Why couldnât he have just listened to dragonfly. They told him to wait for backup, that these villains were different. How different could they be? A plasma generator is exactly the kind of thing that powered criminals would go after, and heâs handled plenty of people with powers.
Etherâs own abilities arenât anything too dramatic. Invisibility, agility, speed. Perfect for snatching the device or macguffin or goober and getting the heck out of dodge.
Until one of the henchmen put up some kind of barrier around the building.
He could see it through the window, a shimmering field that fit snugly against the bricks. It shocked him every time he touched it, enough so that it could probably stop his heart if he went through it. Anything metal seems to spin and crackle wildly when exposed to it⊠meaning the plasma generator would probably explode catastrophicallyâŠ
His best bet is to wait it out.
So heâs here, in a broom closet, sitting on a top shelf, invisible, next to a dangerous contraption that villainous people want for some evil purpose.
He freezes as he hears muffled voices in the hall. Oneâs lower than the other, more calm and stern. The other is impatient.
âWe just need to find the generator. Donât get distracted.â
âButââ
âNo. Generator first. Once thatâs secured, you can do whatever. Not one second sooner.â
ââŠfine.â
He breathes out a sigh as they pass, heart racing. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, when a hand punches through the wall next to his head.
Claws barely miss his cheek as the villainess pulls her hand back, and looks through the broken wall. She reaches for the device, and he ducks out of the way just in time. Ether has never been so happy for his invisibility.
âThere it is, I knew I sensed that thing.â
He grabs on to the generator and jumps off the shelf, rolling to the floor.
âDamn, what in the hells⊠invisible little shit!â
She tears part of the wall away, and kicks through the rest, knocking shelves down. Havoc cracks her knuckles as she steps into the room, eyeing the door as it opens. She has to duck to fit through, with big curved horns atop her head. Before he can get through, she lunges, barely missing him.
âGet back here!â
He takes off down the hall, a bobbing generator carried by invisible hands. Turning the corner, he spots another one of the villains. Pink hair, and those silly fake horns, spiky and white. This team is way too committed to the bit.
He turns the other way, slipping into an empty room. Or at least it seemed empty. The henchman sits at one of the tables, a book in hand. The one who put up the barrier. He looks up at the door moving, and puts down his book. Itâs like the henchman is looking right through him, almost following him.
Ether ducks behind a file cabinet, trying to calm his breathing. Theyâll find him⊠if their muscle can sense the generator⊠sheâll be able to track him.
âVigil, I think someoneâs in the room with us.â
âYeah, he just ran in. You didnât see? Heâs in bright brilliant purple.â
âYou can see him?â
âYou canât?â
He peeks around the corner, and comes face to face with the one named vigil.
âOh, I see. Not a purple suit, just purple reflecting off you. Purple that nobody but me can see.â
He reaches forward, to grab Etherâs shirt, and is only a second behind- Ether jumps up to the top of the cabinet, and vaults over the henchman who can see him. The other ones blocking the door now, but thereâs another. He lands on another cabinet, and takes off running across them, to the door.
Hastily, he opens the door, to reveal the same shimmering static that had enveloped the building.
Turning around, he sees a wall of it between him and the two henchmen. The one who controls it is on one knee, concentrating on his hands, as he motions for the barrier to move. He makes it shrink more, a box around Ether.
âGot you.â
One of the walls slams into Ether, and he arches, breath catching. He canât breathe, and drops the device to the floor. The walls have already dissipated, but he canât move, canât get up. He can only struggle to take a breath, only able to pull air in- but he canât breathe out.
When he finally gets his bearings, the smaller of the two henchmen is pouring some chemical into a cloth.
âWe have the generator. That means heâs mine, right? You promised!â
âRevel⊠you canât justâŠâ
âHeâs seen us all. Wouldnât it be bad if the humans found out what we actually are?â
âWell thatâsâŠâ
âBesides, I think heâs cute.â
They step over and press the rag in front of his face. He struggles to push their arm away, to get out of their hold. But heâs too weak. They donât even have to try that hard.
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âLetâs put that flexibility to the test.â
Every time the demon came to his cell, it was bad news. They had abducted him, brought him to this facility, whipped him, tattooed and drawn weird runes onto him, and hosed him off with freezing water. This time, itâll just be another new torture.
âYou could ask, I- I could show my flexibility⊠itâs barely a superpower, not nearly as much as my other powersâŠâ
âBut thatâs not as fun, is it.â
He wasnât sure where theyâd put the electrode, but every time they did a specific hand gesture, a shock would course through his body, making him fall to the floor. They claimed it was magic, from the tattoos⊠but Etherâs pretty sure they must have embedded some kind of tech into himâŠ
He coughed and gasped as they lifted him into the wheelbarrow and bound his wrists behind his back. Ether struggled against the cuffs, but they just twisted their hand in the air and he choked on his breath.
A tub full of water sat in the center of their torture room, along with various ropes and other bindings. As much as he tried to keep up a front, dread rose in his chest.
They dumped him to the floor, and wrapped ropes around his ankles. Shoving him to his knees, they tie his wrists to his ankles, leaving him in a very tight hogtie- that became uncomfortable the moment they pushed him onto his chest. He almost whined once they slipped a curtain rod behind him and pulled it up- the pressure on his limbs hurt, enough to bring tears to his eyes.
His protests fell on uncaring ears, he fell into the tub with a splash, the curtain rod catching on the sides. He barely touched the bottom, just his knees slammed into it- and he couldnât get his head up.
Struggling was useless, but itâs all he could do- his head barely under the waterâŠ
He could try leveraging his knees⊠but heâd just slip. Lifting his head- he barely gained an inch. Pulling at the ropes⊠that barely budgedâŠ
He could feel water burning in his throat, and tried desperately to keep in the breath he had.
Kicking and pulling, he couldnât get out, he couldnât get his head out of the water.
One last ploy- he tried to push the curtain rod, sliding it to one side. His eyes stung from tears, as his lungs burned. It was almost working!
Until he met resistance- the curtain rod stopped moving. Then he felt it push back, sliding right back into place.
He could scream, or cry. Water was making its way down his throat, stinging, burning. His head was getting lighter, and spots dotted his vision. Convulsions wracked his body as his breath escaped him. Still kicking, still struggling. Slowing down.
When they pulled him out, he couldnât even breathe, the water flowing into his lungs. He sputtered, as they let him fall to the floor, heaving for air. On his front like this, he can barely get the water out.
They let him heave and cough for a while, before they step in front of him, boots entering his view. They hold up another pole, this one with built in restraints.
Another torture, and the days just getting started.
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