He couldn't breathe. That's the first thing he noticed. The second thing was that his clothes were wet. His muscles burned and his lungs ached.
What was happening? Where was he?
And why was it so cold?
Villain didn't dare open his eyes. He didn't want to know where he was.
The last thing he remembered was his warm, dry home. A small apartment at the edge of the city.
So how and why was he here? He didn't recall leaving, especially considering the mess he was in. Why would he leave his hiding place and risk getting captured?
Or maybe... had they found him? No, impossible.
He had been so careful. He had made sure no one followed him home that night.
Villain cracked an eye open. As the water touched his eye, he shut it again. No, bad idea.
Faintly, behind the water somewhere, he heard footsteps. And muffled voices.
His hand touched cold glass, and he pushed blindly, trying to do at least something. Somehow get out. Get away from here.
Loud laughs sounded behind the glass.
Unfamiliar voices.
He banged his fist against the glass, trying to crack his eyes open but not being able to hold them open long enough to see something. Just light, blurred colors.
Villains head hurt. His lungs hurt. He needed air, but couldn't get any.
His mouth opened on its own. He was going to drown. There was water in his mouth.
But it stopped there. He breathed the water in, but the only thing entering his lungs was air. His eyes shot open.
White walls all around. He was still in the tank, his hand still touching the glass.
He wasn't drowning.
Villain tried to turn, pushing himself off the glass walls and slamming into the opposite wall.
Two people, one slightly taller than the other stood directly infront of the tank, behind them three figures in white coats.
Supervillains loud laugh echoed through the room when she saw villains face.
The person next to her, superhero, just stared with a blank expression.
Villain pushed himself back, his back hitting the glass.
because I feel like poop and usually leaving for a while helps me sort stuff out instead of endlessly scrolling to avoid my problems
not sure how long I will be gone......a month.....a year....twelve years....who knows
I will be on twitter and if you know me IRL you have my Facebook.....also I will get an email if anyone sends me a message on here but I would prefer u did not
and i promise if all you do is bitch about a game produced by people who are trying their hardest to please everyone, you're getting unfollowed and blocked. you people are some of the most ungrateful pissbaby dicks i've ever seen i s2g
dont like the game or it's developers? dont play the game
