Flash fiction Friday and I went over word limit again <.<;; Not as badly as last week but maybe next week Iâll actually stay under the 1000 word limit orz
I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you have as much fun reading it! Feedback is appreciated ^u^
Prompt: Jumping Fences
Words: 1467
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     âWhat in the actual hell do you think youâre doing!? Get away from me Dillan or I swear, Iâll beat you into the dirt.â Growled threats tumbled out, fleeing while she stayed stuck. Trapped. He didnât stop. Hands hovered over her temples, tingling the hairs standing on end.
     âYou think I want to do this to you Alex? I never wanted it to come to thisâŠâ He sighed. âDonât worry. Iâve been practicing. Itâs not going to hurt.â
     âPracticing my foot! I donât goddamn care! Untie me!â Alex jerked in the seat, restrained by whatever Dillan had lying around. Belts, tape, cords. Pathetic impromptu tools. Clearly, heâd been thinking of this for a while but hadnât bothered with the details. It was strangely offensive. She wasnât even worth a plan? Snapping in his direction, her teeth clipped the air where his hand had been. Dillan frowned, sighing again. He needed to concentrate for this to work. The tears in Alexâs eyes misted his own. Her distress was paralysing. He had to steel his resolve. This was for the best.
     âI get that youâre scared! I really do. But you canât go on like this. Youâre an adult but your parents lock you away â Donât give me that look. You know itâs true. Iâll make it so you can be free. You arenât going to remember this. Any of it! Just that Iâm your friend and you are rooming with me for a bit. You can finally be yourself!â
     The god damned arrogance! âAre you kidding me?? Mr Hero In Training wants to brain wipe me, his friend, because my parents are protective? God Damn it Dillan! What are you thinking? Youâre right! I am an adult and I choose to stay with my folks. I happen to like them! Let me go already! This is ridiculous!â This was exactly why her parents were protective in the first place. When she was born, delicate and doe-eyed, her fate had been written in her soft features. In a world of heroes and villains, sheâd been assigned the role of Damsel. In a way, sheâd expected to face this situation one day, but not like this. How could she have known that Dillan would go screwy? He was alignment checked â chaotic good â and halfway through his hero course. More than that, he was her friend. Now he was hovering over her, awkwardly avoiding the daggers she glared into his stupid superman t-shirt.
     âLook, itâs really not even a big deal. Iâll count down, touch your head and poof! You wonât remember anything bad either! I wouldnât do that to you. Yâknow, lots of people would love to forget their past. Iâm doing you a service.â He faltered at her stormy face. âA-anyway. Itâs not like Iâm going to tell you anything weird like weâre dating or whatever. Just trust me, itâll all turn out. I donât even know why Iâm telling you all thi-â
     âYouâre monologing because youâre a godDAMMED VILLAIN!â
     He took a moment steadying himself from her outburst. âI guess Iâm just trying to make things easier for you. Anyway, Iâll count down from three and youâll get to start a whole new life.â
     âSeriously, stop! I donât want this! Whatever youâre going through, we can talk about it! Please, just let me go!â
     Three
     Alex had met Dillan at university. Her parents were apprehensive about her studying, rathering she get a non-descript job at a little bookshop or something, but nothing could dissuade her from psychology. She wanted to help other Damsels whoâd been toyed with in some comic book game, then tossed away once the level cleared. She wanted to help villains overcome whatever had pushed them towards evil in the first place. You canât solve every problem by punching it after all. Their classes ended up working together on a joined assignment. Heroes and psychs preparing for future collaboration. A paired assignment and, unsurprisingly, Alex was the last approached. Itâs not all that convenient to be associated with a Damsel after all. Dillan all but tripped into the room, tardiness becoming his trademark over the following classes, and was stuck with who he could get. Dillan was being trained to use his mind control power to de-escalate hostage situations and Alex was all about cognitive mechanisms. They had a lot in common and got along very well. Alexâs parents were ecstatic that sheâd finally made a university friend. His hero status wasnât great news, but at least heâd look out for her, right? Thatâs how they made peace with it at least. She didnât want to lose their time together.
     Two
     Alexâs other friend, Wisteria, had a smeared name, like her. Unlike her, she was no Damsel. Dark hair, smoky eyes, and a mystery at the best of times, she wore her alignment like a cloak. Chaotic evil. Villain material in the making. Her ability didnât help matters. They met in self defence class. She always had a quiet kindness about her, hard to see to those who were not looking. Alex offered to help her with a shoulder throw she was struggling with. They worked until Alex couldnât take it anymore. Wisteriaâs under breath quips getting the best of Alex, leaving her cackling on the floor like a moron. Their friendship thrived in the form of a contest. Whoever could make the other smile more, won. Wisteriaâs advantage of a naturally stoic countenance may have left her reigning champion, but they were both cramping with laughter by the end of their frequent meetings. Would Wisteria keep smiling without her?
     One
     Was this all because Alex had bailed on a party invite? Sheâd been chatting with Dillan that morning and heâd started talking about an upcoming party. It was 90% hero first years and Alex just couldnât deal with that level of drunken ego today. Polite pass with an excuse about promising to be home early. Something about crimes on the news, parental worry, yadda yadda. Dillan had laughed it off, promising to snapchat a play-by-play commentary. It was all the usual stuff. That was until they were walking off to class. Alex had gone to jump the fence. A spectacular fail. She slipped, landing on her back like a geriatric turtle, winded. Next thing she knew, she was tied to a goddamned chair about to be reprogrammed. Dillan mustâve taken advantage of her lowered defences, sneaking into her brain while it was still trying to get breathing back on track. It didnât matter. Not anymore. He was going to fry her. She didnât bother stifling her sobs. What about Captain Fluffington? Whoâs going to explain to him what happened? Is he going to spend his life thinking sheâd abandoned him? She didnât want this she didnât want this she didnât want this!!
     Restart
     One breathy word. Alex screwed her eyes shut. She didnât want to forget. She braced against the oncoming touch. It never came. Squinting through cracked eyelids, she could have screeched with joy. Dillan was grunting, struggling to move. Wisteria loomed in the doorway. Murder etched into her face, she almost shook with anger. Her shadow snaked across the floor, clamping onto Dillanâs with its intangible hands, rooting him in place.
     âYou told people Alex was with me last!? Way to throw me under the bus you intolerable drivel merchant!â
     Her fist smashed his jaw. An audible crack and he crumpled, a suspended ragdoll until her shadow released him. He moaned when she nudged him but didnât get up.
     âSorry it took so long Lex. The police didnât believe I was in class all day. We had to show them surveillance footage so theyâd let me go.â She made quick work of unbuckling Alex. âYou okay?â
     As much as Alex wanted to brush it off and play it cool, all she could manage was a watery âMn hmâ. It had been so close. Half a second longer⊠A tidal wave of relief and what ifs crashed over her. Knees now jelly, she started bawling again. Wisteria wrapped her up in a hug while she cried into her shirt.
     âI ought I asnâtgoinooeeyouagaiiinnn!â (I thought I wasnât going to see you again.) Â
     She chuckled. âYou couldnât get rid of me that easily. This is the sort of stuff Iâm training for.â
     Wisteria ran a hand through Alexâs hair and it was the most comforting thing in the whole damned world.
     Managing to calm down to, at least, coherence, Alex whispered âI was so scared Whis.â
     âI know. Iâm sorry it took so long. It wonât happen again. Iâll always drop everything to come save your sorry butt. My alignment is chaotically self-interested after all. You are very important to my self.â
     Alex huffed out a laugh. Thereâs a reason Wisteriaâs her best friend.
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