vampire whumpee is taken into captivity, bound and starved of blood by whumper for days, maybe weeks on end. the hunger drives them so mad that by the time someone arrives and frees them, they can't hold back from attacking the closest warm object - which happens to be caretaker/ rescuer.
whumpee manages to stop drinking early enough to leave rescuer alive, and they both escape and recover physically. however, whumpee is wracked with guilt, disgusted and horrified with themself. they can't even look rescuer in the eye. they can't bring themself to look at the lingering fear in their gaze, even if rescuer tries to tell them it wasn't their fault or they weren't in their right mind. whumper was right; they really are a monster.
Summary: Ivan's friend and boss was taken by an unknown entity, forcing Ivan to take on a new identity and go undercover looking for Kolt. When he finds him, Kolt is in rough shape and the escape isn't as clean as either of them could have hoped for. Now, with Kolt free, and Ivan captured, Kolt can only try to recover in time to rescue his friend and keep him from being turned into a living weapon in his place.
Fallen Masterlist - Part 49
Content: multiple whumpees, vigilante whumpee, living weapon whumpee, rescue attempt, honestly so much blood imagery, panic attack in a dangerous situation
Kolt lifted his hand, blasting through a line of cars and trucks in the warehouse they were working to clear. Lynx and Phoenix were outside dealing with the Resources that had been called in to guard the lab. Kolt and Penelope were in charge of keeping the entrance secure while vigilantes, assassins, and Dragon Gang members alike made their way through it.
It had been all too easy.
Penelope was working to turn off the alarm system as it was annoying her, as well as figure out where all of the 'assets' were.
Kolt was severely tempted to go deeper into the place and look for Gale and Powell himself, but he had been given a job. It was weird to not be the one calling the shots anymore, but it had its pros as well as its cons.
However, there were things he could do from where he was.
"Watcher," Kolt said, calling up the hallucination. "Do you feel like doing some recon?"
Watcher grinned. "I would be-"
"And I'm going too," Beater said, forcing his way into existence.
Watcher rolled his eyes and shrugged.
"Alright," Kolt said. "Don't do anything stupid."
Beater grumbled before the two of them disappeared from view and made their way silently through the warehouse, up the stairs, and deep into the labs.
"They're getting more solid," Penelope said, only barely distracted from the work she was doing in her head and in the systems. Kolt could hear something humming to life the region of her upper back as her cooling systems kicked in.
"They are," Kolt said. "I'm not really sure if that's a good or bad thing."
They both ducked as gunfire echoed through the warehouse and both Kolt and Penelope lifted their arms. Kolt sent a blast of red light into the warehouse as Penelope fired her gun in the direction of the shots.
There was a small explosion in that corner of the warehouse and Kolt watched it carefully as Penelope got back to what she was doing.
There was a commotion on the ramp behind them and a group of five came down to meet with them.
Vista nodded to Kolt and Penelope and said, "The others are still organizing but we wanted to make the first push into the labs."
"It's not really safe yet," Kolt said as Watcher alerted him to the guard units and their movements in the halls he and Beater were heading down. Kolt couldn't watch through Beater's eyes, but he could see through Watcher's as the tougher hallucination gestured that he was going to follow one particularly thick group of men down a hall to see what there was to see.
"We can handle ourselves," an unfamiliar person dressed in loose clothing said. They were likely an assassin, if Kolt had his guess.
"I'll keep an eye on them," the tall woman with the vigilantes and assassin said. "I'm Jade. I'm with the EVU."
Kolt hummed and looked around the warehouse before he reached up to the band around his throat. "Entry 1 to Phoenix 1, do you copy?"
"Entry 1 this is Phoenix 2," Lynx's voice said in his ear. "Phoenix 1 is busy. What do you need?"
"We have Wassail, Vista, Seren, an assassin, and Jade from the EVU here asking for permission to make the first push into the labs to look for the assets."
"Negative, Entry 1. We can't flush out the rats until we have the extra holes plugged."
"I have Watcher and Beater in the halls right now. If I find the assets before we are ready to go, could I send one of them in?"
"Yes, Entry 1."
"Understood, Phoenix 2. Entry 1 out."
Kolt released the radio button and said, "Pick which one of you is going in when we find Gale or Powell."
"If it's Powell I'm going in," the assassin said, and the others nodded, clearly satisfied with that.
Kolt nodded and went back to scanning the warehouse.
Penelope laughed. "Got you, you rat!"
"What happened?"
"I managed to close a door on a guy," she said, pleased. "It was one of the exits from this place. I think I've found most of them but-"
Kolt had to stop listening as Watcher signaled him. The hallucination had found a familiar symbol beside one door and phased through it to a hall that ended in an all too familiar slab of stone.
Kolt felt his stomach drop and acid rise in his throat. It wasn't the Box that Kolt had spent so much time in, but it was a pretty faithful replica.
He shivered a little and urged Watcher to look closer. Watcher moved to do so, but there was a pained shout from a side room, and Watcher moved to check it out before Kolt could ask him to do anything.
Watcher pushed through the door and Kolt stumbled into Penelope when he saw what was going on.
Gale was strung up from a chain in the ceiling, bleeding and shaking as he was being hauled down and a man with badly cut blonde hair was dragged up from the floor.
"I have eyes on Gale and Powell," he said. "In a room beside the Box."
Penelope shoved a screen in front of his face and said, "Here?"
He looked at the map, checking it against what Watcher had seen and nodded.
Penelope sent the directions to the small comms on the assassin's wrist and they took off like a shot without another word.
Wassail whistled. "I always forget how fast Obsidian goes."
"Should someone go with them?" Vista asked. "If there are two hostages they might need help getting them both out."
Kolt turned on his radio again and called, "Entry 1 to Phoenix Team, do you copy?"
"Phoenix 1 here," Phoenix replied. "What is it Entry 1?"
"We have eyes on both major assets. The assassin, Obsidian, has gone to get them as per orders from Phoenix 2. Since both assets have been located in the same spot, should we send another person down with the assassin?"
"Yes," Phoenix said. "Have the vigilantes take your place and you go, Entry 1."
Penelope grinned at him. "Don't have too much fun."
Kolt snorted and said, "Copy that, Phoenix 1. Entry 1 is going in."
With that, Kolt ran across the warehouse and up the stairs, following the path that Watcher and then Obsidian had taken.
He wasn't nearly as fast as Obsidian, but he would get there in good time just for having already traveled the halls through Watcher.
Powell twisted out of the way as Obsidian barreled into the guard that had been holding onto him. The fight was four on one. It wasn't very fair to the poor guards.
Blood sprayed Powell's face from Obsidian's work as he twisted and shouldered into the ones that had been escorting Gale. They shouted and dropped the weapons they had been trying to grab for while Obsidian executed a second guard.
Powell was panting wildly now as he knelt on one guard, Gale rolling away before curling up on the floor and just waiting for it all to be over.
Obsidian was unfairly hot wearing their assassin's outfit. It left everything to the imagination, and Powell had a very good imagination. Plus, seeing someone you have a crush on covered in blood as they come to your rescue? Powell could not wait for the last guard to draw their last breath so Powell and Obsidian could have a moment.
Powell saw something out of the corner of his eye and shifted to the side quickly as the guard he wasn't pinning tried to grab for him, weapon in hand.
The gun was kicked into the air the moment it pointed at Powell's face and Obsidian fell on the guard, who screamed like a character from a horror movie right before Obsidian shoved a knife into their face.
Powell shuffled off the last guard as Obsidian turned and executed the winded man before he even had the chance to try and get up.
Then, it was just the three of them in that hall. Gale laying with his eyes closed as he trembled.
"Obsidian," Powell gasped as the assassin turned to him.
Obsidian took him by the shoulders, and several fantasies flashed through Powell’s head before Obsidian turned him around and worked to undo the cuffs around Powell's wrists.
Powell found that his mouth was very dry and he was just so tired. He had thousands of things he wanted to say to Obsidian, but he couldn't decide which one would actually express his feelings. He opened his mouth twice, coming up speechless each time.
Obsidian turned him again, hands staying on Powell's shoulders. Powell brought his trembling hands up to Obsidian's forearms, so tempted to pull them in close.
"Obsidian, I-"
Obsidian pulled down their mask, revealing lips that were deeply scarred and bleeding a little in places. Obsidian lurched forward and kissed Powell, bloody and gasping.
Powell kissed them back, wrapping one arm around Obsidian's waist to pull them closer while cupping their cheek with the other hand.
"Oi!"
The two separated from one another with an embarrassingly wet noise and looked over at Kolt, who was coming down the hall. "You're in enemy territory," he said, his deeply scarred face stern. "Pay attention to your surroundings."
"I was," Obsidian said grumpily as they pulled their mask up over their mouth.
Powell thought that this was an outright war crime. He had been enjoying their mouth just then.
"Gale," Kolt murmured, crouching beside the curled up man.
He opened glazed eyes and looked up. He gasped a little when he spotted Kolt and Kolt helped to undo the cuffs and get him sat up.
"Obsidian, get Powell back to the entrance, I'll take care of Gale."
Obsidian nodded and stood, offering a hand to Powell, who took it and didn't let go as they started off down the hall.
Powell glanced back to see Kolt talking quietly to Gale, who was shaking his head desperately, tears escaping down his face.
When he looked back at Obsidian, the assassin was undoing one of their many cloaks to take it off and give it to Powell.
Powell grinned, slowing just a little to put the cloak on, the comforting warmth surrounding him and making him even more giddy than he was before.
"My knight in camouflaged armor," Powell joked, taking Obsidian's hand again as they made their way through body strewn halls. It seemed the guards that had Powell and Gale were not the first ones Obsidian had killed on their way to free Powell.
Obsidian glanced at him with soft eyes. "Powell, I have something to ask you."
"Only if I get to ask first. Do you want to be my S.O.?"
Obsidian looked ahead again, and Powell knew it was to hide what little bit of blush could be seen behind their mask and hood.
"Yes."
Powell grinned so hard his cheeks hurt. "When I get you alone-"
"Powell, not now. You are distracting enough."
Powell laughed, something that came from deep inside of him. It made most of the pain fade away to the background, almost a pleasant underline to this moment he had waited so long for.
They came around another corner and out into the warehouse from before. The place was looking a little rough, with fire licking at the edges and assassins and vigilantes swarming the place.
"Heralines, is that Jade?"
"Yes," Obsidian said as they reached the bottom of the steps and vigilantes fell in around them to protect them as they made their way to the cluster of people at the ramp.
"In knooooow!" Powell shouted. "It is an actual travesty! I don't think I'll ever recover."
Seren looked at where Powell and Obsidian were holding hands and raised their eyebrow at them.
Powell grinned and lifted their hands, kissing Obsidian's knuckles.
"Not in front of others," Obsidian hissed, but Powell only laughed.
"Tough luck," he said. "Kolt should be coming out with Gale soon."
"Is Gale alright?" a (was that a cyborg?) asked.
Powell breathed in sharply through his teeth, tilting his head with a wince. "Uhhh, well, it's not good. Most of it is mental, but he's been pretty wrecked."
Penelope sighed. "Well, it wasn't going to be easy. You guys should get out of here. Medics are out past the line for you Powell."
Powell saluted her and went up the ramp surrounded by his friends who did, in fact, come after him.
Part 51
A.N. - YAY ESCAPE TIME LET'S GO!!! And Obsidian and Powell got together! Augh, they're so disgusting about each other. I don't write much romance because of what I am, but these two came in and said "We're getting together and making it your problem." Like, alright, gooses, I'm just the writer.
Y'know, there's just something about failed rescue attempts or escape plans gone horribly wrong that just gets to me. It's not just the adrenaline rush of the chase or the thrill of the near miss, although those are definitely part of it. Being someone who's definitely more into psychological and trauma whump, It's the raw emotions, the sheer horror etched on the face of whumpee, when they realize that everything they hoped for is crumbling right before their eyes.
Picture this: you've got this poor soul, trapped in the clutches of their tormentor, clinging to the faint hope that someone out there cares enough to save them. Maybe they've been planning their escape for weeks, maybe even months or years mapping out every detail, every possible scenario. They've decided how to deal with the worst-case scenario and if they do get caught. They've played it out in their mind a thousand times, imagining the moment when they finally break free, when they taste sweet freedom once again. They keep dreaming about it, about how they'll greet and probably cry when they see their family. They think about what all things they'll do when they're free. They haven't been to a karaoke for a very long time.
But then, just when it seems like everything's falling into place, when they're on the verge of breaking out, it all goes to hell in a handbasket. Maybe the rescuers get ambushed, taken out brutally and mercilessly right in front of them. You can see the horror in whumpee's eyes when they see blood gushing out and covering their loved ones who decided to rescue them.
Whumpee screaming and shouting out their rescuer's names trying to get them up. Anything for them not to close their eyes. Whumpee's crying, their sobbing as whumper holds them back by their arms, not letting them run to their loved ones. They don't fucking care about what'll whumper do to them for showing this attitude. Right now, their world was just revolving around the near dead bodies on the ground. Maybe they even faint from the shock.
You can practically see the hope draining from their eyes, replaced by a bone-deep despair as they realize that their chance at freedom has slipped through their fingers. They feel so guilty. It's all their fault. All of it just like whumper said. If they weren't alive then the others would've still been alive. It's all their fucking fault. They feel guilty for even thinking of freedom because there's no way they deserve even a minute of it. The moment from the night keeps playing over in their mind making them break down more than just once.
Or maybe it's even worse. Maybe they're just seconds away from freedom, fingertips brushing against the promise of a new life, when it's all snatched away from them in an instant. It's like a gut punch, that moment when they realize that their fate is sealed, that they'll never escape the clutches of their tormentor.
And then there's the aftermath. The punishment for daring to dream of a life beyond their suffering. Maybe the whumper takes out their frustrations on the one they were trying to save, doling out punishment with a cruel and merciless hand. Maybe they're told, in no uncertain terms, that no one is coming for them, that they are utterly and completely alone in their misery.
"They sent you? After everything I did? That's hilarious." The villain laughed through bloodied lips. "And I'm the sadistic one."
The hero didn't respond to the shell of their tormenter. They remembered the villain as vibrant, invincible: a showman of suffering. Not coated in dirt and bruises in a cell.
"After everything I did, I'm surprised you can even come near me." The villain added. Their gaze didn't waver. "Unless this is your way of asking for more."
A shudder ran through the hero and they tasted bile at the thought.
"Is it true you really can heal from anything?" Jude asked as he watched the electrical current course through Nova.
Nova glared at Jude, clamping her jaw shut tightly so she didn't bite through her tongue. She could heal anything. Heal anyone of anything. But not while the power suppressing drug circulated in her system. And so she endured the burning fire in her veins of being shocked repeatedly for hours.
"I know you can, but I haven't seen anyone with powers quite as strong as yours. What are your limits, sweets?"
Nova spit in Jude's face once he cut the current. Nova sagged in the standing cuffs, a small smile gracing her face as she watched Jude wipe the spit off his cheek.
Jude's mud colored eyes narrowed. "That wasn't very nice, sweets."
"Because torturing someone to death is nice?" Nova didn't have the energy to come up with a witty comeback. The hours of torture left her bones buzzing and exhaustion threatening to consume her.
"I'm just trying to make small talk while we wait. It's the polite thing to do. Didn't Liam teach you about manners?" Jude stared down his nose at Nova.
"I've already told you again and again. Liam isn't coming for me." Nova didn't let her voice betray the pain in her heart. Liam would never come for her. Should never come for her. What she had said to Liam had been unforgivable. She deserved all the pain Jude inflicted.
Jude shook his head. "If there is one thing I know about Liam, it's that he will come. He cares about you very much, sweets. He won't let me keep you."
"You're wrong. He wouldn't risk compromising himself just for me. I'm," Nova's voice broke, "I'm expendable."
"You really don't know my apprentice very well then." Jude chuckled darkly. "But while we wait, I can have my fun." And he resumed shocking Nova.
Nova clamped her mouth shut. She would endure this as her atonement. She would endure anything as long as Liam remained far, far away. It was the least she deserved for wounding Liam so.
"You know if you talked to me, this might be more enjoyable for the both of us. How long will you think it take for Liam to arrive? I can do a lot of damage in a short period of time. I have many powers at my disposal." Jude let the current recede.
"I keep telling you," Nova panted, "Liam will never come for me."
"Never is an awfully long time," a voice came from the doorway. A voice that had Nova's heart falling. Nova closed her eyes tightly against the tears. She had failed Liam once again.
Nova opened her eyes as she felt a tickle on her cheek. One of Liam's shadows wiped away her tears. "Hey, gorgeous," Liam said with a smile. "Sorry to keep you waiting so long."
Jude turned and smiled. "At long last the prodigal son returns."
"Let Nova go," Liam said with a frown as he turned from Nova and faced Jude. "You have me, you have what you want. Let her go."
"I think not." Jude sent a pulse of electricity down Nova's back. Nova couldn't help but cry out as the pulse grew painful. More painful than before.
"STOP!" Liam roared, taking a step forward as his shadows swirled around him, coalescing into pointed blades for Liam to throw.
"If you are planning on killing Nova, by all means keep coming forward, Liam." Jude said above the roar of Nova's screams.
Liam froze. "Don't….don't hurt her." He raised his hands up, his shadows retreating behind him.
"Good. You're finally understanding how to behave." Jude stepped towards Liam, tossing him a needle with more power suppressing drug. "Inject yourself with this."
"No!" Nova cried out weakly as Liam caught the needle and stabbed himself in the arm with it. He didn't hesitate at all. And now he was rendered weak and powerless. His shadows remained on the ground, swirling but unable to rise. That was more than Nova could say about her own powers. Somehow, Liam had the strength to keep some of his power, but not enough to use his shadows as a weapon. Maybe he could still teleport and leave her. She just needed some time to convince him to leave her.
"Let her go, Jude. You have me powerless like you have always wanted. I won't fight you. You can do whatever you like with me."
"No!" Nova could not let Liam surrender himself over. To surrender was to die.
"I am begging you, Jude. Please," Liam's voice was thick with emotion, "please, let Nova go."
Jude disappeared from view. Appearing suddenly behind Liam. "How will I ensure you behave yourself if I let her go?" And he stabbed a meat hook through Liam's right shoulder.
Liam's scream had Nova's blood freezing in her veins. "LET HIM GO!" Nova roared, trying to reach the end of the chain that kept her standing. "LET HIM GO!"
"'s…..kkkkkkayyyyy," Liam said weakly as he blinked heavily. His legs wobbled as his knees started to buckle, but Jude kept him standing. He quickly duct taped Liam’s wrists together. “L-L-Let ‘errrr g-g-g-ooooo-o-o-o.”
Nova could see Liam was on the brink of fainting. "Why would I let her go when she can get a front seat to your end? I think it's the gift she deserves for delivering you to me. She could not have timed that fight with you better." Jude circled Liam. “Though perhaps it was a little more than her own timing.” What did Jude mean?
Liam dropped to a knee, blood flowing from his wounded shoulder as the meat hook pulled tight. "Let….let…let NNNNNNNNov-v-v-vaaaa g-g-g-oooo." Liam's pale eyes were hazy as he struggled to maintain his grip on consciousness.
With a dark laugh, Jude pulled the chain hoisting Liam to standing by the meat hook in his shoulder. “No.”
Liam gave an unearthly scream that ended abruptly as his slumped over, fainting dead away. “NO! LET HIM GO!” Nova roared as she watched Jude continue to pull on the chain, lowering and raising Liam by his shoulder. Blood flowed from Liam’s shoulder, quickly soaking his shirt.
Time. Nova needed time. She needed more time for the drug to fade away and out of her system. She needed time to heal Liam. She needed time to break herself out. And most of all, she needed time so that she could save Liam and atone for all that she had done.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Jude asked as he lifted Liam’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Shame he passed out so quickly. I’ll just have to find a way to wake him up so I can have my fun.”
“[Hero]? It’s time to get up. I came to rescue you. I know I’m not who you were expecting but I’m here, I found you, and everything’s going to be okay. You can stop playing dead now.” Their hero didn’t move, and the villain crept forward. “[Hero]?” they whispered, fighting to ignore the crack in their voice. “Stop playing dead now. Please.”
The team forced to leave Team Leader behind after Leader sacrificed themself to buy them time to escape. When the team fled, Team Leader gets captured and tortured to draw out the team. Bound, beaten, and bloodied, Team Leader was defiant that their team won't come for them, that they're useless as bait.
To their surprise and horror, the team returned to fight Whumper and Co, ready to save their Leader.
"No one gets left behind," one of the team members said.
"I can't leave again" + homecoming + failed rescue
day 12 of @whumptember
352 words
warnings: implied toxic relationship
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Caretaker’s leg bounces under the table, she checks the time on her phone again and sighs. She mutters, “Come on, Whumpee, where are you?”
The sun slowly peeks over the tall buildings surrounding the cafe Caretaker and Whumpee eat at anytime she’s back in town.
Whumpee comes running up to the cafe, the sunrise outlining his frantic waving. Caretaker smiles and stands, catching Whumpee when he nearly jumps into her arms. He buries his face in the crook of her neck and lets his feet hang a few inches off the ground. “I missed you,” he says, smiling widely. “Have you ordered yet?”
Caretaker sets him back on the ground and nods, “I wanted to try something new, it should be out soon.”
“Oh good, I’m starving.” he says, sitting down across from Caretaker. “So, what are you up to?”
She chuckles and scoots her chair closer to the table. “Oh, y’know. This and that. I actually get to move here for a few months. I was thinking maybe you could come stay with me while I’m here?”
Whumpee shakes his head and fidgets with the tablecloth. “I…I can’t leave again.”
“But it wouldn’t be leaving!” she says, leaning forward. “Just taking a small break from…everything.”
He shakes his head again and falls back in his chair, “I can’t just leave Whumper. Not with ‘everything’ going on. And especially not for a few months. I could barely get away this morning.”
“Whumpee,” Caretaker says. She takes a deep breath and smiles, “Don’t you think that you barely being able to leave for an hour for breakfast means you need a break? I mean, come on.”
Shaking his head, Whumpee pushes his seat back and stands up. “I’m sorry, Caretaker. I appreciate the offer, I really do. But I just can’t leave him right now.” he kisses her cheek and walks away, “I have to get back. It was great seeing you. I’m sorry I can’t stay longer. Maybe we’ll hang out once you get settled, yeah?”
She stares at him and only manages a forced smile and nod. “I’ll see you around.”
