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You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid (Sequel to Spy?)
(Inspired by the song ‘You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid’ by The Offspring)
A kick, a slap, a left hook, too many punches to count.
At first, the attacks were directed at Hero. They were surrounded by enemies that were bonding over the shared betrayal and, naturally, they had felt the need to release their frustrations. The hero had a black eye and a bloody nose to prove it. After all, there wasn’t much they could do to avoid the blows while tied to a chair in a second safe house.
Well, they could talk.
“I was having a great hair day, and you all had to go and ruin, it didn’t you?”
They all hit a little harder after that.
Beating up on the revealed spy only united the group for so long, though. Soon the blaming started, lots of ‘you should have known’ and ‘maybe you were in on it too.’
Hero may have…egged them on a bit.
A little suggestion here, a pinch of eye contact there, and paranoia took root like a weed.
The infighting grew, and Hero now sat largely forgotten in the center of the room. No eyes were on them, and no ears would be able to pick out sounds they made.
It was an opening, and Hero was not one to waste an opportunity.
They surveyed the group, determining none were so experienced as to know never to leave a captive to their own devices. The leader was nowhere to be seen. He disappeared after Speedy and Blueprint had helped haul them from the bus and was replaced by Mover, which was the best news Hero had had all day. A beatdown was one thing, but the villain’s ominous comment had left them unnerved.
It was too bad no one had bothered to sweep the floor of the safe house. Beneath the dust and paint chips littering the ground, Hero spotted a chip of broken glass. It took some shuffling and some straining, but Hero was able to get it securely wedged under their foot.
Now, for the hard part.
Listening once again for any lull in the fighting, and hearing none, Hero gritted their teeth then rocked hard to the left. They shifted to the right, repeating the process. On their third tip, they went crashing to the floor, just as they had intended.
They narrowly avoided smacking their head on the concrete as the wooden chair splintered with the impact. One seat leg snapped, allowing them to slide the glass up to their bound hands against the floor with their foot.
One hand, then two were free, and they headed quickly for the back of the room. When the door closed behind them, they allowed themselves to feel a little victorious. This new room was darker, and they took a moment to take it in before making a move. Empty crates and overturned pallets made it difficult to scan the walls. There was the door they came out of, but they struggled to find an exit.
“What was that we said about running?”
Fuck.
Villain stepped out of the shadows and Hero waited for the others to materialize around him. Only, the silence stretched, and the others didn’t appear.
He was alone.
Somehow, that seemed worse.
He was infuriatingly confident, looking like a man that had never entered a situation he couldn’t control. He was comfortable, too comfortable for someone whose prisoner was in the process of escaping.
A thundering of footsteps alerted the hero that their headstart had expired. They whipped their head to the door, bracing to run again the second the crew busted into the room.
“It’s locked.”
Hero looked back to find Villain swinging a key carelessly around his finger.
Oh, so this encounter was no coincidence.
Finally, Hero saw it. There, on the right-hand wall was a door, its window glass boarded up. Freedom was only a few steps away.
The only problem was the man standing in front of it.
“The way I see it, we have two options here. I can let the rest of the crew in here, with you in a locked room, or…”
He paused dramatically while dread pooled in the Hero’s stomach. He continued his offer lightly, like it was of little consequence to him either way.
“You can come with me. Just me. Willingly, of course.”
A thousand questions ran through their mind—‘Why would I?’ ‘Why would you offer?’—And Hero fought to not voice them all.
Instead, they compromised, simply asking, “Why?”
“Last I checked, you’re low on moves, spy. Consider this me, throwing you a bone.”
The words ignited a helpless rage within the hero. He wasn’t wrong per se, but it was the way he chose to insinuate that they were a pitiful dog.
Though, they supposed, that was one step up from ‘rat’.
Hero kept their face carefully blank, trying hard to conceal the gears of decision turning in their brain.
They spoke, stalling for time, “And I suppose I have your word on this?”
The word of a criminal meant little to nothing to the hero. For that matter, no one’s word meant anything to Hero right now. Certainly not the word of a certain police chief.
“You can trust that I prefer to handle these things myself.”
Self interest. That, Hero could count on.
They sighed, barely audible.
“For the record, I don’t think this is the definition of willing.”
That seemed to be an answer in and of itself, but the hero still took no steps forward.
Villain’s smirk was barely visible in the dim light.
“What’s wrong? Not feeling particularly ‘eager’, Hero?” He mocked.
Hero scowled.
Saving them the embarrassment of walking towards their enemy, Villain strode over to them himself.
“How about ‘obediently’? Is that better?”
Worse. That was so much worse.
Hero could agree to being amendable, but their compliance would wear thin if he continued using language best suited to referring to animals.
Figuring a protest would only encourage him, Hero sealed their mouth shut. They expected him to grab their arm to lead them out of there, or to issue a series of commands. Instead, he pushed past them, heading towards the shouts and sounds of the scrambling crew.
Hero turned cold as he slid the key into the lock.
Their fearful confusion must have been written clear on their face, because the villain asked, “What? Gotta make it look good.”
There wasn’t enough time for Hero to process before the knob turned and enemies were pouring into the room. Angry faces fueled by the rage of a second chase barreled towards the hero.
“Don’t let them get away again!”
Now that Villain was no longer blocking the way, Hero headed for the door previously shrouded in shadow. With a click and a shove they burst out into the light of day.
Their eyes struggled with the drastic change, and they slowed to ensure they weren’t running into traffic. With a few blinks they were clear, and they spotted an alley to dart down that seemed to connect to a cross street.
Deja Vu hit them as they spotted a fire escape, and they decided not to try their luck more than once. Instead, they dodged behind a dumpster to double back behind their closest pursuer.
Hero had to assume they had, at some point, all split up, considering that only one criminal was within their sights.
He fell for the fake out, and Hero hopped over a garbage bag and took off in the other direction. They followed the street from which they came for only a block before they veered off in a new direction. Parked cars lined this avenue, and Hero picked up the pace as they passed the row next to the sidewalk. Their heart thundered against sore ribs.
Too many places to hide and strike.
In a crude justification of their paranoia, a figure leapt out from behind a tinted van, grabbing for the hero and catching their shirt in an iron grip. Hero kicked out and suddenly they were both tumbling to the ground. Their bodies smacked the pavement, but neither intended to stop their attacks.
Their shirt twisted them closer and another hand grabbed one of their arms, taking the limb out of play.
Only one arm, though.
Knuckles flew and landed right between the eyes. His body crumpled and Hero scrambled back, right into the waiting arms of the villain.
“Nice punch,” he commented, hauling them back up to their feet with a vice-like grip.
Well, at least they got to break an eye socket.
Hero’s knuckles ached as they were led around the corner. An SUV and another building awaited them, which they entered with fatigued muscles and throbbing bruises. They couldn’t help but think that tiring them out was part of the strategy at play here. ‘Willing’ was definitely a stretch, if the hand clamped around their arm was any indication.
Another safe house, another chair. This rope looked despairingly thicker, however, and the floor had been wiped clean by a more experienced captor.
Hero was not excited when said captor entered the room, leaning against the door with crossed arms and a look strangely akin to admiration on his face.
“You’re a pretty good liar, Hero,” he spoke, and it actually sounded like a compliment. “I’d like to put those skills to use.”
“You want me to work for you?” Hero laughed, despite their precarious position. A job offer was a far cry from what they imagined they’d be walking into after being discovered.
“In exchange, you’ll be protected,” the villain continued
Future tense, not conditional. Arrogant bastard.
Hero scoffed, “From who? You?”
“Among others,” Villain answered simply, evenly.
‘Others.’ Like the party hunting them down as they speak.
“I’m not the only liar here,” Hero pointed out, “you said letting the crew in was part of option one.”
“I believe I said letting them into ‘a locked room.’ It wasn’t locked, you got out.”
The confidence in his voice gave away that his phrasing was purely for show. He knew exactly what he had said.
A technically, and a boring one at that.
Well, they were already here, stuck in this impossible situation. Maybe there was a deal to be made.
Maybe, it could be sweeter than they thought.
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@atlaserine
You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid (Sequel to Spy?)
(Inspired by the song ‘You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid’ by The Offspring)
A kick, a slap, a left hook, too many punches to count.
At first, the attacks were directed at Hero. They were surrounded by enemies that were bonding over the shared betrayal and, naturally, they had felt the need to release their frustrations. The hero had a black eye and a bloody nose to prove it. After all, there wasn’t much they could do to avoid the blows while tied to a chair in a second safe house.
Well, they could talk.
“I was having a great hair day, and you all had to go and ruin, it didn’t you?”
They all hit a little harder after that.
Beating up on the revealed spy only united the group for so long, though. Soon the blaming started, lots of ‘you should have known’ and ‘maybe you were in on it too.’
Hero may have…egged them on a bit.
A little suggestion here, a pinch of eye contact there, and paranoia took root like a weed.
The infighting grew, and Hero now sat largely forgotten in the center of the room. No eyes were on them, and no ears would be able to pick out sounds they made.
It was an opening, and Hero was not one to waste an opportunity.
They surveyed the group, determining none were so experienced as to know never to leave a captive to their own devices. The leader was nowhere to be seen. He disappeared after Speedy and Blueprint had helped haul them from the bus and was replaced by Mover, which was the best news Hero had had all day. A beatdown was one thing, but the villain’s ominous comment had left them unnerved.
It was too bad no one had bothered to sweep the floor of the safe house. Beneath the dust and paint chips littering the ground, Hero spotted a chip of broken glass. It took some shuffling and some straining, but Hero was able to get it securely wedged under their foot.
Now, for the hard part.
Listening once again for any lull in the fighting, and hearing none, Hero gritted their teeth then rocked hard to the left. They shifted to the right, repeating the process. On their third tip, they went crashing to the floor, just as they had intended.
They narrowly avoided smacking their head on the concrete as the wooden chair splintered with the impact. One seat leg snapped, allowing them to slide the glass up to their bound hands against the floor with their foot.
One hand, then two were free, and they headed quickly for the back of the room. When the door closed behind them, they allowed themselves to feel a little victorious. This new room was darker, and they took a moment to take it in before making a move. Empty crates and overturned pallets made it difficult to scan the walls. There was the door they came out of, but they struggled to find an exit.
“What was that we said about running?”
Fuck.
Villain stepped out of the shadows and Hero waited for the others to materialize around him. Only, the silence stretched, and the others didn’t appear.
He was alone.
Somehow, that seemed worse.
He was infuriatingly confident, looking like a man that had never entered a situation he couldn’t control. He was comfortable, too comfortable for someone whose prisoner was in the process of escaping.
A thundering of footsteps alerted the hero that their headstart had expired. They whipped their head to the door, bracing to run again the second the crew busted into the room.
“It’s locked.”
Hero looked back to find Villain swinging a key carelessly around his finger.
Oh, so this encounter was no coincidence.
Finally, Hero saw it. There, on the right-hand wall was a door, its window glass boarded up. Freedom was only a few steps away.
The only problem was the man standing in front of it.
“The way I see it, we have two options here. I can let the rest of the crew in here, with you in a locked room, or…”
He paused dramatically while dread pooled in the Hero’s stomach. He continued his offer lightly, like it was of little consequence to him either way.
“You can come with me. Just me. Willingly, of course.”
A thousand questions ran through their mind—‘Why would I?’ ‘Why would you offer?’—And Hero fought to not voice them all.
Instead, they compromised, simply asking, “Why?”
“Last I checked, you’re low on moves, spy. Consider this me, throwing you a bone.”
The words ignited a helpless rage within the hero. He wasn’t wrong per se, but it was the way he chose to insinuate that they were a pitiful dog.
Though, they supposed, that was one step up from ‘rat’.
Hero kept their face carefully blank, trying hard to conceal the gears of decision turning in their brain.
They spoke, stalling for time, “And I suppose I have your word on this?”
The word of a criminal meant little to nothing to the hero. For that matter, no one’s word meant anything to Hero right now. Certainly not the word of a certain police chief.
“You can trust that I prefer to handle these things myself.”
Self interest. That, Hero could count on.
They sighed, barely audible.
“For the record, I don’t think this is the definition of willing.”
That seemed to be an answer in and of itself, but the hero still took no steps forward.
Villain’s smirk was barely visible in the dim light.
“What’s wrong? Not feeling particularly ‘eager’, Hero?” He mocked.
Hero scowled.
Saving them the embarrassment of walking towards their enemy, Villain strode over to them himself.
“How about ‘obediently’? Is that better?”
Worse. That was so much worse.
Hero could agree to being amendable, but their compliance would wear thin if he continued using language best suited to referring to animals.
Figuring a protest would only encourage him, Hero sealed their mouth shut. They expected him to grab their arm to lead them out of there, or to issue a series of commands. Instead, he pushed past them, heading towards the shouts and sounds of the scrambling crew.
Hero turned cold as he slid the key into the lock.
Their fearful confusion must have been written clear on their face, because the villain asked, “What? Gotta make it look good.”
There wasn’t enough time for Hero to process before the knob turned and enemies were pouring into the room. Angry faces fueled by the rage of a second chase barreled towards the hero.
“Don’t let them get away again!”
Now that Villain was no longer blocking the way, Hero headed for the door previously shrouded in shadow. With a click and a shove they burst out into the light of day.
Their eyes struggled with the drastic change, and they slowed to ensure they weren’t running into traffic. With a few blinks they were clear, and they spotted an alley to dart down that seemed to connect to a cross street.
Deja Vu hit them as they spotted a fire escape, and they decided not to try their luck more than once. Instead, they dodged behind a dumpster to double back behind their closest pursuer.
Hero had to assume they had, at some point, all split up, considering that only one criminal was within their sights.
He fell for the fake out, and Hero hopped over a garbage bag and took off in the other direction. They followed the street from which they came for only a block before they veered off in a new direction. Parked cars lined this avenue, and Hero picked up the pace as they passed the row next to the sidewalk. Their heart thundered against sore ribs.
Too many places to hide and strike.
In a crude justification of their paranoia, a figure leapt out from behind a tinted van, grabbing for the hero and catching their shirt in an iron grip. Hero kicked out and suddenly they were both tumbling to the ground. Their bodies smacked the pavement, but neither intended to stop their attacks.
Their shirt twisted them closer and another hand grabbed one of their arms, taking the limb out of play.
Only one arm, though.
Knuckles flew and landed right between the eyes. His body crumpled and Hero scrambled back, right into the waiting arms of the villain.
“Nice punch,” he commented, hauling them back up to their feet with a vice-like grip.
Well, at least they got to break an eye socket.
Hero’s knuckles ached as they were led around the corner. An SUV and another building awaited them, which they entered with fatigued muscles and throbbing bruises. They couldn’t help but think that tiring them out was part of the strategy at play here. ‘Willing’ was definitely a stretch, if the hand clamped around their arm was any indication.
Another safe house, another chair. This rope looked despairingly thicker, however, and the floor had been wiped clean by a more experienced captor.
Hero was not excited when said captor entered the room, leaning against the door with crossed arms and a look strangely akin to admiration on his face.
“You’re a pretty good liar, Hero,” he spoke, and it actually sounded like a compliment. “I’d like to put those skills to use.”
“You want me to work for you?” Hero laughed, despite their precarious position. A job offer was a far cry from what they imagined they’d be walking into after being discovered.
“In exchange, you’ll be protected,” the villain continued
Future tense, not conditional. Arrogant bastard.
Hero scoffed, “From who? You?”
“Among others,” Villain answered simply, evenly.
‘Others.’ Like the party hunting them down as they speak.
“I’m not the only liar here,” Hero pointed out, “you said letting the crew in was part of option one.”
“I believe I said letting them into ‘a locked room.’ It wasn’t locked, you got out.”
The confidence in his voice gave away that his phrasing was purely for show. He knew exactly what he had said.
A technically, and a boring one at that.
Well, they were already here, stuck in this impossible situation. Maybe there was a deal to be made.
Maybe, it could be sweeter than they thought.
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@atlaserine
Haha this was really fun to do, I got Will, which was kinda unexpected but I'm here for it!!!
guys i made a silly little quiz. go check it out if you want.
also feel free to rb with your results if you do take it !!