Writing Prompt #4

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.”

The pain begins young, with an incurable and wretched disease that brings only an agonizing death to some, and a helpless death to others. At this point in life, I am too young to know what any of that means, but it still takes its toll. I learn what my limitations are rather quickly.

While I struggle with the deadly blow life has poured out to me, I am shunned by my peers because of it. As the years go by I drift further away from those around me. My pain is silent for only me to know, and before I know it, the world around me is too.

Then one day, knowledge calls with siren sweet lullabies. There in her arms I learn it all, spiraling towards my purpose without any clue as to how long before I land.

Poisons, chemicals, and nature’s deadliest being among the few lessons I learn, with more than a few scars to prove such. My love for information has only added an accelerant to the pile- the only thing missing; a match.

As I look at the world around me, I see brokenness. I see how greedy people with power are, letting hundreds die just so they can make their quick, fat buck. I see those with the authority to stop the suffering don’t because they can only see the ceiling. They have become too stuck up to do anything about it. It sickens me. And with that, the inferno begins. They will be the first to go.

I am a con artist, a thief. I steal so others who suffer won’t anymore. I am dangerous, a pyromaniac. I destroy so the corrupt cannot continue their wicked deeds. I am a threat to the world around me.

I am a villain.

Ehem,

Dear Heroes, Villains, Sidekicks, Superheroes, Supervillains (including retired ones) Civilians, Witches, Wizards, even Whumpers, Whumpees and Caretakers (if you find the following question interesting) and literally everyone else,

If you were a villain, what would your backstory be?

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Snippet #3.01

TW: needle, asphyxiation, implied kidnapping 

“Not many get to see the my face and live,” a voice behind Hero hissed. A sharp object pressed against their neck.

Their brain regestered the thing too late. A needle. Before they had a chance to protest, the contents were injected and needle removed.

Villain circled to their front, studying. “You won’t remember what I look like. How maddening that will be for you. So close, yet, never close enough.”

Hero’s eyes were wide, their hand at the base of their neck.

“What was in that?” The hero rasped. Their breath was coming up shorter by the second.

The villain’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “It was chloroform, w-“ The hero’s breaths were gasps, Villain noticed. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Before they could ask, however, the hero collapsed. The villain caught them, by some miracle.

The hero was still conscious, which was somewhat of a good sign, Villan noted as they lowered Hero to the ground. Villain checked for a pulse whilst Hero tried to fight them off. It registered in the villan’s mind why they were panicking.

Hero wasn’t breathing. They must of had a reaction to something. They needed a hospital, not to run away!

Villain had froze, allowing Hero the time to get away for just a moment before Villain grabbed for their wrist again. Hero made it a few paces away before grabbing ahold of their boot and ripping it off. They fished out one of the items stored inside the heel. An epipen. They opened the case just as their world went dark.

When the hero awoke, they knew they weren’t in the hospital.

Part 2

Short Prompt #352

"...What are you doing...?" - the villain carefully asked, watching the civilian with a quirked brow.

Civilian turned to face them and huffed, dropping the shaking stranger they had been holding against the wall and letting them scramble away. "Well, if Hero is gonna be such a lazy ass, not do their job and keep us safe, then we'll just have to do it ourselves."

"...And that guy...?" - Villain questioned once more, half-heartedly pointing towards where the other person ran.

"Tried to stab me, so I pulled a gun on him."

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.”

Can you do something with Freddy Freeman from shazam pls. Like something that mainly focuses on his disability and angst with some comfort at the end-

I am sorry, dear anon. I have never watched this movie and I don’t know the characters. Apologies. I could write a dynamic in which a character (or multiple characters) has a disability or chronic disease, if you would ever so want?