“I’m here- I’m here, now” ; )
my muse had been kidnapped and tortured for the past week send “i’m here- I’m here, now” for your muse to save them // not accepting // @atramentousabyss
The least everyone expected was for u-a to get invaded by villains. And from what it seemed at first, everyone looked like they had gotten out safely, only due to the help of the teachers and staff, but that wasn’t really the case. After Fumikage and Tsuyu got seperated from the others in a surprisingly awfully constructed escape plan, she got taken by the villains right after she flicked him away from the danger with her tongue. At least he was out of danger…
The second she was brought to what appeared to be their headquarters, they wasted no second in making sure she wasn’t left unscathed. Apparently they wanted to deliver some message to all the heroes and the kids who aspired to be them. She didn’t know if they wanted her dead body to be weighing their shoulders by the end of this whole ordeal, but it sure seemed like it in days time.
And after a week passed ( though for her it felt like months ), she looked absolutely horrible. There were cuts and bruises all over, hair that was previously silky smooth turned rough from all the pulling, her school uniform that was previously perfectly intact was all torn up, thighs housed multiple deep cuts that she prayed weren’t infected by now, and speculations of broken ribs spinned through her head ( what else could it be with such intense pain ? ) . They even threatened to cut of her tongue next. God, if they did….
Hands moved to cover her mouth absentmindedly, eyes that previously didn’t allow any tears to fall were finally pooling with the unshed droplets. She didn’t want to appear weak to the villains who had kidnapped her, but now…they didn’t seem like they were coming any time soon… At least for a few minutes she wanted to cry.
Though the wishful thinking that she could cry without being seen by anyone was interrupted by a booming crash coming from somewhere near and the ringing of loads of voices. At first she didn’t think this was anything good, but instead of stopping the rapidly flowing tears, she just seemed to start crying more. She didn’t want to die, she didn’t–
The wall that blocked her path of escape came tumbling down, a huge cloud of dust accompanying it. Not even attempting to wait for it to clear, she raised her arms in front of her face in a meek attempt to protect herself. Though after cracking one of her closed eyes open ever so slightly, she picked up on a very familiar shadow looking creature.
“ D…Dark Shadow? ” She muttered mostly to herself. If she said it…maybe then she’d believe what she was seeing. But after all the smoke and dust cleared up, her shoulders slumped at the sight, tears that had momentarily stopped were spilling out again. Fumikage…was here.
A strangled ‘ kero ’ leaving her mouth and with all the adrenaline that was now flowing through her body, she managed to pick herself up, wobbling legs that stung with every step they took carrying her towards her classmate and hands grabbing onto his cape before she could collapse. And as soon as her posture straightened, she threw her arms around him, taking in the fact that he was actually here. In her mind, he probably would’ve preferred to get away with as minimum contact as possible, but as she sobbed into his chest like a small child with tears that left stains, she couldn’t help but think – hold me, just hold me this one time.