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Prompt #247
The villain leaned in for a kiss, and the hero met them half way.
But one of them kept their eyes open the whole time.
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TW: Head trauma, broken bone, abuse, swearing
“I can’t believe we lost again!” Sidekick threw their hands up in frustration and Villain flinched. “It’s your fault, you know!” Sidekick shoved Villain. “If you could just pay attention to the damn fight instead of going off into la la land, maybe we could win for once!”
“Sidekick, look, you haven’t been doing this for a long time, and-”
Sidekick struck Villain across the face and Villain stepped back. A month ago, Villain would have been angry. They would have hit back- or tried to. Now, instead of anger, fear rose in their chest.
“You don’t try hard enough!” Sidekick screamed at Villain. “You think I just want to frolic around the city in a costume and go home every time Hero shows an ounce of resistance?? Hero is the enemy! Just fucking take them out already!”
“Sidekick, I’m doing everything that I can.”
A warm red glow started forming around Sidekick’s hands. “Well your ‘everything’ isn’t enough!”
“Please, Sidekick, just listen- you don’t know-”
Suddenly, red engulfed Villain and they were slammed into the wall. They fell to the floor as the red dissipated. “Don’t tell me what I do and don’t know!” Sidekick was shaking with rage, hands up and ready to strike again.
“S-Sidekick-” Villain coughed, “Why don’t you put 100% into the fights? Y-you’re strong- you could win every time!”
Sidekick snarled. “Because that would give away all my secrets. Besides, I shouldn’t have to.” Red swallowed up Villain’s body again, and they were hurled all the way across the room this time.
Villain tried to push themself off the ground as Sidekick circled closer. “P-please-”
Sidekick kicked Villain back down and red consumed Villain again, lifting them off the ground and then slamming them down again like a rag-doll. There was a sickening crack and Villain screamed.
“This should give you some time to consider how you can push harder. You won’t be fighting on that leg for a while.” Sidekick kicked Villain hard in the temple and Villain’s body went limp
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“Villain. Villain, wake up. Can you hear me?” Came a distant voice. “Villain, come on, open your eyes.” Villain struggled to force themself awake as someone shook their shoulder. “Please, Villain, come on.”
Villain’s eyelids felt heavy as lead as they finally managed to open them a bit. Everything was blurred and out of focus.
“Villain!” Someone caught them up in their arms and a jolt of pain shot through Villain’s leg. They tried to yell, but all that came out was a thick, choked sound. The person holding them hushed them. “I know. I know it hurts, but we’ve gotta get out of here. It’s not safe.
Despite the pain, Villain soon found themself drifting back into oblivion.
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It all feels the same
I loathe Heroine.
I loathed her ever since the first time I saw her. From the very first flashy, dumb grin she flashed at me.
I loathe the littered freckles on her cheeks and the red, long scar that went over her jawline. The dark circles under her eyes and her forever messy curly hair.
I loathe her stubbornness. How she shows up every day. How she manages to get up every time. How convinced she is that her actions truly matter. How she fights for each pathetic person, as if each and every soul was so precious to her.
I loathe the way she pretends. Pretends to be confident. Pretends to be in control. Even when she is hurt and anxious and so obviously tired. How she comforts every victim, when she can barely calm herself. How she smiles softly, even at me. As if I were that easy to fool.
I hate her for rescuing me.
She threw herself into the water. She pulled me up to the shore. She stayed until I sat steadily. Then she left. Not even giving a demand or a price or a reason.
I hate how she laughs at my jokes. As if we were friends. As if I actually make her smile.
I hate her most when it’s just the two of us. Hate how calm she gets. Hate how much she underestimates me. How calmer she gets.
And I was angry when I found her lying in the cold. Angry at her recklessness and bravery and passion, that forced her to never back down. Angry that I had to drag her out of there. That she used me for warmth. That she looked so comfortable.
I get angry when she doubts herself.
Because I know just how harder my life has been ever since she came to it. I know how kind she is in her greatest victories, I know how purposeful she is in her darkest hours, I know her better than everyone.
I was angry at her lover the moment I met her.
Angry at this feeble, laughable, fool who seemed to think she deserves Heroine. I got furious when she approached me. The idiot smiled and offered her hand.
I pushed it right away. I shoved her past me and wanted to walk away, to wait until she realizes just how useless she is to everyone. Wait until she leaves my and Heroine’s life.
But she dared to keep talking. Dared to say she understands me. Dared to say Heroine’s name.
I lashed out at her.
I yelled that she has no right to tell me about Heroine. That she’ll never know Heroine like I do. That she is just lonely and desperate enough for Heroine to pity. That she would never truly love her.
I was pulled to the ground, and saw Heroine above me.
I could barely recognize her face. There was so much loathe and hatred and anger in her stare. I never saw her like this, not when she fought the worst of villains, not in the most stressful situations and not when I was in danger.
She told me to stay away from her lover. That otherwise she will kill me. That she doesn’t want to see me ever again.
She only stopped when my eyes started to water. I couldn't tell anymore what expression she wore, but I saw her leaving. Panic rose through me, and I called her name. Begging her to stay.
She looked back at me, and for the last time, I saw her clearly. There was no malice nor pity in her eyes. Only disgust.
I loathed myself ever since.
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Prompt 133
The cell was damp, cold. Not even a barred window was spared. Hero sighed – Supervillain sure took their precautions.
“What I would give for a knight in shining armour,” they chuckled, mostly to themselves.
“You called?” A figure rounded the corner.
They gasped. “Villain...?”
“The one and only. And to answer that question,” they held out a hand, “perhaps your heart?”
Obedience Without Rules
“Fascinating”- Supervillain smiled- “that I have enough power to hurt you both simultaneously.”
Hero couldn’t respond as her mouth opened in a silent scream. The pain was becoming intolerable, rising with each moment, exhausting her further and further, yet she couldn’t simply pass out. Supervillain knew her limit after days of torture. He wouldn’t cross the line which allowed Hero any amount of relief.
If she could have, Hero would have turned to face Villain, to see if his line had been met yet. He’d arrived- arrived, how dare I think that? Villain had been captured two days after Hero. As much as she’d like to think Villain deserved the treatment Supervillain was fond of, she knew it wasn’t true.
“Ah- ah!”
“Don’t,” Hero breathed. “Don’t fight it.” How long had it taken her to say it after the fact? It wasn’t immediate, she knew, because it took her several moments to even collect her thoughts through the pain. Beyond that, there were a series of croaks which escaped her before she could speak a single coherent word. Did what she say even make sense now?
“Yeah, well, I’m not- not- Mm!” Villain was wincing in the moments he couldn’t speak. The pain, the one Supervillain was inflicting, was becoming unbearable.
Villain was in better shape than Hero, that was for sure, but it wouldn’t last. All three of those in the room knew it. Supervillain, most of all.
“I’m not just gonna let it happen!” Villain finally got out.
Supervillain listened to their banter long enough. He watched the two from the door, happy he didn’t have to take a step further into the room. It meant he could keep the door open, a taunt to his captives. Seeing a way out…they must have just been itching, huh? Ready to sprint? Prepared to claw Supervillain’s eyes and cheeks out. But they couldn’t.
Clenching a fist, Supervillain let the rest of his body relax. Villain’s grunts became screams, became pleas, became voiceless whines in the back of his throat.
For once, Supervillain was giving Hero a break, letting her slump in her chains. She was righteous enough that hearing another person hurt, even if they were considered a bad guy in her eyes, would pain her just as much as manipulating her mind into thinking it was in real pain.
Electrochemical reactions. How fun they were to play with. How easily you could control a person by firing them off. Ping the nerve cells. Make them hurt.
It’s what Supervillain was doing to Villain now. Hopefully, he wouldn’t pass out soon. It’d only been fifteen minutes, and that wasn’t enough time to satisfy Supervillain. Although, maybe…Hero was on a break right now. Maybe Supervillain could push Villain to his limit and then move onto Hero again.
“Stop,” Hero finally wheezed, not thinking about what she was doing. Her intention was to make Supervillain move on away from Villain, which he did, leaving the open doorway and walking towards her. “He’s- he’s had enough.”
Hero didn’t think about the continued pain Villain would feel, the exhaustion which would set in, making his bones creak as they were continuously being pulled on by the chains above his head.
Supervillain’s painful power was a blaring feeling while he was actively tormenting them. But…well, they were better off if they passed out from the pain during or afterwards. At least that way, Villain would have a chance to heal.
Hero already messed up, though. She got Supervillain’s attention before Villain could reach that point of healing.
Passing out shouldn’t have been better than this life. It shouldn’t have been, and yet…yet, it was.
“And you, Hero, haven’t had enough?”
In a moment, Hero’s limbs were light- felt like feathers. She drew in a breath, slowly, allowing herself to feel the air all the way in her lungs before releasing- or trying to release. What happened instead was that she drew in a breath on top of the first as something panged in her chest. The extra breath made her chest hurt worse- beyond the pain Supervillain was inflicting himself. “St-stop. Stop, please.”
“Oh? Now you have had enough? Make up your mind, little girl.”
To everyone’s great surprise, Villain spoke up. “You’d do well,” he rasped at Supervillain, “to not…demean her. She’s-” Hero couldn’t see it, but Villain was looking over at her, head hung low, yet high enough to admire her- even if she was sweaty. “-stronger than I am, than I’ll- than I’ll ever be.”
He knew Hero had been here longer, had been tormented greater than he had been yet. And she was volunteering in order for him to catch a breath.
Hero grunted as she was relieved of her pain again. She nearly cursed when Villain’s voice pitched. “Give us a break!” she screamed at Supervillain. Had Hero had a hand available, she’d have slapped it over her lips. Dread churned in her stomach and she quickly apologized.
“You’re apologizing? You think that takes back your disobedience.”
“Can’t be disobedient if you haven’t set rules,” Villain piped, regaining the most miniscule amount of strength as Supervillain’s focus was changed again. He wouldn’t let Hero take the blows, but he didn’t know why. Maybe it was only because she did it for him first. Ah, it didn’t matter.
“Villain,” Hero’s voice was quiet, broken. “Stop. You can’t- can’t do this for me. Just stay silent.”
“No. You don’t deserve-”
Supervillain hummed, sending a high frequency in his captives’ ears. Villain’s eyes and mouth opened as if the sound could simply pour out, meanwhile Hero was clenching every muscle tight, squeezing the sound out.
“It seems you both want to sacrifice yourselves for the other. I reckon that makes this easy. If you”- Hero’s pain flared and she screeched- “want to take the pain for him, I’ll let you. And since you”- now Villain hollered- “want to take hers, I’ll let you. You both make this too easy.”
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