Hey Everyone!, it's been a while! I missed posting so I churned this bad boy out. Hope ya like it!
They're all yelling over eachother. Everyone in the room is pointing their fingers and twisting their tongues over accusations. You didnt try hard enough. You weren't paying attention. You failed them.
Everyone in the room used to be apart of a team, each stepping up to be the leader when their time came. Intelligent, strong, moral, thet has a balance.
The city they now screamed in considered them heroes. She had saved a young child's life from a perilous fall last week and he intercepted a viscous attack against one of the cities largest hospitals only a month ago. And together, combined with the other members, they banded together and fought tooth and nail to end a deadly war before it could even start.
Yet here they stood, spitting venom across the table because each any every person in this room failed, and they were too afraid to admit it.
The Whumpee was their light in dark times. They would walk into the room, find each member brooding in their respective corner, and giggle.
"You all look so serious!"
And that mellifluous giggle would tear through tension in their shoulders and they would all finally be able to relax, breathe, and share collective smiles. But all that came flooding back when their Whumpee was gone.
The giggle distorted and faded as the days passed. The Whumpee disappeared, taken from the team under their noses with out a speck of dust to examine. They couldnt figure it out. The Whumpee was just gone...
So as their screams rose and those who were once friends began crowding into each other's space with their fingers digging into the meat of the other's chest. Their loathsome rage suffocated the room as ear drums rattled.
No one heard the door slide open, nor did they hear is click shut. No one hears the quivering breaths fall from chapped lips nor did they see the way a battered body stumbled as a knee buckled.
But they all cut the cords on their next verbal attack when a chair slipped and crashed onto the tiled floor, it's weight bouncing heavily until is it settled. The Whumpee stood in its place, shakey fingers clutching to the edge of the table as they desperately tried to hold their body up. The shock was palpable and held the team in their places. No one moved but a broken exhale poured from one of the hero's mouth.
Then, all hell broke loose. One of the hero's, the Caretake who threw himself into a boiling pot of recklessness upon the whumpee's disappearance, kept forward and rushed to the whumpee. As their fingers curled around the thinned biceps of the Whumpee, the rest of the team piled in.
"(Whumpee)! (Whumpee), how?! You're alive, oh god, what happened to you?!"
The Whumpee's long hair flopped back and the light hit their bruised eyes. They opened their mouth, but nothing came out.
"You're-" the bruises burned the Caretaker's eyes, their embedded pain searing against the Caretaker's heart, "Who hurt you? (Whumpee)! Tell me who hurt you!"
Their feral raged bared its teeth and the whumpee curled in on themselves, but their wide eyes never looked away. Their irises grew glassy but they didnt blink, and the very fear that guided them all this time rushed to the surface.
The other team members grabbed onto the hero and tried to pull him back, but his limitless strength locked onto the Whumpee and they dove in closer to demand an answer. The Whumpee shook their head and gasped as the grip tightened on their arms.
Yet the Caretaker was oblivious, their vision soaked red and the need to find and kill boils their blood. How could someone hurt the Whumpee like this. This, this stranger in front of the Caretaker was no longer the bubbly and carefree friend their fought alongside. Gone were the honey dipped smiles and wind chime laughter. The shell within the Caretakers grip was not the sweet Whumpee who was taken from him, and the Caretaker will ruin whoever did this.
Larger and more aggressive hands latched onto the Caretaker's back and pull. When they suddenly fall back, the desperate voices flood passed their blocked ears. Let go, let go-
"Let go of him!" Her voice was shrill and scared, her body swooping in and pulling the Whumpee away from him and into her chest. Her hands ran frantic and soothing traces along the Whumpee's shaking form, his head tucked under her chin and his face hidden away in her body.
Her eyes were locked on the Caretaker, an anger so deadly aimed right at him. The adrenaline was then sapped from the Caretaker's body and their eyes flicked back and forth between their empty hands and the Whumpee. An icy wash of fear drowned out their killer intent and they whimpered with a broken heart. Her unforgiving glare was projected back.
He back away with a knot forming in his throat. He pushed himself up but he couldnt pull himself up to his full height. He stepped backwards through the doorway and one of his team members moved in to slide it shut. Over their shoulder, the Caretaker met the Whumpee's teary eyes. As the door clicked, that sweet, honeysuckle child closed their eyes and looked away.
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