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Two Weeks of Whump Day 7: Blindfold/cyanide

Fandom: Across the Spider-verse

Warnings: Major character death and violence

Summary: Hobie battles a new villain and gets captured.

  It was another day for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man until it wasn't. Hobie swung from one building to another before reaching his destination.

    A fairly new villain stood in front of him, destroying everything that he could. "Spider-Man! Finally you arrive!" He said. The Prowler stood at about 5'8 and sounded strangely familiar when he spoke.

    "Ello, Prowler." Hobie started his attack. At first Hobie had the upper hand as he always did, and things started to shift.

    It didn't take much longer for Hobie to end up being thrown off the building  down into the alley. He attempted to stand but was shoved into the ground. Then a swift kick to the head knocked him unconscious.

    When Hobie woke he was in a dark room, or at least he thought so. The fabric over his eyes made it difficult to tell. The air was chilly and damp; the set of mold and chemicals hung in the air.

    Cold metal wrapped his wrist tightly. Struggling he tried to move from against the wall.

    "You won't be leaving" The Prowler informed him. "Actually you won't be leaving ever again."

    "I don't listen to you."

    ""News flash, I don't care!" The villain carelessly screamed.

    As unsettling as it was villains did stuff like this all the time. The spiders even did things like that sometimes. Hobie kept trying to free his hands from the chains.

    "Stop trying, don't want your last acts to be tiring do you?" He teased.

    "I'll fight until I'm dead." Hobie continued to pull against the chains. "So, where are we?"

    "Wouldn't you like to know."

    "Actually I would."

    "Too bad." Across the room Hobie heard a cabinet open and some glasses clinking against each other. The cabinet door closed and something was knocked off a table. A glass shatter on the ground.

    "Shit" the villain whispered to himself.

    "I think you dropped something." It was Hobie's turn to tease.

    The Prowler picked up the largest piece of the glass that had broken and threw it at him. The glass cut into Hobie's skin but it wasn't enough to really hurt. "You won't be laughing soon."

    "Haha" Hobie said sarcastically. He shifted his legs to see if me could tell that the floor was. The coolness and texture said concrete so he was likely in a basement. "Is this a basement? How original."

    Prowler sighed, "keep talking. It's entertaining." The room fell silent. Prowler's footsteps echoed in the room as Hobie's spider sense rang.

    "Wear heels, do you now?"

    As Prowler went in to kick Hobie he moved his body so that his arm would take the hit not his stomach. He moved back further against the wall and pulled his legs out in front of him. Sweeping his leg, he tripped Prowler making him fall to the floor.

    "Ow" he said sarcastically. Again Hobie went to kick but this time claws met his right shin. Hissing, he tried to pull it back to him to attack once more.

    Prowler had other plans. Using his other hand he clawed Hobie in his left thigh. After that he pulled himself into Hobie's lap and put one arm against the others chest. Grabbing a wet cloth from the floor Prowler shoved it over Hobie's nose and mouth.

    It burned when it touched his skin. The smell of almonds lingered in the cloth. Hobie pulled his head away. Prowler grabbed it quickly and held him in place. The rag went right back over his lower face.

    Hobie didn't breath for what felt like an eternity. However he had to at some point. The irritation on his skin was getting worse, becoming painful.

    Air flooded his lungs, taking an unknown chemical into his body. "Fucking finally. I was wondering if you were ever going to breathe."

    As much as Hobie wished to give Prowler some snarky remark, he would save it for later.

    "Do you want to know what's in the rag?"

    Hobie, holding his breath again tried to nood.

    "Cyanide."

    'Fuck' Hobie thought. Fear shot through his body, his spine feeling strange. He tried to use his legs to get Prowler off of him. No luck. He could feel the headache approaching. Sickness started to kick in.

   Again Hobie tried to move his head. Claws dug into the side of his face and neck. He squirmed trying to escape.

    "This ends here, Hobie Brown."

    "Uh uh" Hobie vocalized.

    Breathing felt dangerous, it was dangerous. He felt dizzy. Time passed so slowly it was like it didn't move. Hobie's condition got worse as he stopped being able to fight.

    As the rag was finally removed from his face The Prowler stood. Without saying a word he walked away, footsteps making the only noise in the room. The heels clicked on the concrete floor menacingly.

    Hobie breathing was shallow as he tried to make himself comfortable. He chuckled to himself, what a way to die. Alone, by some guy who sounds just like one of his best friends, never completing his goal of saving his world from the corruption it suffered from.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

Until there's nothing left

Luisa took a deep breath, getting ready for the new day. Yes, maybe she felt strangely weak for a second yesterday, but it surely was nothing to worry about. She's alright now! And it totally wasn't a reason to slacks off from her chores. Becides, surely nothing bad would happen.

I don't recommend to read it if you might get triggered from major injury and near-death expirence

Luisa took a deep breath, carefully lifting the church around its corner, then walked under the middle of building. Okay, she got it. Maybe yesterday she felt strange, but it didn't mean she would ignore her chores. She was fine, there was nothing to worry about.

She ignored when her hand shoke a little bit.

She took a step forward, then another, slowly moving the temple. Luisa felt how her body was bending just a little more with every small movement, but she ignored it. There was a sweat on her forehead, but she couldn't move her hand to wipe it off, so instead she clunched her teeth, holding her heavy breathing inside her chest.

The next thing happened too fast for her to realise. Too fast for anybody to realise. Luisa's hands faltered as her shoulders cracked, her legs buckled as the churche started to press her down, pushing her into the asfalt. She fell to the ground, hitting it with her face under the unbearable weight, the heavy sound when the church hited the ground drowned out the sound of her breaking bones, but it still rang inside Luisa's ears. What was going on?! She wanted to move, she had to move! She was super strong, what the hell was happening?! But the temple was so heavy, and it was denting her into the asfalt. And it was painful! God, it was so awful. Luisa felt like she was dying. An awfully creaked guttural cry escaped Luisа's throat, but it faided soon when her agonisingly squeezed lungs were out of air. It was so awful, please, make it stop! She would be a good girl, she would do anything to earn her strength, working for days without food or sleep, just make it stop. There wasn't anything except the pain that swallowed her whole. She suffocated, frantically trying to breath, but her chest was bursting with every breast reduction, it was so tight, like if corset was wiped over her ribs. She tried to move, but everything was so heavy. She had to be strong, she had to stand up, but Luisa couldn't feel her arms, her legs, her whole body, everything that left in here was pain. Everything she knew, everything that was left in here was pain. Luisa felt something wet on her cheek, but she wasn't able to determine if it was the blood, sweat or tears, she wanted her mami and papi to hug her, assuring that everything was fine. She barely felt when the church was weakly staggering, maybe people tried to move it, but still being unable to help, the foundation scratched weakly at her protruding bones. Please, help her! Why couldn't she move?! 

Everything was so heavy, not even the church that was destroing the every piece of her, but her own body. Luisa could barely keep her eyes open, and either way, she couldn't see anything. Being conscious was causing pain that was too much for Luisa to handle. Suddenly, she realised one thing: if she fell asleep, she would never wake up. It made her suffocating even more, she wanted to breathe, but instead she kept coughing from all the dust and rubbles that was getting into her lungs with every weakling inhale. Dying was something that was happening only to the elders, who was so weak, that even mami's food couldn't heal them, or to heroes like abuelo Pedro, who died to protect his family. It wasn't supposed to happen to Luisa. She was even younger then abuelo, it couldn't be happening to her, she was only nineteen, she still was a teenager who wasn't supposed to die when there were so many things that she would never do. If only she told abuela yesterday... If only she would be more careful... She coughed up a thick clod of blood, squinting in pain, she felt that she was deeply hurt everywhere, inside and outside. She wished to turn back the time, at least to hug mami and papi, to carry Mirabel on her shoulders, to laugh on Isabela's fake malice. Had she ever told them how much she loves them? She tried to move through her hurting insides, maybe if she could get out, then she could get a chance to see them again. She tried to move something that probably supposed to be her finger, but it was hard to tell, because she barely could feel her own body outside from agonising pain. She barely flexed her crushed finger, before another short weak painful scream escaped from her throat, it was so quick that it was more like a gasp that was cuted off by another coughing with a blood. It couldn't end like this, it wasn't real! I-it... It has to be a sick-twisted nightmare. Just wake her up! Luisa thought that she was sobbing, but it also might be a sound of despirately attempting to breath when the blood flooded her lungs. Everything hurted so much, Luisa felt like her stomach was crumpled like a paper, her blouse was stuck to her body, covered in a sticky blood, her hair became a tacky gory mess, head pulsated in agony. How long she was in here? She felt like it's been hours, as she was crushing down.

Something cracked, maybe it was another bone, but Luisa couldn't feel anything, was it even her body? The world around became a throbbing pain, there was nothing left except for agony. Her eyes were wet, she opened her mouth finally stopping coughing, because it was taking way more power that Luisa has. Something salty fell into her mouth, what was it? Was this that strange thing that was flowing from her eyes? Luisa was sorry for everything that she has ever done, for every small mistake that she could or couldn't remember. Every second felt like an endless torture, chewing her piece by piece, until there was nothing left, and Luisa just wished it to stop. And... She was all alone. People were saying that she Luisa would die, she would be surrounded by her loving family... But they lied, she was all alone, trampled into the ground, the only thing that was with her was that crushing weight. There wasn't anything to do about it... Goddamit, there wasn't anything to do about it. She was going to die. She will die, there's nothing to do about it. Luisa wanted to cry, scream on the top of her twisted lungs, but she was too tired to react, she was doomed, what had she done to deserve it? Something leaked from her mouth, Luisa guessed that it was the same thing that she coughed up earlier. It seemed like her eyes became dry after loosing all liquid that they could produce. Luisa closed them, letting out a fading, unnoticed exhale. She was so tired, she just wanted to take a break, she wanted to stop this pain in all cost. She wanted to sleep.

Maybe, a little break wouldn't be so bad?

Her lips quivered in some pitiful semblance of a smile, as everything became too heavy to bear. She worked a lot, so she deserved a little sleep, right? There wasn't any hope left for her, no one would lift this... By the way, what was crushing her? Luisa couldn't remember. Her body felt so wrong so at that point Luisa wasn't sure anymore if it was she and not someone else. She let out a cursed breath trying to apologize for giving up, but her throat couldn't move to produce any sound. For a second Luisa wondered if Abuela would be dissapointed in her for not being strong enough. Either way she was too exhausted to think about it.  Her conscious was flowing away from her twisted guts, before the darkness finally swallowed her whole under the sound of her fading heart beating, that continued for not so long.

Nearby, Luisa's prima's legs buckled in disbelief causing her to fall to her knees crying as she realised that it was too late.

A Battle for All

Characters: Patton, Logan, Roman, Remus, Janus, Virgil

For: @littlebigmouse

Warnings: Gore, Extreme Gore, Unsympathetic Patton, Unsympathetic Janus, Unsympathetic Logan, Major Character Death, Betrayal, Body horror/gore

Words: 2,500

Hey Mouse, Merry Christmas & Happy New Year! I was your gifter this year for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange and I gave you a super hero Au with a side of gore [Or rather a main course of gore] I hope you enjoy it!

This was it, the battle for all the marbles, or as Morality said, "All the cookies in the cookie jar." Whatever you wanted to call it, this was the most important battle. Here and now, would decide the fate of the world. Sure, you hear that in all the superhero movies to get the action and the thrill up, even if the heroes always win in the movies. This though, this was very, very real, and all the heroes could feel a deep fear fill them. It wouldn't stop them from protecting the entire world, and they would do everything to make sure that the world was saved. It was still an unsettling feeling, to be staring potential death straight in the face, your future becoming less clear by the second.

Sanders University, the place they were meant to defend, held the key to world domination, at least to the Troublesome Twosome that was Deceit and Logic. The university was famous for its advanced technology, some of which could give normal humans pseudo-Superpowers, putting them on an even playing field with natural born Supers. The Twosome's plan was to engineer as much superpowered technology as possible, to create an army of villains that would help them conquer the entire world. First they would start with the University itself, but with how much super-tech was in there already, they wouldn't have trouble building a small army to defend it while they work on bigger projects.

The Prince stood on one end and the Duke on the other. In between them stood Anxiety and Morality, their healer and shield respectively. The Duke was holding a thunderbolt in one hand, preparing to throw it should the villains pull any tricks. Prince was holding a pen in his hand, preparing to draw up a weapon or something that would protect them. Anxiety had his hand out, ready to heal the team and get them back to the fight. Morality was empty handed at the moment, giving the villains a smile as if they were just naïve children instead of people bent on world domination.

"Now kiddos," Morality started, holding his arms out in a gesture of peace. "We really don't have to fight today. If you would just willingly come with us we can help you," he assured, making sure his voice would sound even and calming. "Please, don't do this. It would only end in disaster and chaos for everyone, including you two."

Deceit chuckled quietly, which cued Logic to break out in maniacal laughter. Morality cringed and even the Duke shuddered, which was uncommon since he was rather creepy in his own right. Prince and Anxiety looked unamused, even if Anxiety's hand fell to his side, where a short sword, crafted specifically for him by Prince, rested on his hip.

"Oh Morality, darling~" Deceit purred, elbowing his laughing companion in the stomach, who wheezed and went silent, rubbing his stomach as if that would make the pain go away. "That's exactly what we want. Chaos and disaster are what will help us take over this worthless world. Soon, oh so soon we will rule and you will be powerless to stop us! Now, get out of our way and we may spare your lives, if you beg that is." He waved his arm in a big gesture to the building behind the trio of heroes, the one that held the key to their dream.

"Never!" Prince snarled, a sword held in his hands. "We shall never let you get past any of us! We will put our lives on the line to protect the world we love! You'll never win, so give up now and walk away!"

That made Deceit laugh again, wiping a tear from his eye with a gloved hand. "Oh Prince, foolish fool, you will be made to eat your words. I can assure you of that. Logic, if you will."

Logic stepped forward, snickering as he pulled out a remote with a single, red button. He pressed it, causing a dozen cars to crumble and meld together. After a few seconds a giant metal golem stood behind the Duo. Logic cackled, covering his mouth as he snorted. "Be-ha- prepared to meet m-my greatest creation to date, the car golem!" He announced, pointing forward. "Go! Wreck, maim, DESTROY!" He shrieked, doubling over with laughter.

The golem seemed to come to life, surging forward towards the heroes. It was coming fast, intent on ending the battle and the heroes once and for all. It had no mind, no heart, no soul. It had a purpose though, a sole purpose it was destined to complete. End the heroes and leave not even a single one standing.

Morality stepped in front of everyone and summoned a giant dome shield, covering all four of them. Prince and Duke stood behind Patton, while Anxiety put all his energy and focus into keeping Morality's shield strong, which meant using all he had to heal it.

"When I lower the shield go for the weak spots in it's limbs!" Morality shouted, crying out when the Golem pounded on the shield, putting a giant crack in it. They all heard Anxiety let out a sharp exhale, slowly forcing the crack to close. "Damage the legs and arms, rendering it useless!"

"Yes Sir!" "Yes Daddy!" The twins spoke in unison. Morality couldn't help hide an eyeroll at the Duke, but now was not the time to lecture him on his inappropriateness.

"Ready?" He asked, taking a breath. "GO!" He cried out, forcing the shield to burst outward, which made the golem fall back. Morality fell back at the force he used to push the golem back, Anxiety quick to Morality's side to heal him and boost his energy.

The second the shield went down, Prince took towards the right and Duke went left. They were in perfect sync, each summoning their sacred weapons, a paintbrush and a bolt of lightning respectively, charging forward and removing it's limbs.

Prince let out a loud cry, circling around the golem and fleeing the scene. The circle glowed green and vines, flowers, and even tree branches sprouted around it, quickly tying the golem up. The thing let out a loud, metallic screeching noise of distress, before the Duke acted.

He took the precious time where the golem was immobilized and used the pulsing thunderbolt in his hands to slice and dice it's arms and one leg off. The golem continued to shriek and cry out, thrashing around with it's one leg, until Morality came through.

He had moved forward, leaving Anxiety in the back to watch their back. He summoned a small shield, one that was a simple circular shape, save for the spikey thorns and notches in it. He threw it as hard as he could, watching as the killer frisbee cut halfway through a leg, rendering it a mostly useless, twitching lump to the golem.

It continued to try and get to the heroes, but it only managed to flop around uselessly. It was rather useless, slowly going still as it died.

"Fuck yeah!" Duke cheered, before letting out a choked cry as a large snake plunged through his chest. His eyes went wide and he coughed out a sickening mixture of spit and blood, slowly going down on his knees. He reached out, as if to beg for help, his body going still as the snake again plunged through him, tearing his throat in half. His mouth was moving as if attempting to speak, before he fell face down, poised in a silent scream.

Deceit stood behind him, wiping his gloves with a white cloth. It was covered in a layer of blood, but the cloth cleaned the majority off. He tossed it on the corpse, looking at the heroes, who were looking at them in a mixture of shock, fear, and horror.

It was broken as Morality let out an ear piercing shriek, followed by Prince crying out in absolute anguish.

"Remus!" He shrieked, struggling to breath and looking like he was moments away from fainting. "Oh gods, Jesus god WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" He cried out, Patton's shrieking sobs becoming a dull noise to him as his rage filled. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

He charged forward, unaware that the Golem was sliding painfully slowly towards Patton. He continued moving towards Janus, aiming punch after punch, kick after kick at the monster who murdered his brother. Deceit only dodged out of the way, not even bother to strike him.

Eventually, he ducked behind Prince, sweeping his legs out from under him. "Oh dear Princey, don't worry, you'll see him soon,"  Deceit purred, stomping on the hero's back, relishing in his shrieks of pain. "But look, here." He bent down, grabbing Prince by the hair and pulling his head up to make him look towards Morality.

Morality was on his knees sobbing. The golem was squirming closed to him, using it's half destroyed leg to slowly roll itself over. Roman was shrieking and begging Morality to do something, only to watch as Anxiety sailed past him, sprinting like his life depended on it. "No Virgil stop!" He begged, not wanting to lose two friends and his brother, he wasn't sure if his heart could take it.

Roman could only watch in horror as Virgil shoved Morality, the golem landing on top of the healer, crushing him to death. Roman let out a scream of pure anguish just as Logic began cackling with glee. He couldn't see Morality from behind the golem, but he was so sure that both of them were dead.

Logic danced around, watching the golem start to become consumed by rust. After it was fully rusted, it broke apart into dust, falling to the ground in large, clumpy piles. Even the limbs that were cut off were turned to dust as well. And Virgil? He was laying on the ground, flattened into a bloody clump of human and clothes. The lump didn't even look remotely human, but Prince found he couldn't look away, and he was glad he didn't.

There, next to what was Virgil, was Morality. He was alive and well, Roman hadn't lost everything! He went to call out, only to watch as Morality spit on Virgil's remains, climbing to his feet. "God, I can't believe he was that stupid. Though I suppose his foolish need to jump into bravery was admirable," he commented, brushing himself off. He reached down and grabbed something off of Virgil's remains, but Roman couldn't tell what it was.

Morality walked slowly, painfully slowly, over to Roman, who was confused. He let out a cry when his hair was let go and his face met painfully with the pavement. He ended up biting down on his tongue on the way down, causing his mouth to fill with a metallic tasting liquid. Blood, he thought distantly, but he wasn't able to comprehend it with how quickly his brain was shutting down.

He was rolled over, coming face to face with Morality. "P-Patton?" he croaked out, spitting up a glob of blood that got onto his pure white suit, or a suit that had been pure white. Now it was caked in dirty, boot prints, and even his own blood.

"Oh Princey, sweet sweet Roman," He cooed, brushing his thumb over Roman's cheek. "You're an absolute fool." Patton slowly held up the short sword, Virgil's short sword, pressing it against Roman's throat. He let out a soft whimper, unable to stop the noise from leaving his lips.

"Why?" He choked out, spitting a glob of blood onto Patton's suit. He saw his leader, former leader, cringe but shrug it off after a moment.

"I'm so tired of being treated like the innocent little healer on your team. I can't tell you how many times you've just left me to get captured, used me as bait...you even used me as a human shield once or twice instead of our actual shield, the guy who can make them out of thin air." He grabbed Roman by the chin, forcing the hero to meet his eyes. "I'm not meant to be bait or a human punching bag to protect you selfish lot. I am my own powerful person, stronger and better than all three of you worthless buffoons. I may have been your leader, but I was treated like trash by all three of you. But now....now that won't happen ever again!" Patton chirped, a bright cheery, but equally eerie, smile on his face.

Roman heard Deceit chuckle, looking away from Patton to watch as the villain walked towards the university, Logic right on his heels. He watched as Logic's lips moved quickly, mostly likely talking about whatever wicked plans he wanted to try on poor unsuspecting people.

"Don't take too long, darling!" Deceit called, loud enough for the pair to hear. “We need to get our plans into motion, we've already been set back quite a bit."

"Yes Deceit, I understand," Patton assured, looking back at Roman, who was petrified with fear. "I'm so sorry Roman, but this is your final scene. The curtains have been called and your act is through," he whispered, plunging the knife deep into Roman's chest.

Roman coughed up blood, reaching with one hand to try and pull it out to no avail.

Patton looked rather bored, but delighted at the same time. "This is goodbye Roman, I can't say I'll miss you or any of the others." He gave Roman a big smile, his deep brown eyes looking more golden as he twisted the knife that was lodged in Roman's chest, twisting it to cut deeper into the hero's body.

He felt Roman slowly going limp, the last few strings that he used to cling to life snapping as he let out his final breath. Patton shuddered in pleasure as he felt the man's last breath tickle his neck. He felt a rush, a thrill, he felt almost drunk on this feeling. He let a small grin cross his features, cackling as he pushed the corpse off him. Rising to his feet he felt a need, a deep hunger for more. He wanted more, he needed more of this feeling.

Patton licked his lips, groaning as the few stray drops of Roman's blood hit his taste buds. That felt good. So very, very good.

He brushed himself off, walking towards the University with a smile on his face. He had a mission after all, and world domination sounded just as glorious as crushing these pitiful heroes. Maybe more would come to play with them, that would be fun. If he were lucky, Deceit would let him keep one as a treat, a very special one just for him. Patton had to prove himself, and now that he was seen as an equal, he was never going to disappoint Deceit. He was going to show he earned his spot, and earn his spot he would.