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Second Attempt at Writing
Hey guys! I’m back! I’m sorry this took so long, I work retail and this weekend was hell, and my depression has been seriously kicking my ass. So this... this isn’t my best work. I tried really hard to hit all the notes I wanted to, but we’ll just have to see. So enjoy, if you can, my continuation of part one.
By the way, @winedark-whump This is mostly because of you. Enjoy!
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“A thief like you must be very brave.” Endeavor purred, the knife poised right over Michael’s heart. “You know the consequences of your actions.”
“Fortune favors the brave.” Michael stuttered out, desperately trying to fake a confidence he didn’t have the strength for.
“Oh love, stop it.” Endeavor sighed, as if dealing with an unruly child. “We both know that you would truly do anything to make sure I don’t ruin this lovely piece of art. I certainly hope I don’t have to; it’s a very touching piece.”
Endeavor ran his thumb over the heartbeat lines, then tracing over the words Michael had been able to piece together from different letters and scraps. Feeling Endeavor’s finger trace over Sam’s handwriting “I will always love you” broke what defiance he had left.
“Please. Please don’t.” Michael hated how pathetic he sounded but he knew Endeavor would rip through the last piece he had of his love. After everything, he couldn’t lose anything else. “I’ll do anything.”
“So you will tell me where the diamonds are?” Endeavor asked.
“I’ll return them. All of them. You can count, I’ll give every one of them back.”
Endeavor pouted. “Oh I’m afraid that’s not enough, my love. I can’t trust you not to run away the first chance you get. Or to lead us straight into an ambush.”
Endeavor lowered the knife to right underneath the edges of the ring, then dragged it across his chest. Nausea rolled in Michael’s stomach, as fresh blood dripped down his chest. In the back of his mind, a tiny flame ignited.
“I take it the ring was meant to be his, am I correct?” Endeavor smiled, though it seemed more a grimace. “Obviously, the handwriting is his, I’m assuming the peaks and lows are his heartbeat or perhaps yours when you said his name, all enshrined in a wedding ring. Very touching. Did you design it yourself?”
Michael could only nod, his voice having left him.
“Lovely. Oh how I wish that love could’ve been directed towards all humanity instead of one person.” Endeavor placed a gentle kiss over the last words Sam ever said to him.
With an explosive burst, his previous defiance came back full force. That tattoo was not meant for anyone else, it was meant for him. He wouldn’t let anyone else hurt him like that again. He had lost too much already. He couldn’t lose his self-respect. Sam would never have forgiven him.
“Don’t touch me!” Michael threw all of his body weight against Endeavor, finally finding his voice again. The hero stumbled back in shock, as if unable to comprehend that Michael wouldn’t submit. “Don’t you dare touch me, you deluded power-grubbing asshole. You are not my love, you are not my light, you are not the reason I go on living! The cops may allow you to try and coerce me into confessing but you will not touch me anymore! I’m not some porcelain doll for you to fantasize over!”
Somehow, in his long career of stealing from practically everyone and causing untold mayhem and panic, Michael had never been outright stabbed. Sure, he’d been shot at, burned, and had his left arm blown off, but never outright stabbed.
Michael didn’t even know he’d been stabbed until he saw the knife in his stomach. At first, he’d thought Endeavor had taken his advice and changed his lineup of torture with a strong electrostatic charge. But when he’d looked down, he found a three inch knife sticking out of his stomach.
“You would kill me,” Michael coughed, feeling heat build in his stomach as if he was walking the very face of the sun, “over some lousy diamonds?”
“Kill you? Never, love, never.” Endeavor pulled the knife out swiftly, a guttural scream following out of Michael’s mouth. “Do you know why I got into this business? My gift is helping people, just as yours is destroying everything you touch.”
Endeavor put his hand over the stab wound and glowed purple. Michael started to feel the nerves and muscles trying to knit themselves back together.
“You see,” Endeavor spoke as if Michael wasn’t screaming bloody murder under his touch, “my gift is not meant for hospitals. I don’t have the gift of anesthesia like many other healers do. I can stitch people back together after they’ve been hurt but unfortunately they feel every moment of it. That’s why I got into the hero business. I could get information that no one else can without actually endangering lives.”
Michael forced himself not to throw up, not to show that much weakness. He wouldn’t give Endeavor the satisfaction.
“Oh my darling, I know it hurts.” Endeavor gently ran his bloody hand down Michael’s face. “Tell you what, you promise to be good and I won’t ruin that heartfelt reminder of the only creature who would ever love you.”
Michael took what little strength he had and glared at Endeavor.
“I think I’ll take that as a no.” Endeavor sighed. “Such a pity. It really is beautiful, darling.”
Endeavor pulled his hand back, knife poised to tear Michael’s chest to shreds.
A familiar whooshing sound filled Michael’s ears. Then a scream. It took Michael a moment to realize the scream didn’t come from him. Endeavor dropped the knife, but held another blade. No, a blade had been thrown into his hand. A very particular blade. Familiar, even.
“If you don’t mind, I’d really rather you let him go.”
I doubt anyone will really see this but I need to post it so y’all can understand the stuff I’ve got planned for Whumptober
“If you don’t mind, I’d really rather you let him go.”
He’d never been happier to see his new partner. Her curly blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, she dressed in her normal uniform of dark green and black, her quiver hanging loosely from her belt, her face masked.
“You Heroes.” Dark Arrow sneered. “Always acting like you’re so high and mighty. I see you’re not above torture. Luckily, neither am I.”
She threw another knife, hitting her target once more. This time, Endeavor dropped to one knee after Arrow’s knife found itself tearing through his patellar tendon.
Arrow ran forward to Michael’s chains, slashing through them with unparalleled accuracy. He all but collapsed into her arms, his body unable to support him anymore. She surveyed the damage and frowned in disgust.
“Were you trying to lose the other one?” Arrow scoffed. “I know I caused you to lose the first one but seriously, losing the other to spite me is going too far.”
“Oh really?” Michael smirked. “I thought it just landed on the edge of tasteful.”
Dark Arrow snickered.
“How touching.” Endeavor grunted, trying to heal the wound in his knee. “The traitor comes to the rescue of a second-rate thief.”
“I’d rather come to his rescue that yours, jackass.” Arrow shot back, sweeping Michael off his feet. He was so tired that he didn’t protest Arrow carrying him bridal style.
As she ran, Michael’s consciousness fluttered, missing Arrow’s nigh frightened looks at him. But Dark Arrow was good at her job, always had been, and easily evaded capture until they were outside again.
“Where- where are we?” Michael gasped out, as if he had been running with her.
“Middle of buttfuck nowhere.” Arrow set him down, gently, against what he thought to be a rock wall. “Technically, that place isn’t even on a map. Went to three different Hero Hideouts looking for you. You just seem to be a rare commodity to them.”
“And Endeavor called me second-rate.” Michael proudly smiled, then doubled over coughing.
“Easy, there Nyx. You took a hard beating.” Arrow said, gently helping him up.
“Definitely at least four-star torture.” Michael groaned. “Would’ve given it five but the repetitiveness of the knives and punches got old after a while.”
Arrow forced a small smile, though Michael knew it was fake. She was still unused to how brutal their world could truly be.
“Are we safe here?” He asked.
“For the moment.” Arrow replied. “This is the best I can do. I’ll put up a couple reflector shields but I don’t have many. I didn’t want to carry too much and not be able to carry you. My quiver may not hold arrows anymore but the shit it does gets heavy after a while. I don’t have super strength, you know.”
“Then take off your mask.” He said. “If we’re safe here, then you don’t need to be masked around me. We’re supposed to be partners. We have to trust each other.”
Arrow bit her lip, as if internally debating, looked away and didn’t answer.
“Fayelin.”
Her real name caught her by surprise.
“Please.”
Fayelin’s shoulders slumped as she gently tugged the black material down her face. With a jolt, he was reminded of just how young she was. Without her either of her masks on, she looked her actual age of nineteen.
“You’re staring at me again.” Fayelin scolded, blushing. For someone who had all but grown up in the limelight, she hated being the center of attention for too long.
“Sorry.” He said, his voice no louder than a whisper. It seems that simple argument had sapped his entire strength.
“I’ll start treating those. I’m no doc, but I know enough field healing in order to kickstart the process.”
“Shields first.” He reminded her.
Fayelin cursed under her breath. “Okay, shields first, then I’ll start on the lacerations.”
He meant to nod, to give her some words of encouragement, but the pull of unconsciousness became too strong and sleep descended like an axe.
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The cave she and her mentor used to camp out in hadn’t changed in the years since she last visited it. It was still pretty dark, smelled damp even though there was no water, and had a very small opening. It had been the best way he could spend time with her while still staying close to his work. She had just been a kid then. She wasn’t one now.
Setting up reflector shields was second nature to her, that being one of the first lessons she ever learned as a Hero. Normally, she put them on herself so she could blend in with her surroundings, but they could easily be used to reflect the area around them. This way, unless someone was specifically looking for the edge where the reflection ended, no one would notice that the landscape around them was simply a reflection of the world around them. Killian had told her that no one else knew of this cave, that he had discovered it by himself, and that he had kept it secret to share it only with her. She didn’t know if that was entirely true, but she had trusted her former mentor so she hoped she had answered Nyx’s question honestly.
She returned to find Nyx asleep, curled up against the wall, his dark hair nigh matted to his skin with blood and sweat, a frown etched into his face. He must be in terrible pain, she thought. So she pulled the first aid kit out of her trusty quiver and got to work.
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(!This has now been updated as of August 16, 2024!)
Idk how to start these but here:
I’m Kori
I use he/it + neo pronouns
I’m currently hyperfixated on Danganronpa, and I have an interest in analog horror, and Dhmis
I really like horror, aesthetics like weirdcore and dreamcore along with many others.
I like to draw and edit some of my stuff might be posted on here
I have other socials too,
Tiktok: (though old and inactive as of now)
@Birbcheese
@Dhmiss
@Ireelman
Youtube:
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Reddit:
u/Koriisnotthere
That’s about all I think! Will update this when anything changes!
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Thank you for asking, Nonny!
My favorite color is a pale purple💜
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Meet the Person I Guess. Also yes I’m actually 17, the 18 in my Bio is a typo and my dumb butt still hasn’t fixed it. I’m 18 on November 1st. I’m not trying to lie to anyone but sorry that I deceived you with my own idiocy. :’) Brain fog sucks. (Edit: I finally figured out how to fix it! Sorry again)
Conversation topics that were banned at my lunch table:
1. The enormous conversation
2. The horse
3. The biblically accurate conversation
4. The Tube
5. Uranium
6. The Centipede of Birth
reblog & put an inside joke in the tags
Bogna Christophna-She’s a hunter and a bit of a hermit, also kind of a loser. (affectionate).
I suck at explaining but I’ll try my best: Bogna is a polish maiden in her late teens who helps her father in hunting. Bogna also has some other skills, like knowing how to tend to wounds and basic cooking. I dont know how she would meet the duo, for now at least. (also she’s illiterate).
Personality wise: logical, protective and gets jealous easily, but she has a dark secret, the secret being she’s a huge simp.(/hj)
Im not very good at describing my characters, I hope this isnt too hard to understand ^^