AI-less Whumptober Day 5: Non-concental Touching (Alt Prompt 25)
AI-less Whumptober Day 5: Non-concental Touching (Alt Prompt 25)
Fandom: The Dragon Prince
Warning: Sexual assault, pedophile, character death.
Summary: While aboard the Sea Legs Finnegan decided that if Callum won't give him the spell to him he'll just take something else.
Callum was scared. He was chained up, below the deck of the Sea Legs. Hed been shocked a few too many times and Finnegan was starting to get tired of his defiance. "Pain just doesn't do it for you, does it?" He spat. "Fine, I'll just take something else for you."
The pirate signaled for Deadwood to stop shocking the mage. Then he pointed to the door, "leave us. Stay by the door."
Elmore nodded and left. As the door closed Finnegan kneeled down to Callum, "I would give you another chance but you're just too damn cute."
'Cute?' Callum's stomach sank. What did that mean. Why was the pirate looking at his with such, lust? That couldn't be right. The prince had to just be imagining it. There was no way Finnegan could have such an intent. "What?" He said sternly.
Finnegan raised his hand to the mage's face and gently caressed it. Callum tried to shy away from his hand but the pirate made sure he couldn't. "Is hot better?"
"What the hell is wrong with you,? Creep!" Callum shouted. Finnegan's other hand gently touched his hip. Again he tried to move out to find he couldn't. His question went unanswered.
Callum felt the grip on his hip tighten, "I'll tell you how to do the spell!"
"That time has passed." With his hand still on his face, the mage was pulled into a kiss. He tried to pull away. He tried to fight him. However Finnegan's grip would just tighten.
Callum raised his legs and attempted to kick his enemy off of him. He failed. Finnegan pulled away from their frosted kiss and smiled. "You taste sweet."
He moved his head to face the ground. The prince pulled more of the chains, trying to break free. He didn't want this, he didn't want any of this. "Let me go."
"No, I don't think I will." This time Finnegan moved his legs over Callum's, pinning him. His knees almost reached the poll. He towered over the boy. "Save the shaking for later dear, I'll treat you well."
Callum didn't know what to do. He could do nothing as Finnegan ran his dirty hands all over him. They lingered in certain areas longer. His hips, lower stomach, sides and his neck all felt dirty. The pirate brought his hands down to Callum's ass and grabbed it. Then he shifted to his dick.
Callum couldn't breathe. Tears welled in his eyes as he realized there was nothing he could do. There didn't seem to be anything that could save him. Zym and Bait couldn't help him, his friends were all above deck, and all of Finnegan's crew was too scared of him to do anything. He squirmed under the older man's grasp.
"Stay still" Finnegan spoke. It was unnerving that he didn't sound angry, he didn't really sound annoyed either. He sounded like a friend trying to get you to stay still when you have something on your shirt.
The tears Callum had been avoiding fell from his eyes. He was terrified about what was about to happen to him. As one of Finnegan's hands ran up his thigh, the other one started to undo Callum's belt. "Please" he whimpered, "stop."
Above deck Ezren started to cry. His link with Zym led to him knowing what was going on just out of sight. He started to struggle more. He pulled and pulled as he cried. He was unsure what he would do if he did escape.
"Ezren?" Soren yelled.
"What's going on?" Rayla asked immediately after.
"It's Callum!" Ezren's voice broke. "Finnegan's hurting him!"
"Callum's strong, he'll be okay." Soren did his best to comfort his little brother, even if he was saying it for himself too. "There's nothing we can do."
"No, we have to!" Ezren took a breath but his voice still wavered as he spoke, "he's, he's touching him and-" his words became impossible to understand.
"Are you really going to let him do that!?" Soren shouted at the crew. No one said anything.
"Zym help him." Ezren whisper cried.
Below deck Finnegan was holding Callum in a harsh kiss before starting to remove his own clothing. Callum had been left in his underwear, his pants pulled down to his shoes and his shirt of to the side. He had several bight marks and hickeys now, one uncomfortably close on his thigh.
Zym did as he was told. He sent an uncontrolled wave of lighting in the two's direction. The bolt hit Finnegan but the current carried it to Callum as well. Both cried out in pain.
Finnegan stumbled back just enough for Callum to kick him in the jaw. When he went to stand, the prince took out his feet. Before the pirate could say anything Zym shocked him again.
Callum struggled and reached for the necessary ingredient needed for a spell. He grabbed the tail and crushed it in his hand, "Meht dnib leets gnirehtils."
The chains around his wrists became snakes and slithered around the floor of the ship. "Fulminis!" he yelled. Lightning shot towards Finnegan. Callum grabbed his pants and pulled them back up, fastening them quickly. He grabbed his shirt from where it lay and hasty got it on his body. His breathing never slowed.
Finnegan stood and walked over to his desk. He grabbed a knife and walked towards his prize. "What are you doing?"
Callum brought his hand up, ready to cast another spell but a knife ended up in it. "I don't think so."
"Leave me alone."
Once more Finnegan grabbed Callum's face, "no" he forced him to kiss him. This time Callum played in just enough to be able to grab the knife that was stuck in his own hand and drove it through Finnegan's chest.
Callum felt no remorse for what he had just done. He spent a short second trying to make it look like nothing happened then he slammed the door open to the deck. He tossed the bloody knife down into the wood and requested that his friends be released.
Even Ezren didn't feel bad for the body below deck. He ran to Callum as soon as he was free and stood in front of him, ready to hug him if he wanted one. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah" Callum shook. There was blood on his clothes and hand. Soren came over and tore a piece of fabric off of his clothes. He grabbed Callum's hand to wrap it but he pulled away.
"Sorry." Callum slowly handed his hand over to Soren to wrap.
Villads walked over to the ship's wheel and got them back on track.
"Did he-?" Soren asked.
Rayla went to get Zym, Bait, and the little glow toads.
"How did-?" Fear laced his words.
"Zym." Ezren answered.
"No, Zym saved me."
Zym and Bait met with Callum, Zym nigging his leg. Rayla and the other glow toads followed. "Do you want to talk a-" Rayla started.
"No, let's just find Aaravos and go home. Please."
"Okay." Ezren made his way across the ship. He knew his brother had a long road to recovery and he may not know how to help him on that road. But he also knew that no matter what, he would be there for him. Always.
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AI-less Whumptober Day 3: Sensory Deprivation/Isolation
Fandom: The Dragon Prince
Summary: What if Viren hadn't told anyone where Gren was? What if he had just been left to die? (Fun fact at the end)
Warning: Broken bones and self injuries
Gren hated the dungeon. His arms were tired of being upright and he could swear his hands were ice cold. He began to hate the taste of bread, even though he had liked it a lot before, as it was all he was ever given. Water had never been something he was so relieved to have.
It was lonely. Very lonely. Gren tried to talk to the Moonshadow elf that had been placed in the dungeon. Even though he only answered once, the commander called it a win.
Every time Viren came down the stairwell Gren wondered if he would be released. He knew that there was nothing he had done to be placed in the dungeon. His treatment has been unjust and when he was free he would make sure that the dark mage didn't go unpunished for his actions.
The worst part was the silence. The Moonshadow elf wasn't good company. He never spoke. Viren was the one who locked him down there. He hardly spoke to him as well.
Gren heard nothing from the room further in the dungeon. With all the screaming from before the commander assumed that the mage had killed him.
Now he was alone. It had been a while since Viren had come down the stairs. Gren didn't know if it had been days or just a few hours.
Eventually he started to talk to himself to fill the void. He had been isolated from everything with no way to escape.
After a while Gren's optimism couldn't help him. He was hungry and tired and scared; scared of dying alone. He missed the touch of another human being.
His skin crawled because he hadn't been touched in what felt like an eternity. Gren craved a hug from Amaya or Corvus. It almost physically hurt how much he missed people. He was social and extroverted.
People were his thing. The commander loved the presence of others. He loved talking to them and loved listening more. Now all he could do was talk and listen to himself.
The conversations started silly and short. Then they stopped being silly. They turned into talks about life and death. It turned into him finally saying the things he was too scared to say out loud.
Time was his enemy. Time ticked on as Gren wasted away, praying someone would find him and save him.
Eventually he came to the conclusion no one was coming. There was nothing he could do to help them find him and no way he could escape. He gave up standing and collapsed to the ground, his arms jerking up. He yelled as pain shot though his wrist and arms from the quick movement.
Gren began to breathe quickly. His chest quickly rose and fell as he heaved. He tried to pull his arms to his chest but was stopped by the chains. He screamed in frustration and slammed his fist into the wall behind him.
Then one of his hands slipped out of the cuff. Still panicking he kept pulling in the other one. He looked down to see why his other hand had slipped out.
Gren had already tried to break them back when he was first wrongfully chained up. But it wasn't the metal that had broken. His hand had.
The commander's right hand had been broken when he struck the wall. He looked at his other hand and decided he had to break that on two.
Blood dripped onto the ground from where his hands had cut open. Gren slammed the side of his hand into the wall over and over until he felt his thumb break. He slipped it out and tried to stand.
It took a minute but Gren made it to the stairs. Then he forced his body to stay upright long enough to get get to the door. His legs gave and he fell onto the top step. He leaned against the door and waited for a moment before starting to yell and hit the door.
"Help!" He screamed. No awesome. "Please" he whimpered.
"Is someone there?"
A voice. "yes! Please help!"
"I'll be right back! Just hold on!"
Gren smiled for the first time in a while. He was safe. When the door was opened Gren saw his saviors. A woman he didn't recognize stood before him. Behind her was the familiar face of Corvus. Near the door the interpreter could see Ezren. He sighed knowing he was safe.
Corvus moved to help Gren up. As soon as it was possible Gren grabbed the other and pulled him into a hug. It had been too long. He held him and cried. He didn't care about his hands all he wanted was to be around people. It was nice being warm again.
"Are you okay?" Ezren said as he walked over to him.
"I am now."
Note: Did you know that it actually is possible to dislocate your thumb in a way that can get you out of handcuffs/chains? The lower joint in your thumb is what needs to be dislocated. It's kinda neat.
AI-less Whumptober Day 6: "It Should Have Been Me."
Fandom: The Dragon Prince
Warning: Character Death
Summary: Runaan goes on a job. A young girl gets caught in the crossfire.
Ethari did have a good feeling when Runaan left for him next job. He had put Rayla to bed and had made a cup of tea. He sat on a chair in the living room for most of the night. As the sky started to lighten, he started to pace.
It was almost morning when Runaan returned home. Ethari was on his fourth cup of tea, using the same tea leaves, when the door opened. He was going to greet him, but the elf had already made his way to the room.
The assassin slammed his bow down onto the ground. He quietly yelled in frustration and started to walk around the room. He jumped when he saw Eathari.
"Are you okay?" Ethari walked over to him.
Runaan opened his mouth to speak but couldn't. He instead collapsed onto his lover's arms. He cried into his shoulder.
All Ethari could do was hold him. He hoped Rayla would wake up late. All any of them needed was to add her into the equation.
"It should have been me."
"What?" His voice shook as he spoke.
"It should have been me. I should be the one we have to bury!"
"Runaan, please don't talk like that. What happened?"
He didn't answer. Instead he muttered the words again.
"Runaan, talk to me." Ethari was trying not to cry. Sure, Runaan had come back to him hurt and unstable, but this was new.
The assassin pulled back, out of the craftsmen's comforting arms. He looked at his own and apologized. "I forgot about the-" his voice broke.
"Darling it's just clothes. Please, let me take a look at you. Are you hurt?"
"It's- not, mine."
"It's going to be okay. Let's get you cleaned up." Ethari stood and offered a hand out. When Runaan didn't move the craftsmen informed him that he'll be right back.
He brought back a damp rag. "Here, give me your hands." He took Runaan's shaky hands and gently scrubbed them. The man was still trembling and tears were still falling from his eyes.
Ethari wanted to take away his pain. He looked into his eyes and softly asked, "what happened love?"
"There was this, this young girl. You get them Rayla."
Ethari's heart sunk. That's why Runaan was so distressed.
"She had" he paused "She came out of nowhere. I didn't, have time. The leader had aimed at me. He missed and" the words became sobs again as Runaan tried to explain. "I should have been me."
"It's going to be okay." Light had begun to fill the room. It wouldn't be long before Rayla would wake up. "Breathe. Let's go to our room okay?"
Runaan just grabbed him. He wrapped his arms around him tightly and didn't move. A door creeped open. Ethari listened to the footsteps as he tried to calm his husband. He didn't want Rayla to see Runaan like this, for both of their sakes.
The footsteps got quieter and the door closed gently.
Slowly, Runaan recovered. He laid on Ethari's chest, asleep. The man sat against the couch, trying to figure out how he was going to get circulation back in his leg.
Rayla decided it should be okay to come out of her room. She shut her door silently and walked the hallway without revealing she was there. She came into the living room and looked at the two of them.
Ethari had his head on the couch, even though it was uncomfortable. His arms were around his lover and Runaan's were around him. "Is everything okay?"
"It will be."
"What happened? Is he okay?"
Ethari paused. "He, just had a rough night."
"How rough because he was crying pretty hard earlier."
"Very. He'll be okay. He might be off for a while but it'll be okay."
"Okay. Are you okay? You look tired."
"Yeah, I'm okay."
Rayla seemed satisfied with that answer. She walked into the kitchen and returned with breakfast and a hot tea with just the right amount of sugar for Ethari. He smiled as she entered the room. "Thank you Rayla."
She just smiled and handed the cup to him. "Can you bring me a damp cloth?" He asked.
"Yeah" she whispered. After moment she came back to the room and handed it to him. "Here."
"Thank you." He took bits of Runaan's hair into his hands and gently pressed the cloth against it to get buts of dried blood out of it.
Rayla sat down near him with her legs crossed, "he'll be okay."
"I know. Are you okay? This can be a lot to deal with."
"Yeah I'm okay."
"Okay."
The room filled with silence. Eventually Rayla fell asleep and Ethari was alone again. What could he do about this? Nothing he could say or do would ever convince Runaan that it wasn't his fault. So he just had to be there, be a shoulder to lean on, be a chest to sleep on, and be arms that he could feel safe and loved in.
Ethari took a deep breath then took a sip of his tea. He had a long way to go and the road would not make it easy. But no matter what, he would make sure Runaan made it through the rocks and breyers. Even if it meant holding his hand and walking through it with him.
Soultember Prompt 3: First Words
Fandom: The Bad Batch
Summary: The first words your soulmate will ever tell you is tattooed somewhere on your body. Tech and Phee are about to meet for the first time.
The concepts of soulmates always fascinated Tech. How could the universe know exactly who you would fall in love with or be extremely close to. The fact that someone could be distended to meet, that destiny it's self existed, was quite intriguing.
He analyzed his words closely. "Hey now, got a name brown eyes?" Clearly their speech patter now informal. He'd have to correct that. The nickname brown eyes was quite strange. All clones had brown eyes. Well most.
The writing rested on the inner part of his wrist. Tech liked looking at the tattoo. If fate existed then he had to at least live long enough to meet them.
Phee questioned hers. 'A clone?' she wondered. It wasn't until the war that she knew she'd have to find him out of thousands of thousands of men. At least she'd have a big extended family.
After the war, Tech knew he'd find them because of the missions they would go on for Cid. Well he didn't know but it just right.
"Hey now got a name, brown eyes?"
"Tech, However the phenotypic eye color for all clones is brown."
Something felt familiar about the words.
"Brown eyes?" Tech repeated.
"Tech?"
Wrecker shook Tech out of excitement. "Tech! You found her!"
"Yes, I did."
Phee smiled, "well it's nice to meet you, soulmate."
"It is nice to meet you as well. Can we get on with the meeting?"
"Tech, this is a big deal. The meeting can wait just a minute."
"I do not know Phee. Our relationship should grow as we talk."
Echo got ready to do damage control. Then Phee spoke, "I think that would be great."
Hunter smiled softly. He knew this would go well. Maybe not in his head but in his heart.
"I have questions to ask later on the statistics of your tattoo as well as your thoughts." Tech said l.
"I can't wait, Tech." Phee smiled. Then meeting continued.
AI-less Whumptober Day 8: Panic Attack
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Summary: After a bad day, Gabriel loses his temper and throws a vase at Adrien. Adrien realizes what happened the next day at school and struggles to stay calm.
Adrien couldn't focus. Even though he always liked history, not even that could keep him distracted. He started at the board but took no notes and didn't listen to the teacher.
The night before had been stressful and not just because of the akuma attack. It was what came after that made things so much worse.
The akuma had been simple. With the power to create monsters out of light, the victim had blinded the heroes for a while before they found away around it. The attack had started right before dinner and ended about 1am.
Even simple things can take a while to fix. Ladybug and Cat Noir said their goodbyes and both headed home.
When Adrien had arrived home he heard crashing from downstairs. Despite Plagg telling him not to check it out, he walked down the stairs. His footsteps were silent against the ground as he made his way to the ground floor.
There was another crash. The child made his way to the source of the noise and gently opened the door to his fathers study. Gabriel held a smaller vase he had recently gotten because he had 'knocked over' the old one.
"Dad?" Adrian asked softly.
Gabriel sharply turned to look at him. Before Adrien could react there was a vase being hurdled in his direction. He tried to move but ended up being hit in the edge of his shoulder. The glass broke against the wall as the man shouted at him to get out.
Adrian grabbed his shoulder and the door handle with his other hand. He ran out of the room, trying not to slam the door. He heard Gabriel call for him but he didn't care.
When he got back to his room he looked at Plagg, "you were right."
The bell broke Adrian's thought process for a moment. He looked at his non-existent notes and sighed. Placing the notebook back in his bag he looked at the time. It was almost the end of the day. He had one more class.
As Adrian put his bag in his shoulder he winced. Wrong shoulder. He moved it to his other arm and got ready to leave the class. Nino stopped him, "you okay?"
"Oh yeah! I'm fine!" Adrien smiled.
"Okay." Nino sounded unsure.
Adrien made his way to his next class. He sat down and pulled out his notebook. The room was almost silent. There was nothing to protect him from his mind, nothing to fill the void.
After the boy had entered the room, he pulled off his shirt to see the damage. He was much calmer than he felt he should have been.
"What happened?" Plagg asked, going to grab some bandages from Adrian's bathroom.
"It was my father. He was destroying stuff in his study." He took the bandages out of Plagg's little hands and went to the bathroom to grab a disinfectant.
"Did he throw something at you or something?" Plagg followed him.
"Yeah, the new vase he got." He grabbed the spray from the cabinet and opened the cap. He sprayed it on his skin and placed a few bandaids on. He threw away the trash and changed into his pajamas.
"Are you okay?" Plagg asked.
"Yeah, just surprised." He laid down and fell asleep.
Adrian wasn't sure why he had been so calm the night before. It didn't make sense. Why did this have to bother him now? He looked at the paper that had been placed in front of him. Then back at the time.
Thirty minutes stood between now and when he would be going home. Adrian didn't want to go home. How would his father act? Would he apologize? Would he tell him to be quiet about it? Would he even say anything?
As the questions ran though his mind his breathing started to speed up. He couldn't think straight. Adrian looked down at his paper and noticed he couldn't see straight.
Plagg leaned against him, trying to calm him down.
Adrian felt like he couldn't breathe, the questions still circulating in his mind . Would this happen again? What would have happened if he hadn't gone downstairs, hadn't left the room, hadn't moved?
Tears fell from his eyes as his fellow students realized something was wrong. His breathing was out of control now. He brought one hand up to his chest. The teacher got on the phone and called the nurse.
Alya who had been sitting behind him jumped off of her chair and came to his side. "Adrian? Are you okay?"
The answer felt obvious, still he tried to shake his head yes.
"Breath" she tried to comfort him by placing a careful hand on his shoulder but instead he flinched, shrinking away from her touch.
"Did that hurt?" She asked, the concern in her voice growing more and more evident.
Adrien nodded. The teacher led them to the hallway where Alya reassured him that she could take care of him.
They stayed in the hallway for a while. Adrian pressed his back to the wall as he shook. He listened to Alya talk to him but couldn't understand her.
"What's going on Adrian?"
"I don't, want to go" his breath caught in his throat and he coughed. He felt sick. "home."
"What happened?"
"It's fine-" he leaned into her, grabbing her shoulders to stabilize himself. "Really, it's fine."
"No, it's not fine. Alya rubbed her hand over his back, trying to calm him down. She let him stay there and cry for a while.
As his breathing began to even out, he moved to look at her. She looked so, scared. "Are you okay?" He asked, voice still shaking and tears still falling.
"Yeah I'm okay. I'm just worried about you."
"I'm fine, a few things just piled up, that's all." He wiped the tears off his face. Alya handed him a tissue which he took. The two stood.
Alya held her arms out for a hug. Adrien quickly expected it and they stayed there until the bell rang. She went into the class and grabbed their bags. She handed him his and walked him to the outside of the school building.
"Are you going to be okay?" She asked.
Adrien paused before answering. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thank you."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Call me if you need anything?"
"Okay." Adrian walked towards the car. He sighed as he got in. Plagg hung close to him, trying to help keep him grounded. The boy stared out the window, unsure of what to do or what was next. At least he had Plagg.
AI-less Whumptober Day 4: Hiding an injury
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Summary: Adrien goes to school after being injured in an Akuma attack.
Being a hero was dangerous. Ladybug and Cat Noir knew that well. But no matter what Ladybug's lucky charm would reverse the damage done.
Unless she lost it. Adrian stood in the boys bathroom, his side bleeding. He was unsure of what to do. He should have just gone home but the school day had only just begun when the akuma attack happened. It was around noon now.
The boy grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and stuffed it on his side. He grabbed bandages he kept on his backpack just in case and wrapped them around the wound. He grabbed his jacket and was thankful he had grabbed the black on that morning.
Adrian stumbled back towards his class. The hall was busy at class change. He stayed close to the wall and tried to walk straight.
What would happen if the knew? What could he do if the found out? Nothing. Cat Noir knew that if anyone found out that he was Cat Noir, he would lose himself.
It hurt. The gash was still bleeding. It was sore to the touch. Sore was an understatement.
It didn't take long for people to stair. He leaned into the wall and felt like sitting down and sobbing. Adrian wanted to scream. But, if he did, if he told them he was in pain, he wouldn't be able to be free.
Gabriel would lock him in the house forever. He couldn't be isolated like that again. That would hurt more then the wound in his side.
As soon as he entered the room he did his best to get to his seat quickly and at least mostly normally. All he needed was for someone to figure out his secret identity.
"Hey Adrian!" Nino said enthusiastically.
"Hey." The hero did his best to match his energy but couldn't.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired." He rested one of his arms on the desk and laid his head down. After that he grabbed his side with the other hand and kept pressing on it. He just needed to make it until the end of the school day. Once he was home he could figure out how to fix it.
"Hey Adrian, why are you holding your side?" Rose asked.
"Oh, I'm just cold." He wasn't exactly lieing to her. He was cold.
"Dude, it's like really warm in here." Kim, who was walking to his set, called Adrian's bluff.
"I'm just cold okay." He put his head back down.
"Is your hand red?" Alya inspected.
"No, it's fine" Adrian said, his head still on the table. Why wouldn't they just leave him alone? Why did they have to make it so hard to hide that he was hurt?
"If you say so." Alya knew she would be watching him carefully.
Halfway through class Adrian started to feel worse. He felt nauseated and weak. He raised his hand and asked to use the restroom. Ms. Bustier said that he could and Adrian stood up to leave the room.
He could feel his legs growing weaker as he walked to the door.
"Are you alright?" Ms. Bustier asked.
"I'm, fine. Thank you." He grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. The world felt like it was fading. He couldn't show it any more than he had already. He wouldn't lose everything just because he couldn't hide an injury.
As soon as the door closed the class looked at each other to see if everyone else was sceptical.
In the hall Adrien stumbled to the floor. He laid there for a moment before getting up and using the wall to get around. He pushed all his body weight on the wall and prayed it would be enough to get him back to the gym lockers.
Once there he sat against the wall and took his jacket off. The kid sighed as he realized he bleed though the bandages. Placing the jacket on his side, he wondered how much of class he could skip.
"So, should someone check on him." Nathaniel asked.
"I'll go" Nino volunteered almost immediately.
"Marinette, why don't you go since your class representative?" Alya asked.
"I'm his best bud, I've got it."
"Nino, if you don't mind, please go check on him."
Nino left the room and walked towards the bathroom. Nearing the lockers he saw a red substance on the ground and looked towards the door. There was blood on the handle.
A sense of unease fell over Nino. "What the fuck?" He whispered. He walked to the door and opened it.
Adrian heard the door handle and panicked. Where did he go? How did he hide? He crawled over to a place behind a locker and held in a sob when the door opened. "Adrien?" Nino called out.
Cat Noir placed a hand over his mouth. He could taste the salt from the blood. It surprised him.
"Adrian? Man? I'm concerned. If you're here please just tell me."
No matter how hard Adrien could try, the tears would come anyway.
"Adrian?" Nino turned to face him. "Oh fuck."
"Nino, please don't get anyone."
"Why not?" Nino raised his voice.
"Please. I can't really explain."
"Are you okay? Like are you in danger?" The man walked over and kneeled down to Adrian.
"I'm fine, just in, pain."
"Come here."
Adrian complied. Nino grabbed his side and kept pressure on his side. "Help!" He screamed.
"No please. They can't know." The hero whispered.
"Can't know what?"
"That I'm hurt."
"Why?" Nino called out for help again.
"My identity."
"Identity?"
Nino didn't know? "Fuck" Adrian whispered.
"You're-" Nino was cut off as someone came into the locker room.
The teacher called 122 as she helped Nino get him to the front of the school.
What was he going to do now? Maybe he could just say that the akuma attack had caused it. He wasn't lying, just not telling the whole truth. It didn't really matter now. Everyone knew that he was hurt. The one thing he was avoiding.
Now he'd just have to hope that no one knew that he was Cat Noir. He didn't think anyone had seen the wound he had received. That may just be his savior. As he heard the sirens from the ambulance he blacked out. Maybe he shouldn't have waited so long.