What Hero? ( part 4 )
Ships: Toxic Logicality, eventual Moceit, eventual Prinxiety
TW: Unsympathetic!Logan, toxic Logically, kidnapping, crying, emotional, physical and mental abuse, threats of physical abuse, Sympathetic!Janus, Sympathetic!Remus, being imprisoned, heavily implied torture (not depicted), severe injury, Please tell me if I need to add more!
Word Count: 2,600 (how do these keep getting so long)
Side note: Written by yours truly and @eeveeeclair246 ! Thanks for reading, find part 5 here!
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Janus sighed, watching the shorter male drift to sleep for a moment. Virgil and Remus were like the children he never had, if he was honest. He had taken them in when he was no older than 25, and they were early in their teenage years. They were complete opposites, but he loved them both the same; Remus was loud and obnoxious while Virgil was quiet and usually stuck to the sidelines. He wouldn’t admit it, but he would lay down his own life to keep them safe.
He decided to watch some T.V. to pass the time, situating himself at the sleeping Virgil’s feet. He got just a few hours in when Remus suddenly burst through the door, looking close to tears, making Virgil flinch awake from the noise and Janus jolt in surprise.
“Janus! Someone took Roman!” He cried, tears threatening to spill. “I found this note when I woke up, claiming he was taken to an abandoned office just outside of town,” He said, rushing over to show Janus the note. Janus stood and met him half way, the tears in the younger villains eyes spilling as he tried and failed to stifle his sobs.
Janus took the letter and read through it, eyes widening in confusion and concerned at the same time as he looked up to Remus again. “Wait. So someone took Roman and left you this note?”
Remus nodded his head. “It says if I want him back safely I have to meet them at their base. Alone,” he said, even though Janus read the note himself. “And I’m going,” Remus added, mind clearly made up as he took the note back.
“Now hold on, you can’t just go! Especially alone. We’re all very skilled in combat, we could take them if we all go together,” Janus argued sternly. By now the shouting had woken Virgil, who sat up behind them with a scowl.
“What’s going on?” Virgil asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Who are we fighting?”
“No one, Vee. I’m going to go find Roman,” Remus said, making Janus sigh and punch the bridge of his nose and retort with, “No, you are not going alone.”
Virgil’s eyes widened as he registered the words, instantly alert and standing up already. “He’s missing?” He asked, panic taking over as he hurried over to the other two. “Why?!”
“I don’t know. But I’m going to go save him,” Remus said, wiping his tears away with his sleeve and turning away to walk out. “I thought you would want to know. Wish me luck, I’ll be back,” He said before Janus could open his mouth to argue, sounding more serious and determined than either of the other two had ever heard him. And with that, he was gone.
Janus frowned, sighing in annoyance be he elbowed Virgil. “Follow him. Make sure he and Roman are safe,” he said, tone calm but serious. “I’ll get ready incase we have to rescue him too.”
Virgil nodded and instantly sank into the shadows, leaving Janus alone once again. He had a feeling he knew who took Roman, and he would not lose another friend to that bastard.
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Patton dragged Roman into the cell room where Logan was waiting. He tried not to cry or flinch as Logan picked Roman up and threw him into one of the cells without care, though the unconscious man thankfully landed on the cot as opposed to the cement floor.
“Good job, Patton,” Logan said, not sparing him a glance . “Now we wait for Remus to arrive. I’ve already left him a note explaining the situation.” The taller man explained with a hint of a smile, watching Roman lay unconscious in the cell.
“Let’s hope he comes..” Patton said quietly, his voice slightly shaky. He glanced up at his boyfriend, but quickly turned away as Logan spoke again, not wanting to be caught staring. Logan hated staring.
“He will. I know he will,” Logan sounded eerily sure of himself. It made Patton shiver uncomfortably.
Logan turned to walk back to the room where they set up their computers, when Patton stopped him. “Wait, Logan?” He asked quickly, arm stretched out a little before he reeled it back. Logan stopped and looked at Patton. “Yes?” Was Logan’s curt reply, sounding a little more than annoyed. When Patton hesitated, he narrowed his eyes. “What is it, Patton? I’m not going to stand here all day.”
“Can I have… a reward for retrieving Roman?” Patton asked shyly, looking up at him with apprehension and pleading eyes.
Logan scowled and rolled his eyes, a common response to Patton’s questions. “It’s ‘may I’. But yes, come here,” he said, pointing down right in front of himself.
Patton did as instructed, eyes lit up as he practically skipped over to his boyfriend. He looked up at him with a hopeful smile, and that’s when Logan grabbed the back of his head and smashed their lips together almost painfully.
Patton flinched a little, a surge of pain running through his mouth, but his heart fluttered with joy. When he was pulled away from the kiss by the hand still in his hair, he saw Logan give his usual cruel, twisted smile before walking away and leaving him there. Poor Patton didn’t know the difference between an actual kiss and whatever the heck he just got from Logan, so he sighed a genuine wistful, happy sigh as Logan walked out.
He felt much better about how he did now.
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Roman woke with a pounding in his head. It took a moment before he could bare to blink open his eyes, but the first thing he noticed was he was no longer in the ally. In fact, he didn’t know where he was all, which was a little disconcerting to say the least.
It took a minute, but the rest of his senses soon opened up and he smelled rust and mold. He took a good look at his surroundings, realizing that he was in some sort of makeshift cell much to his shock and worry.
He heard voices and closed his eyes on instinct, pretending to still be sleeping.
“—Logan.”
“Yes? What is it?” … “What is it, Patton? I don’t have all day.”
Roman almost gasped at the name. Patton was here too? Where?
“Can I… have a reward for retrieving Roman?” Roman resisted letting his brows draw together in curiosity. Retrieving him?
The other person sighed. “It’s ‘may I’. But yes, come here.”
Roman peaked his eyes open and looked over as subtly as possible, seeing some man kissing who he assumed was Patton. But it didn’t look like a kiss, it looked more like painful lip crushing.
“Patton?” Roman whispered once the other man left. He was desperate to see his face and get some answers. Maybe Patton could help him out of here.
“Roman?” Came a hesitant reply, Patton turning to look at him from the other side of the cell bars almost fearfully.
“Patton, what’s going on?”
“Roman, I’m sorry, but I’m not supposed to talk to you,” Patton said, sounding more guilty than Patton ever should. He watched his former friend open his mouth to say something else, before seeming to think better of it and running out of the room. Roman tried to call out to him, but the door shut with a loud, denying thud, leaving him alone. Or so he thought.
“Is there someone else there?” A voice said. It sounded to come from Romans left, but the lights were switched off before Roman could turn his head. Darkness covered the musty room.
“Yeah..? Who are you?” Roman asked apprehensively, turning his head towards the voice regardless of the dark.
“Remy Picani,” the other person said. “And I’m assuming you’re Roman?”
“Yes... What is this place?” Roman tried to sit up, but quickly found his entire body aches too much to do so.
“Hell is one way to describe it,” Remy said, then gave a dry laugh. “You’ll learn to get used to it though. There’s a few rules you need to know though, if you want to survive.”
Roman gulped. Okay.. Hell is more vague than he was hoping for. “Like… what rules?”
“One, don’t make eye contact. I did that and lost almost all my sight,” he said. Roman shivered at the thought, but Remy continued unknowingly. “Two, don’t cry too loud. You won’t get water for a few days. And three, it’s not a rule but it’s helpful, don’t make too much noise when Logan does his experiments. They hurt more that way.”
Roman stared at where the voice was coming from. “Experiments?” He whispered, stomach dropping.
Suddenly, the light flicked on and the heavy door outside the cell opened and shut again, followed by sharp footsteps that seemed to be getting closer. With the light on, Roman realized the voice he’d been talking to was a man in a cell right beside him, curled in the corner. But Roman was much less worried about that man now.
Roman felt himself shake as his cell door was opened and he was greeted by a man in a white lab coat and dusty blue tie. He gave a dangerously sharp smile to Roman, who watched as none other than Patton pushed some sort of cart behind the other man and rushed away right after without making eye contact with Roman once. The big door slammed shut behind him.
“Who are you?” Roman demanded, whole body going rigid. If he could move, he would be backed far against the wall by now.
“My name is Logan. But you will call me sir during your time here,” he said. “Now, I’m sure my good friend Remy has already told you the rules and some good advice. I advise you to listen to him. He’s been here longer than you and knows what makes me upset and what makes my experiments hurt less,” Logan said, turning to grab something from the cart behind him.
Roman shook his head instantly, scoffing at the idea and sound much less terrified than he was. “No! I’m not calling you sir! And where even am I?! What are you going to do to me, creep?” He snapped.
Logan’s twisted smile fell. “You will if you want to see the light of day again,” He threatened. “Now, you are here because I want your brother. Your brother proved to be too much, so I decided to take you and use you as leverage.” Logan supplied, only glancing back at Roman once as he spoke.
“Why would you want Remus?” Roman asked after a moment of hesitation.
“None of your business. Now, for what I’m going to do, you don’t need to worry. You’ll find out soon enough,” he said with so much nonchalance, it seemed inhuman.
“What the-.. Y-You’re insane!” Roman yelled, heart hammering in his ears as Logan walked closer, a metal bat now in his hands.
The crazed other man just chuckled. “I prefer the term... unique thinking,” he said, stopping just a foot from where Roman lay unmoving on the makeshift bed. “Oh, and do try to keep quiet. Loud noises tend to distress Patton and give Remy a horrible headache,” Logan added, before he lifted the bat up.
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Guilt ate away at his insides with every cry of pain Patton could hear from the other room, where he was curled up under Logan’s desk. He could’ve stopped Logan! Called the cops, told him to stop, anything! But he sat and cowered until the guilt was too much.
After only a few minutes, Patton gained the courage to stand up and walk to the cell room that was echoing with screams. He had to do something. He hadn’t known Logan was going to hurt Roman, or else he wouldn’t have agreed to bring him. He gasped as he was able to see what was being done to a Roman, and ran into Roman’s cell to grab Logan’s wrist before any more damage could be done.
“Logan, stop!” he cried, trying not to look at the terrible state Roman was in. “He did nothing wrong, he doesn’t deserve to be treated this way!”
Logan laughed coldly at him. “You have no power to stop me,” He said, turning to face Patton. The shorter man flinched but made no move to leave or let go of his wrist. “Now go watch for Remus. This doesn’t concern you.” Logan said strictly.
“No! You didn’t tell me you were going to hurt Roman! You said we were just going to keep him to lure Remus!” Patton yelled, glaring up at his boyfriend before freezing.
Yelling was the wrong thing to do however. Patton realized this too late as Logan’s eyes became cold and unforgiving.
“Apologize now, or you will be punished,” Logan hissed, ripping his wrist from Patton’s grip and shoving him back, making Patton fall back against the metal bars of the cell and onto the cold cement floor.
Patton’s breath hitched and he winced as he hit the ground, but despite the paleness of his face he still wasn’t giving up. He looked up at the other pleadingly. “L-Logan, no, please just listen-!”
Logan turned back to Roman. “Fine, no dinner. You will have worse if you do not leave now.” he said decidedly, putting the bat down on the cart to pick something else now.
“Just think about this, please! I—“ Patton was cut off but a loud thudding coming from the ceiling, something that sounded like footsteps. Running footsteps. Hurrying out of Roman’s cell, Patton and Logan looked up to see the ceiling shaking with each thud. Someone was in the vent shafts.
Logan smirked sadistically. “There he is, right on schedule.”
“Who? Is it Remus?” Patton asked, flinching at every bang and moving instinctually closer to Logan.
“Who else would want in?” Logan said, clearly amused. His eyes followed the sounds of thudding. “Of course it’s Remus. He’s so predictable it’s almost not even fun.”
In the cell Roman lifted his head a little with a grunt, listening to their conversation despite how close he was to unconscious. “R.. Remus?” He slurred under his breath, only now hearing the sound of running from above. His eyes widened, hope budding in his chest. “R-Remus! I’m in here!” He yelled as loud as his dry throat would allow.
The assault on the air vent became more frantic at Roman’s voice, the footsteps growing louder. Logan turned to Patton and said something Roman couldn’t catch before he walked away, leaving Patton to take several nervous steps back, waiting for whoever was breaking in to arrive.
One kick to the vent duct and the intruder was in.
Everyone in the room, Remy included, startled as a man dressed in black slid out of the vent and dropped to the floor. To no one's surprise, there stood Remus King, head whipping around before zeroing in on Patton. But everyone jumped again as another black clothed figure dropped down.
“Virgil?” Roman asked, hopefully. His half conscious state had him forgetting that Virgil could travel through shadows, he wouldn’t have to follow Remus through an air vent.
The stranger turned around, only for Roman to see it wasn’t in fact Virgil. But the voice of Remy spoke up again, relief evident in his cracking voice,
“O-Oh my god.. E-Emile!”
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