Writing Prompt #3

Writing Prompt #3

TW: knife, future murder?

“Do you know why they call killing someone with a knife personal?”

“No…”

“Because you have to be close to whomever you’re trying to kill. I personally think it’s cute.”

“And why is murdering someone cute?”

“Because whoever decided that was clearly a terrible knife thrower.”

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Snippet #1

TW: light description of injuries

“I’m not as bad as the others say, you know.” Villain tried.

“Quiet, Villan.” Hero’s Sidekick barked.

“Ooh, so scary. Truly, I’m shaking in my boots.” Villain’s Sidekick scoffed.

The cuffs rattling was the only other sound as the group made their way through the hospital wing.

“If you just talk to Hero-“

Hero’s Sidekick cut Villan’s plea off. “I’ll do what I want, thank you.” Villain sighed. There really was no way to get anything through their thick skull. Just like Hero warned.

Hero’s Sidekick opened a door at the end of the hall, shoving Villain through before entering themselves. “Thank you, Hero’s Sidekick. You can take Villain’s Sidekick to the medbay and check over their wounds.”

Out of the corner of their eye Villan saw their sidekick and Hero’s Sidekick back out of the room. Villain wasn’t for sure, but they could’ve sworn they heard one of the sidekicks whispering. Something about going somewhere private.

“I figured they could use some time alone.” The Hero clarified after the door closed. They stood, crossing the room to get a proper look at Villain. The Villain felt hands— ever so lightly— brush against theirs, the handcuffs clattering on the floor a heartbeat later. Villain didn’t dare look up.

“Look at me.”

Villain wrapped their arms around Hero instead.

“Hey,” The hero lifted the villan’s chin. Shallow cuts, split lip. A black eye. Tears rolling down their face. “Look at me.”

Their eyes met.

“Tell me who did this to you.”

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Snippet #3.02

First part here!

TW: description of wounds, needle, held down, explosion

All they knew for certain was their leg was in pain. No, that wasn’t the right word. Burning, aching… throbbing? Yeah, those were better descriptions. All three fit the agonizing feeling that made Hero want to scream.

They knew the walls were a dark green, the cabinets were a shiny silver color. The hero tried to focus on the things around them. It’d keep them from full blown panic.

They swallowed— though their throat was sandpaper —when they noticed a cut about mid-thigh too clean to be accident, right where the searing seemed to originate from.

Upon closer inspection it almost looked like someone slashed their suit then stabbed them. But there wasn’t blood anywhere? Just a blackish-blue bruise the size of a fist?

Hey, wait a minute, that was the same mark an epipen would leave. Wait a minute, did an epipen do that? Did their epipen do that?

It was at that moment the door swung open. The hero froze as two people walked in. Lab coats, one in a turtleneck, the other in a set of off-blue colored scrubs.

They immediately categorized them as civilians, medical workers. The two kept their heads buried in their tablets, effectively not noticing the hero’s awakened state. That was until one of them pulled out a needle and reached for the IV.

The only way Hero could describe what happened when they grabbed the medic’s arm as pure chaos. The medic shrieked, scaring the other nurse who in turn tossed their tablet. The scream apparently alerted others, and now there were more people flooding through the door.

The command for someone to hold Hero down came from the first nurse, and moments later their arms, legs, and shoulders were pinned down. They couldn’t get up. They couldn’t fight them. No, nononono.

“Getoffgetoffgetoff. Get off me!”

“Let them alone,” A new voice rang, calm, but yet still commanding. It was enough that the nurses backed off, thank goodness.

“Its morphine, if that’s what you were so dearly frightened about. You were afraid of it being poison?”

Did they just-? How did they know that?

“Or was it something else entirely … You’ve been quite on edge, even before the doctors arrived…” Oh, they’re a mind reader. Great, just what Hero needed.

“Now now, that’s no way to greet your savior,”

Who is this, who do they think they are?

“You’ll call me a concerned party. If I may ask, do you remember what happened that landed you here?”

Hero couldn’t seem to remember anything. The last thing they could remember was sprinting across rooftop after rooftops towards a bank vault heist in progress. They could see a figure in the distance, but Hero was too far away yet to see who. Was it Supervillain or Thief, perhaps?

No, it was someone they’d never seen before. Hero made note of the stormy grey body suit, a deep green glow illuminating from lines carved into their suit. They couldn’t tell for certain, but it looked like the suit was the expensive stuff— fireproof, bulletproof, the works.

Whoever this was, they had deep connections. And money. Lots of money.

Hero made their presence known as they approached. The figure swiveled, eyes wide. They took a step back. And another. Then they were running into the bank? Despite the questionable action, Hero gave chase.

When the person took a left turn down a corridor, Hero didn’t expect them to come barreling back at an inhuman speed. Hero crashed into the figure, falling face first to the ground. They looked up.

Oh, so that’s why they were running like they saw a demon. That’s a bomb.

Well, it was close enough to a demon.

The last thing they could remember was running. The other person was nowhere in sight, so they must have already made it out, right?

“Hey.” Someone shook Hero’s shoulder, effectively bringing them back to reality. But what about the epipen bruise? They couldn’t explain where the mark came from.

Their savior chuckled. “I’ll let you alone for a moment. There’s someone waiting, they can clarify I do believe.” And without answering Hero’s question, they left.

The next person to enter the room sent Hero’s heart in a frenzy.

“I’m told you recognized me,” They held out a hand to shake. It was them. They were alive! “I’m Villain. And I believe we have a few things to discuss.”

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Writing Prompt #4

“I’m sure it’ll work this time! What do I always say?”

“I’m leaving and I’ll either kill or be killed, don’t come looking for me?”

“Not that, the other thing!”

“Sticks and stones may break my bones but Hero’s flirts won’t get to me?”

“I- When did I say that?”

“Yesterday. You literally said that yesterday.”