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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.”

Taglist: @chaoticgoodandi , @dovahcourts

I apologize for how long this took to write!

Inspired by this prompt of @creweemmaeec11’s!

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Cw: gun, betrayal

"I need your help,"

"Well, how can I say no to the lovely individual with a loaded gun in their hand?"

The villain smiled- a brilliant and dangerous thing. Definitely something the criminal shouldn't have been doing when they were at the receiving end of a gun.

The hero hadn't said anything else yet, though they needed to. They needed Villain's help. Hero didn't have much time before the others caught up to them, and if this was the only way they'd be safe, well then-

"Take it." They flipped the gun around so the barrel was facing themselves, the grip out towards the other.

"We don't have much time, act like you caught me. Just don't let them take me. No matter what they say, don't let them take me. Please."

The smile on the other's lips faltered. "What's going o-"

Villain hadn't even finished their sentence before Hero was spun, now with an arm to their throat and the barrel of the gun pressed to their right temple.

Superhero stood at the entrance of the alley, flanked on each side by heroes. They were suddenly glad for Villain's quick reflexes.

"Supervillain is searching for them, you know.” Their former leader remarked. Hero looked over the people they had lived and nearly died beside. People they thought they could trust. Hero had a sickening feeling all of that meant nothing anymore. "You would do well to hand them over. Hero is ours to take." Superhero took a few deliberate steps forward.

"Ah ah ah, not so fast," the villain tutted and pulled Hero back from the super. "I have priority here, their mine."

"Priority?" they let out a chuckle. "There is no priority. Supervillain-"

"Supervillain told me to hunt them down." If Villain wasn't on Hero's side, they'd be terrified by that statement. Villain was a hunter, and one who always caught their prey, at that. If Supervillain had actually sent them... Hero shuddered at the thought and watched with baited breath as the super narrowed their eyes. "I am under direct orders to bring them in. Don't worry, Supervillain will get their prize."

The super opened their mouth. Closed it. Looked at their group. Looked back at the pair. Opened it again.

Their phone rang.

Superhero fished the phone out of their pocket, glaring at the phone screen before hurriedly answering the call. “Yes boss?”

Hero wished they could hear the other half of the conversation. It was their freedom— their life on the line. They needed to know what was being said!

“We’ve found Hero, sir. But it seems Villain-“. Superhero cut themselves off and glared at the hero and villain pair.

“Yes sir.” A pause. “Yes sir, we’re on our way.” Superhero hung up the phone and without so much as another word, the superhero left the alley, their squadron of supers trailing after them.

A tense silence fell over the two. Neither dared to move, in case the others came back, or at least that’s what Hero was telling themself. They waited for Villain to release them. 10 seconds went by. 15. Then 25.

“Villain, I’m pretty sure they’re gone now, you can let me go,” Hero squirmed in Villain’s hold.

“See, the thing is darling,” the criminal murmured into their ear, “I had a mission before I ran into you. Can I tell you what that mission was?”

“Uh, sure?”

“I came out here to find you, under the order of Supervillain. And not even ten minutes later you’re begging, begging me to take you.”

No.

“And now that I have you, you want to leave? Just like that? I’m sorry, but that’s not happening.”

No!

“You wouldn’t-“

“I can, and will. Sorry darling, but your time is up.”

Before Hero could react, the gun slammed into the side of their head and darkness consumed them.

No…