’ll never look at dryers the same way again. Or pliers.”
Lily drew up her lip in disgust. “Well, I’ll get the message passed on. Help yourselves. Vigil, you know where the blankets are when Kai gets too big for the towel?”
“Yup. All good.”
“Alright then. I’ll be back.”
With that, she went to get changed.
Kai climbed the handles of the drawers and sat on the counter by the stove as Vigil cooked.
“Thank you,” Kai said softly. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever get out of there. Leshy said he’d extended my sentence there another couple of months. He…” Kai shuddered. “Just, thank you.”
“Yeah.. and hey, sorry about running out on you when I first saw your box in Leshy’s office. It was disturbing after seeing all the blood splatter remains, you know?”
“I know. And you got me out eventually, so no hard feelings.”
“Yeah,” Vigil said as he finished scrambling the eggs. He got a plate, set it on the counter between them, and dumped it all out.
They both ate eggs with their fingers from the same plate as Lily left to go ruin a certain hero team’s whole lives.
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"Hero, put him down." The stern voice came from behind. Hero turns just barely glimpsing as a dark figure seems to peel away from the neighboring shadows. She grits her teeth, fist balling tighter around the struggling villain's shirt. She ignores the warm, sticky substance trailing down her arm, focus snared by the intruding man.
"You can't stop me, vigilante." She jerks the villain, evoking a gargled gasp from the battered man. "He," she growls, "Took everything from me."
Villain whimpers, trembling hands reaching for his front. His tears glisten in the pale moonlight.
Vigilante sighs, shaking his head in a slow, morose manner.
"No, Hero. He did not."
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