Whumptober 2024 | Day 10 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist
What Happens When You Give a Tween The Power to Wreck Some Shit
AI-less Whumptober: Self worth issues, pushing away a loved one, “You don't need to earn this.”
Whumptober: BLOW TO THE HEAD | Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | "I can't think straight."
CW: minor whumpee (13yo, dw things work out tho), female whumpee, male whumper, knives
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“Hey there, little lady.”
Chloe flinched violently and spun around to face the voice, chin held high, eyes blazing. Anyone who dared approach a girl– WOMAN, she reminded herself– as young as her and talk to them like this late at night in a place like… well, here, a half-abandoned side street– couldn’t be up to any good.
Unfortunately, her fears turned out to be founded as soon as she took in the profile of the voice. An adult man. Quite a bit taller than her, not exactly stacked but not a lanky little man either, with the sharp of a nasty looking knife pointed directly at her face.
His eyes glinted as she clenched her fists at him and tried to calm the stuttering in her chest, tried to come out of the shaking spiral and the tunnel vision and deep breathing she'd been doing right before he announced himself.
…Okay, so she may not have been paying attention to her surroundings. At all. In a bad part of town. At night. But Marcus was pissing her off saying it wasn't her fault that she couldn't have saved Stan earlier, so… she ran. And he called after her, but she slammed him back with her power, and she kept running.
And he didn't catch her.
So this was all his fault, really…
Nevertheless, she glared at her assailant. And his knife. “I wouldn't, if I were you,” she hissed, lowering her voice as intimidating as she possibly could, ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat and the pang of fear weaving it's way through her stomach. She tried to discreetly wipe away the wetness running down her cheeks.
The man just laughed.
“Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about it, I don't want to do any of uh…” he glanced up and down the entirety of Chloe's body. “That. Lucky you. Just hand over your wallet. Or any other valuables, really, pretty girl like you looks like she’s got loads of daddy’s money. Sure you could spare a couple hundred.”
She could lay this clown out on the pavement right here and now, if she wanted to. But never ever use your powers on someone unless it is life or death. Never let anyone know you have a power, never put yourself in a situation where you'd need to even use your powers, unless you want to end up like Mom and Dad. And me.
Yeah, Stan. She knew. And he didn't listen to his own advice, and now he was captured again too…
Chloe pursed her lips with a huff at the thought, and tried to shove past the robber, but he moved in front of her, blocking her way. She tried again, blocked again, pushed back, attempted sidestep turned stumble back as she tried to keep away from the man and the glinting knife in a horrid dance of rising adrenaline and growing nerves. Before she knew it, he had flanked her, cornering her with her back to a dark alley.
She bared her teeth at him. “Fuck you! Get out of my way!”
“Woah, now,” his easy smile disappeared, head tilting at her with narrowed eyes. “Didn’t they teach you that sharing is caring when you were at kindergarten today?”
“I'm not– Get away from me or you’ll regret it,” Chloe spat back. Her muscles shook with the tension, and for a moment she could swear she saw red. You could crush this idiot without thought.
But don't.
“Just give me the money and I will. I know your brain’s not fully developed, but it really is that simple. Plus I really don’t want to hurt a preschooler if I don’t have to.”
“I’M NOT A PRESCHOOLER!” she shouted, throwing clenched fists out behind her, throwing her full body into yelling at the man, making herself look bigger, trying to make him leave her alone.
The man clenched his jaw at the ferocity of her words, amusement giving way to slight anger before his gaze settled on her angry fists and transformed his demeanor entirely into one of shock and disbelief.
“You–...” he panted, eyes flicking up and down her form again. “You're glowing.”
NO.
Chloe's face went white as she tore her gaze downward and only now noticed the powerful blue glow. It extinguished immediately and she stumbled backward, back hitting the wall of the alleyway with a slight oomph and nearly making her scream.
“No, I’m not!”
But it was too late.
You need to learn to control your powers. Yes, Stan, she knew! So why did he get captured before he could teach her everything?!
Tears pricked at her eyes.
Why did he have to get captured? She wouldn't be here if he weren't captured, she just wanted her big brother–
“You have powers." The man's extraordinary observation skills ripped her back to the present. "Holy shit, man, that’s…”
Then his gaze settled to her elbow. Where a hero brand would be, if she had one. Oh no. She grabbed at clutched at the exposed skin of her elbow and held it behind her, taking a defensive position, teeth bared. “Yeah, I have powers. Now let me go before I decide to use them on you.”
“Use them on me?” He scoffed. “How old are you again?”
“None of your beeswax!”
“Because if you're too young to have the brand…” a hunger glinted in his eyes. “Oh, this changes things.”
“What–?”
“Do you know how much money a little super without a marking could be worth?! We could wait a bit, turn you in for evading, or– God, I know some people who would go crazy–”
Life or death.
Run.
She sprinted, screaming as loud as she could, straight past him, ran, she needed help, she needed Marcus, she needed Stan she needed help someone to help her anyone she didn't want to be kidnapped–
The back of her shirt caught and yanked her fully back–
“NO STAN HELP–!”
– choking her briefly before slamming her right back into the alleyway wall. The air knocked out of her lungs, and yet she still struggled against the fist curled and pinning the fabric of her shirt against the wall. That is, until she felt the sharp tip of the knife pressing into her stomach. And she froze, staring up into her assailant's eyes.
Life or death.
Life or death??
“LET ME GO!!” she screeched in a blind panic, squirming and kicking and screaming until the man let go of her shirt to slap his hand over her mouth instead, and even then she didn't stop.
“Quiet down, now, unless you want a new hole in your goddamn stomach,” he hissed, pressing the knife even harder against her, the deadly edge painfully close to breaking fabric and flesh. The world around her blurred, a sort of blue lightning crackling up inside of her, overtaking her entire body. “I’m not gonna be outsmarted by some kid. I know if your power were actually useful, you’d’ve used it by now. Which means It’s all the better for a show. So you’re not getting away because you're a tiny as shit preteen who will do whatever I say because I can and will do whatever the fuck I want to you–”
LIFE OR DEATH!!
A flash of bright blue light filled the dingy alley. As Chloe's powers concentrated in her hands, then threw out and created a force strong enough to slam the head of the man attacking her to the side.
THUNK!!
The man shuddered and lurched backward. The knife dropped away from her stomach, leaving a small hole in the shirt where it had almost bore into her. And the hand finally fell away, but suddenly she didn't feel the need to scream.
On the contrary. She stared frozen at his zombie-esque form as he staggered and fell to his knees, muttering incoherently, looking at her with angry, unseeing eyes and shaking body.
Then pause.
Then he collapsed the the ground in a shuddering heap, muttering nonsense.
She stared.
She did that.
Her power did that.
She did that.
Oh crap, she did that…
Adrenaline dumped into her system, and she sprinted off into the night.
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This drabble is apart of the (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping universe!
"Sooo, tell me, who's the lucky guy?"
"My, my, Sylvain, hitting on engaged women now, are we?"
Happy fe oc week! Day 2: Relationships, featuring my oc Chloe and Sylvain in their C support! I haven't drawn any kind of Sylvain in almost a year I think, oopsie doopsie
Chloe is engaged to a Kingdom noble before the start of the game, and intends to marry them after graduation. She hails from a rich merchant family in Fhirdiad and has lived since she turned 3 after her parents moved from Remire in search of business
While she says she's eager to get married and start a family, she enrolled in the Officer's Academy to put off making that decision because, deep down, it scares her, and she thinks her time at the academy will allow her to step away and properly think about it. She's currently the oldest student at the academy, and appreciates it when her peers treat her as their equal instead of an authority figure
