"What are you doing with that?"
Whumpee spins around, clutching the taser to their chest as they see Whumper standing in the doorway.
Whumpee snuck in the "discipline room" when Whumper was out. Of course Whumper comes home early the only time Whumpee explored the house in their absence.
"I, um, I just wanted to see if it hurts the same," they say quietly.
Whumper leans against the doorframe, curious, "The same?"
"Yeah, the same as when--" Whumpee bites off the word "--same as the other times, I guess."
"Well, go ahead then," Whumper chuckles, smiling for the first time in months, "Now I want to see it, too..."
Whumper roused Whumpee from sleep with a rough tug of his collar, the chaffing sting pulled him painfully alert as his sleepy eyes found themselves inches from Whumpers.
Whumpee gasped in a shallow breath and swallowed as much as the tight collar would allow, throat tight, Adam’s apple pushed against the rough leather.
Whumpee’s teeth clenched as Whumper dragged him upward off his quilt, cuffed his hands behind him and frogmarched him from his cell and down some metal stairs. With his arms pinned behind him his balance is off and he staggered against Whumper’s brisk pace, slipping against the stairs. Whumper snarled in his ear and dragged him upright again, nails cutting into his skin with the force of Whumper grip.
He was shoved into a room with a shiny cold metal table and chair. Whumper released him as he started to arrange the restraints on the table with a tenderness that always means the pain that’s going to be inflicted on Whumpee will be unimaginable, as he shudders and takes an involuntary step back he realises the door to the room is still open.
Whumpee glances back at Whumper, who is still fixed on his task and made the split second decision to run. As he flees through the door, he feels more than hears the small sigh of annoyance behind him.
He turns and runs down the long corridor, hope spears through him, if he can just get through the next door he will be up the steps and almost outside.
As he reaches the door, two small prongs smack into his lower back. He hears a crackle of electricity a moment before agony flares through his entire body, the current overloading his nervous system causing him to crash to the ground.
His body spasms and contorts as all his nerves are activated, a sharp sensation all over, painful shocks that feel like he is being lashed with a live wire.
And just as quickly it stops. Whumpee rolls onto his back, trying to catch his breath. His muscles spasm and jerk, he opens stinging eyes only to be met with Whumper’s furious gaze above him.
Whumper bends down and grasps Whumpee’s arm, almost with bone breaking pressure. As he drags Whumpee back down the hallway, Whumper makes him a promise:
“For that little stunt Whumpee, I’m going to make you pay. You thought you knew pain before? I’m going to make you scream until you pass out, I’m going to bring you to the point of death again and again, then heal you up and repeat it all again. Burning, drowning, nail guns, blades.
And you will never escape me, you will live in perpetual agony for the rest of your long miserable life”.
No one asked for this but I need to put something out and I've been sitting on this for a LONG ass time. Morgan and Chihiro belong to @love-toxin or @yanverse and I've been very fond of him and Umi for a long, long time and used to check Ellie's page religiously. This is my tribute to you, thank you for being a big inspiration! (If you'd like me to remove the tag, just let me know) Dividers by @/cafekitsune
This fic is for: anyone who can handle it! Body parts and pronouns are kept neutral.
TW FOR: Kidnapping, DUBCON, "soft" yandere behavior, item insecurity, abusive/problematic family members and dynamics, mentions of tasing. If I've forgotten anything, please tell me!
You don’t know your roommate’s last name.
Alright, if you’re honest with yourself, he is not your roommate, but the nature of your relationship is strange to begin with, what with the whole taser fiasco and the not being able to leave, so it’s easier to pretend that you’re here on purpose and he is your roommate.
He’s out right now, probably at work. Before he kissed you goodbye- yes, he kissed you goodbye- he seemed a bit… fragile. Like he was trying to hold himself together, but when you asked if he was alright, he laughed it off and told you that he’d come back as soon as possible and that Chihiro was coming over later as he grabbed his mobility cane.
So you’re idly wondering about him. Morgan is a really sweet man, if you discount the whole taser fiasco, but Chihiro kind of freaks you out. They’re also sweet- possibly more so than Morgan, but there’s something a tad uncanny about them, and you can never feel very relaxed around them because of that. It’s wholly a you problem.
It dawned on you, however, that despite Chihiro telling you their last name, Morgan never has told you his. You suppose it’s just never come up in conversation, but he knows yours, so why don’t you know his?
Maybe it’s just another level of disconnect that you created to protect yourself after the taser fiasco. Really, it was your fault. You probably just startled him when you went to unlock the front door. Why wouldn’t he attack what he maybe thought was a home intruder with a concentrated jolt of electricity to the kidneys? He couldn’t see you and you didn’t announce yourself or that you were leaving.
Maybe it’s just you keeping distance where there shouldn’t be any. You call him your roommate, but the two of you function more like a long-term couple. You sleep in the same bed that he fucks you in, you share food and kisses, and despite his impairment, he swears up and down that he goes to work just so he can get excited about seeing you when he gets home.
So… maybe your roommate is a bit more than that. Just as you finish realizing that little factoid, you hear a knock at the door. You lost your phone around the same time that Morgan invited you over and insisted that you belonged here, so you get up, expecting to see Chihiro.
“Morgan’s still out- oh.”
Much like Morgan’s last name, you don’t know this woman standing at the door. She smiles stiltedly at you and peers over your shoulder, as though expecting to see someone behind you. When she looks back at you, her smile is stretched a bit too wide.
“Hello… dear. I was under the impression that a young man named Morgan lived here?"
“Uh…?” You’re not sure what to say. Morgan lives here, but so do you, and he’s never… mentioned an older woman to you.
She pushes past you before you can formulate a better response to her question. Her brown eyes are devoid of warmth, and she looks around as though she belongs there.
“Wait a second, Morgan isn’t- he’s not here right now, so you’re going to have to come back later.” You approach the woman and try to give her a smile.
She looks at you like you’re stupid, then takes a seat on the couch, where you had been sitting before you got up, “I have time to wait.”
There’s no real way for you to ask Morgan about this, or, better yet, call the cops. Since you lost your phone and Chihiro isn’t here yet, you kind of just have to wait. You walk into the kitchenette and put on some hot water for tea, occasionally popping your head around the wall to see what this strange lady is doing. She’s watching you. You dislike that.
Morgan almost always knows where you are when he’s here, so you would think that you’d be used to the feeling of being watched, but since Morgan is blind, he doesn’t stare at you. He’ll have a hand on your leg, an arm around your shoulders if you’re close enough, but his presence is, more often than not, a comforting one. You would think otherwise, considering that he tased you, but he assured you it was a mistake, a one-time thing.
Whatever. The whole point is that Morgan is incapable of watching you in the manner that this woman is, and you don’t like it. It’s pissing you off, frankly. You decide to stay in the kitchen, if only to keep away from her for a moment longer. You dig some frozen quick-dinner out of the back of the freezer and pop it in the oven. As you’re waiting, you hear the sound of the front doorknob jiggling, and make a beeline for the door.
Obviously it’s Morgan. He’s humming under his breath and looks a bit taken aback when you wrench the door open. His surprise turns into a pleasant smile, a laugh in his voice.
“Well, I’m happy to see you t-” He begins, but you cover his mouth before he can finish the sentence. His large, warm hand comes up to cradle yours, impossibly gentle as he pulls it away from his face, “What’s gotten into you?”
“Th-there’s a lady?” You whisper back, “I opened the door ‘cause I thought Chihiro was here and she pushed her way in and I didn’t know what to do.”
Morgan makes possibly the scariest face you’ve ever seen him make. He’s usually smiling, but his face falls into an angry frown at the mention of the woman. He switches hands, holding yours with the one that he has his keys and mobility cane in, then gently eases you behind him.
He’s usually something of a leisurely walker. He meanders, but right now, he storms into the living room, and the woman jumps, not expecting his sudden entrance. Her surprise turns into happiness, and you think that you’re kind of starting to pierce together the pieces.
“Oh, Morgan! My precious baby! How have you been?” She stands and walks towards Morgan, her hands outstretched.
The minute she gets a bit too close, Morgan frowns deeper and moves out of her range. His hand moves vaguely over his shoulder, where she just barely grazed with her fingertips, and he swings his mobility cane behind him until it taps you in the ankle, making sure you’re still there.
“What do you want?” He grits out, his voice the coldest you’ve ever heard. You place a hand on his arm and he tenses further.
The woman frowns, “Well, I just wanted to see my child.”
“Great. You’ve seen me. Goodbye.”
There’s a tense silence and the woman- Morgan’s mother- sighs, “You know, you don’t have to live this way. I’ve been doing some research and I know a good place, one that could help you so you’re no longer living in sin. I just want the best for you, Morgan. I care about you.”
Morgan reaches his arm back to grab you. His hand catches your wrist, then slides down to squeeze your palm before he lets out a sigh, “It’s time for you to leave. I don’t need help.”
You smell the lasagna you put in the oven. You know Morgan does as well, but he doesn’t say anything or make any indication of it. The woman sniffs and grabs her purse.
“You have my number if you need anything.” She places her hand on Morgan’s arm and he shakes her off. She looks at him as though he spat in her face and leaves, closing the door behind her.
Then there’s another tense silence. Morgan lets go of your hand and walks into the bedroom, and you listlessly pull the now-cooked frozen lasagna out of the oven, placing it on the counter before you walk into the bedroom behind Morgan.
“I’m here.” You announce.
He’s sitting on the bed in his silly dog-patterned boxers and gray socks, nothing else as he holds his head in his hands. You ease his hands out of his hair and take a seat on his lap, smiling at him even though he can’t see it.
“Are you alright?” You ask.
He looks tormented. His arm curls around your waist and he pulls you a little closer so he can rest his forehead on your shoulder.
His voice is rough when he speaks, “Did she do anything to you?”
“No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to let her in.”
“I don’t blame you. I should have known she was gonna show up after she called me yesterday.” He mumbles, his nose pressed against your shoulder. “You mind calling Chihiro and asking them to pick up some new locks on their way here?”
“Oh, wow, I get to use your phone?” You tease, “Sure. I don’t mind.”
His cheeks flush at your benign teasing, but he smiles anyways, his lips brushing against your shoulder, “I think my phone is still in my pants on the other side of the bed.”
You mumble your understanding and crawl around Morgan’s stocky form, leaning over the side of the bed as you dig around in your roommate’s discarded jeans. You feel his hand trail up your calf and he sucks in a breath, unsureness dancing on his tongue. You cast a glance at him over your shoulder and dial Chihiro.
“Hello!” Chihiro is so sweet. Their voice as they sing their greeting is all the evidence you need, but as usual, there’s something a little… off about it.
“Hey, how are you?”
“Oh, it’s you! I’m doing well, how are you?” They ask.
“I’m doing okay.” Morgan’s hand rests on the swell of your ass, and you glance back at him again. It doesn’t deter him, since he can’t see the look on your face, “Uh, hey, are you still coming over?”
Chihiro hums, and Morgan’s wandering fingers hook in your bottoms, tugging them down as he crawls over you. His hands smooth over your ass and split your cheeks. He licks his fingers and trails them through the crack, nails first until he reaches your entrance, where he smears his spit almost lovingly.
“M-Morgan?” You mutter, still waiting for Chihiro’s response.
Morgan is grinning like a dirty pervert as he arches over your back and tugs his boxers down, resting his cock against your slightly slicked-up entrance. As he pushes in, he peppers kisses on as much of your skin as his lips can reach.
Chihiro’s hum stops abruptly and you can hear the smile in their voice, “I should be able to, yes. Unfortunately, I may be a little later than usual. Why do you ask?”
You swallow and try to speak evenly, “W-well, uh… M-Mor- Morgan…” You accidentally moan his name, having all the sense to be embarrassed but none of the sense to stop him as he places a hand on your hip and begins thrusting, “S-sorry, Morgan wanted to know if you were willing to pick up some new door locks?”
“Oh, I can do that. I was planning on stopping by the store regardless. The two of you only eat junk, ahaha!”
You grimace at that, both because you’re almost certain you’ve never seen Chihiro eat a single thing, and also because Morgan is panting in your ear as he ruts into you. He kisses the shell of it.
“Keep talking.” He grunts.
Something about the tone of his voice sends a hot flush of… something, maybe shame, maybe arousal, probably both, up your spine.
“Uh- ah, th-thank you, Chi-Chihiro!” The second you started talking, Morgan thrust faster, harder. Your voice cracked as you tried to keep composure, “Sorry- W-we both appreciate i-it…”
Chihiro giggled again, “Not to worry. Tell Morgan I said hello… although I’m certain he can hear me.”
Morgan’s hand came up to cup the one holding his phone, and as you slumped forward, you could hear the smile in his voice.
“Heh, guess I’m busted. Thanks again, Chihiro. My partner made something, I haven’t checked what yet, so maybe bring some drinks too? We’ll pay you back for this.”
Chihiro responded with something, likely a very polite, cheery, “Not to worry! We can make an event of it, it’ll be fun!” You don’t hear them. Your head is spinning too badly as Morgan fucks a you-shaped hole into the mattress.
You hear Morgan mumble, “Yup, seeya,” and then he’s on top of you again, his hands snaking up your sides as he kisses as much skin as he can handle.
You cry and moan, Morgan complimenting you under his own breathy noises, and then your orgasm hits you. You arch upwards into his touch, squealing and Morgan cradles you close, his lips at your jaw and his own climax chasing yours.
As the two of you slump, you weakly place a hand in Morgan’s unruly mop of hair and grunt, “What’s your last name?”
Morgan giggles like a gossipy schoolgirl, “Lane. Why?”
“Lane.” You repeat.
“Mmhmm… Did you want to share it?”
“Yeah.” You can’t help yourself, “That sounds kinda nice.”
Morgan squeaks and buries his face in your shoulder. You put your first name and his last name together, and it flows a lot better than you think it should.
A chauvinistic or vain whumpee getting what's coming to them (maybe in overkill). I like a morally grey whumpee - like when you can't tell if you should feel sympathy or catharsis during their abuse.
Thanks for your wonderful writing!
Leader was the first to be questioned.
Well, “questioned” was a bit of an understatement. “Interrogated” probably fit a little more.
The whole team watched as their leader was shocked with a taser over and over, until they gave in and spilled the information their kidnappers wanted. Some of them looked away, some of them looked at the ceiling, and some of them watched.
Still, none of them really knew how to feel. Leader’s screams should have devastated them all.
But as they watched Leader get tortured, each of them had their own memory that replayed. One newer member thought about how they screamed similarly during one of Leader’s brutal punishments. A veteran member reminisced on all the times Leader was obsessed with power and had no sympathy for the team.
Nobody stepped in. No one tried to stop the offenders. Because even though Leader was on their side, and they were being hurt, all of them had a small, dark part of themselves that said:
The taser is found in the protective cylinder while repairing Freddy. It is assumed the security guard left it there, but for unknown reasons. Flash a bot with the Fazer blaster and then shock them to reset them.
DIALOGUE:
ROXANNE:
(After being shocked) "Oh man, my head.. Where am I?"
(Seeing Gregory) "Woah dude, you shouldn't be here.. where are your parents?"
(Being led to Freddy) "Oh, you know Freddy? That's pretty cool!"
(Misc) "Let's get this party STARTED!"
(Misc) "Don't worry kid, you'll be okay."
(Misc) "Hey kid, you need anything? I'm willing to help!"
CHICA:
(After being shocked) "Ow ow ow.. what happened to me..?"
(Seeing Gregory) "Oh um.. don't look so scared! I don't bite, promise!"
(Being led to Freddy) "Freddy's okay? That's such a relief! I was so worried about him after our show earlier!"
(Misc) "Hey little guy, need any help?"
(Misc) "Don't worry! Chica's here to save the day!"
(Misc) "Did you know that my favorite pizza is pepperoni? I bet you didn't!"
MONTY:
(After being shocked) "Ah! That hurt!"
(Seeing Gregory) "Hey man, you alright? Sorry if I scared you, I didn't mean to."
(Being led to Freddy) "Oh, Freddy? He's pretty cool."
(Misc) "Don't worry, I got this! BOMBS AWAY!"
(Misc) "Hey bro, you can always tell me anything, okay?"
CW: Kidnapping, poison, fear of death, attempted murder, taser
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“Henchman? What are you doing here?” the guard asked, as Henchman exited out of the stairs and into the cold halls of the lower part of Supervillain’s base. “Yeah, sorry… with everything that has happened today I forgot to do the routine check up on the security system” Henchman said trying to sound casual. It was the best lie they could come up with, since no one but they, Right hand and Supervillain where supposed to know when the system was being checked. “a bit late now? Also, you going to do it while there is a party?” the other guard chimed in.
“Would you rather have me not check the system for weaknesses, while the mansion is filled with people, of which not all is a trusted ally of Supervillain?” Henchman answered. The guards looked at each other, before they moved out of the way.
They did not speak until after Henchman rounded the corner. “Do you believe him?” the first one asked. “I… let’s send a message to Right hand to be sure” the other answered.
Henchman quickened their pace as they closed up to the main control room. Fearing they might meet someone else, they shakenly unlocked it, and almost jumped inside when the door opened. Falling down to the floor they took a moment to calm themselves. Getting here had gone smoothly, but shutting the system down was far more complicated.
They sat down on by the large desk and began typing away on the main computer, while their heart was pounding in their ear. After some ten minutes of frantic typing, it was ready. ‘Update to security: do you want to initiate full security shutdown,’ said the robotic voice. Henchman got their key card out, and just as they were about to start the prosses. “Henchman! STOP!”
“…Right hand?” Henchman said at the tall figure that had busted in through the door. “w-what…” Henchman’s mind froze as they jumped out of the chair. “Pleas, Henchman don’t do this” Right Hand said moving slowly toward them. “I know you want to help, but this is not the way. You are going to get yourself killed.”
“If I don’t do this, Civilian is going to get hurt!” Henchman yelled back, their hand moving closer to the card scanner. “If you stop, I’ll promise you, I’ll help save them. But we got to do it another way” Right hand said pleadingly. “Pleas henchman… just go home. We won’t tell anyone you were here, and then will figure this out tomorrow”
Henchman looked into their friends eyes; they have never been like this before. Their hand moved back in hesitation “maybe” Right hand said cautiously “maybe we can all escape tomorrow, and we can all do it together. No more Supervillain, no more hiding” they grabbed Henchman’s free hand. “We can start our lives over”
“I…” Henchman grabbed tight onto Right hand’s hand. “I’m sorry…” they said as they scanned the card. Immediately the alarms went off. Right hand jumped to try and stop the prosses, but Henchman tackled them to the ground. “I will not let Hero spend a single night with that monster!”
“Guards!” Right hand yelled out, the door pushed open as several men ran inn, before long Henchman was pinned to the ground. “Get the system back up!” Right hand yelled to one of the guards “I’ll need to inform Supervillain”
“Right hand! don’t do this! PLEAS!!” Henchman screamed as they tried to twist lose from the guards grip. “And… hide them away for me!” Right hand yelled as they left. Henchman tried to get lose. “Come on Henchman” the guard said, as they began to pull henchman up on their feet. “let’s get you out of here”
They got out of the room as the robotic voice was heard ‘the security system has been restarted’
* * *
Right hand had to stop and recompose themselves as they got up the stairs. The sound off henchman’s voice was still ringing in their ear. Someone called for them and pointed to Supervillain’s location.
Henchman… of all people, why did you have to fall in love with not only a hero, but the Hero?! This whole ordeal was a mess to begin with. But now Right hand fully realised it was about to become a whole lot worse. I need to get the situation under control, Hero’s rescue will have to wait, as Henchman’s safety is far more important.
Going through the door Right hand saw Hero on the floor as the alarms finally stopped. “Sir. there has been a breach in our security! We have already gotten it under control, but some of our outer security was temporarily shut down” they said hiding all emotions hoping that Supervillain will not investigate and give them time to get Henchman to safety, but…
“Take Hero back to their room, I’ll take over!” Supervillain said, before leaving.
Shit… Right hand’s heart dropped… as the door closed behind them. They looked down at Hero. Someone who only a few hours ago was ready to take them and a whole gang of people down in a fight, was now on the floor, all broken.
“Henchman?” Hero whispered, with their last energy. Right hand did not answer them. Just lifted them up in a bridal carry and left. It did not take long before the soft sound of hero’s breath alerted Right hand that Hero had fallen asleep.
* * *
They were not sure what it was that woke them up first, the soft heat on their face or the gentle hand stroking their hair. Hero opened their eyes and gave a small cry as the headache set in. “A bit early for you to wake up” Right hand said, in a monotone voice. “Where am I? and how long did I sleep?” Hero asked as they tried to move, they saw that they had been taken out of the ball gown, and instead they were now in a long soft night gown.
They were both on the sofa in front of the fireplace. And with the warm blanket around them they felt almost normal again, but only almost. They could feel the power suppressor still around their ankle, draining the little amount of heat they had gained.
“You are back in your personal quarters, you slept for only about an hour, two hours max” they answered back. “So, try and sleep for a bit longer” Right hand said, not looking at them. But Hero did not go back to sleep, as their memories started coming back “Right hand… pleas. What happened? And where is Henchman?”
Right hand turned to look at them, Hero could see the red around their eyes “The whole base is still in lockdown; the party was stopped. All the guests have been escorted to a secure location while the base is cleared for any potential intruders. And Henchman…” they wanted to say henchman was hidden away safely, but with supervillain not giving them any update to the situation. “I don’t know…”
Hero had no words, and Right hand looked like they would rather not talk about it. So, the two just sat in silence, for a while.
“How did you and Henchman meet?” Right hand asked after some time. “What? Me and Henchman? Well, we just met in the flower shop. They used to come and visit a lot; I mean they still do, or well… they did…” Now it was Hero who did not face Right hand, and instead looked into the fire.
“They talked a lot about the kind florist, and the small flower shop” Right hand spoke in a soft tone. “It was a place they truly loved to be at. A place away from Supervillain’s terror, I think you gave them the only piece of normal life they have had in all the years they been trapped here” Hero turned to look at them, and it was that moment Hero saw how terrified Right hand looked… “Hero, it’s fear that keep us here, not loyalty. We are all rooting for you to escape. None of us want this! Especially Henchman!”
“Oh… really?” said a cold voice from behind. Right hand jumped up in fear, away from the sofa. “I figured that worm of a security chief would betray me, but you?” Supervillain looked stone cold at Right hand. “So, your all against me as then? At least now it makes sense why you tried to hide that traitor!”
“Supervillain, what have you done to Henchman!” Right Hand yelled, while Supervillain began closing in on Right hand. Hero jumped in between them. “Hero! Step away from them!” Supervillain commanded. “NO! I will not let you hurt them! You, you sicko! You vile piece of garbage!”
“Hero… I expected better of you. Not only are you protecting them, but then you do it in such a foul language!” Supervillain said in an insulted tone. “Oh, well… not going to change anything in the long run…” Supervillain continued as they raised their hand and in one swift movement Hero’s legs gave away making them fall to the floor, as the poison still in Hero’s body paralyse them. “No!” Hero cried out, as Supervillain set their focus on Right hand, who also fell to the floor while screaming in pain, both hands covering their chest. Hero tried to move, they tried using their powers with all their might, but they had nothing.
Supervillain let their control of Right hand go, before turning back to Hero “You are still mine! And if I need to break you, break everyone you care about for you to love me, then that is what I will-!” Supervillain’s sentence was cut off as they let out and ear-piercing scream before they fell to the side. As they fell, Henchman came into view, the still glowing taser in their hand.
“Henchman!” Hero screamed, as tears began to flow. “Civilian!” they ran and embraced Hero in a tight hold. “h-how!?” was all that Hero was able to utter, as Henchman began wiping away Hero’s tears.
“Supervillain sent the same people who hid me out to find me. Honestly the hardest part of getting here, was to convince them not to keep me hidden.” Henchman said in a light but nervous chuckle. Hero just burrowed their head in Henchman’s neck. They both stopped as they heard Right hand’s weak voice “Henchman? You aright?”
They both went to them. “Right hand, the system is all down; Superhero and half the city’s heroes will be here any minute” Henchman said. “Well… best we be getting out of here then” Right hand said in a weak yet humorous voice as they tried and failed to sit up “seems I was wrong about your plan… I’m sorry. Waiting would have been way worse”
Henchman just gave a small nod and helped their friend up. “I told the others to get to Supervillains secret escape path, they will be waiting there. Come on let’s get out of here”
Hero was just about to join and help Right hand when suddenly a hand grabbed around them and pulled them away. “Supervillain!” Henchman and Right hand yelled. “Did you really think that little taser would be enough to stop me!?” Supervillain said in a panting voice, trying to regain a calm composure as they began to drag Hero away.
“Supervillain! Let me go!” Hero yelled, as they fought against the tight grip. “Silence! I deal with you later” they growl in Hero’s ear, as their poisoned started making Hero feel numb. Hero became silent as they tried to fight Supervillain’s hold on them.
Henchman got up to charge at them, but Supervillain raised their hand in a warning. “Oh, Henchman you really had to bite the hand that fed you? After all these years of protecting you, you throw it all away. And for what?”
“I did it to protect the once that mattered to me!” Henchman yelled back, taking a step closer. “tsk. So that’s what I get after all these years, you should be ashamed of yourself!” Supervillain said stepping further away “But it doesn’t matter. You are only one small insignificant obstacle in my master plan. Still, a shame neither of you will live to see it!” they yelled out as Henchman charge at them.
And as Supervillain’s hand moved to poison henchman once and for all, Hero screamed, desperate to help, they somehow in their panic manage to overcome the power suppressor. Supervillain threw themselves away from Hero, as Hero’s hair glowed white quickly engulfing them in a bright flame. “Impossible!” Supervillain screamed.
As the fire spread Hero turned towards Supervillain, who for once looked terrified. Hero rebalanced themselves, before charging, and in one hit Supervillain was blasted through the wall. Leaving a gaping hole in the wall for the smoke to escape from.
An as soon as the fire was created it vanished. Leaving Hero on the floor, their once hazel coloured hair now an ash grey. “Hero!” Henchman yelled as they ran up to them, neither they nor Right hand having been affected by the strange fire.
Hero shivered under henchman’s gentle touch, as heat finally began to fill their body again. “Is, is it safe?” they whispered exhausted. “Soon, we just need to get you to the dock, and you’ll get to rest” Henchman said wrapping Hero up in their jacket.
* * *
By the time they got down to the small hidden dock, the helicopters could be heard from above, as the heroes and police stormed the mansion. Hero lay silently in Henchman’s arms when the ship came into view. There where some odd 30 people there most of whom was already aboard the ship.
“I guess you are not coming with us?” Right hand said looking back at them both. Henchman looked at them and all the people on the ship, the only family they have had. “I’m sorry” they finally said “I was never meant for this kind of life”
Right hand sighed, “yeah, your probably right, you are too much of a softy” they chuckled. They were about to go to the boat but turned to quickly embraced Henchman. “I hope your life will be wonderfully boring” they said before running onboard the boat. “Everyone, hurry up! The heroes are hot on out trail!” they yelled before turning and waving to them as they set off.
After the ship left, it was only Hero and Henchman remaining. Sitting on the edge of the dock they looked out on the horizon, both wanting to forget what was behind them. The rain had finally ended, and a faint blue slowly crept up along the water’s edge. In one way Hero almost wanted to sit here until the sun finally arrived, and on the other they hoped it never did, so they could continue to live in this moment forever.
“What’s going to happen now?” Hero asked, breaking the silence. “I sent a message to Superhero; they said a rescue boat was on the way. They will take you to safety” Henchman said as they wrapped their arms closer around Hero.
“I meant what is going to happen to you?” Hero looked up at them and Henchman looked back at them, deep in thoughts “whatever is going to happen” they whispered, before leaning closer to Hero who did the same. “It’s going to be better than yesterday”
They both suddenly heard a boat approach, though they could not yet see it. And in the small amount of time, they had left of that calm wonderful moment, Hero cupped Henchman’s cheeks and leaned into a kiss. It was calm and soft but did not last near enough for either of them.
The boat came in, and suddenly the dock was full of officers and medical staff. Hero was quickly placed on a stretcher and was taken onboard, while Henchman gave their statements to the officers. The boat took off leaving Henchman and the officers on the dock.
“Where are they taking Hero?” Henchman asked staring at the boat leaving. “We are sending them to a secure location. We can’t say anything specific, but in worst case, they are being taken out of the country” the officer said while noting things down. Suddenly there was a whoosh sound from above, as Superhero landed on the dock. “We have secured the area, and some 12 other villains and supervillains have been captured along with several other people. But we have yet to find Supervillain”
After some talking, the officers moved in toward the mansion, leaving Henchman and Superhero alone. “I’m sorry I could not be of more help” Superhero said “you were right about that security system. Gave us a lot of trouble when it suddenly came back up again” they joined Henchman at the edge, just as the sun brock the horizon line. “Will, I ever see them again?” Henchman asked staring out at the ocean
“Sadly… I don’t know”
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Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5 : Part 6 : Part 7 : Part 8 : End
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so, we are not fully at the end yet, as I will do an Epilogue, but wow this have been a huge learning curve for me. going to be honest I never planed for this to go past art one originally. I learned a lot, and there are many mistakes I made along the way that I hope I can avoid in the future.
Like have more than a vague idea of how things are going to go xP
