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day 29 of @whumptember

960 words

warnings: young whumpee, blood, character bludgeoned to death, gun, character being shot (not fatal), cursing, captive whumpee, chained to the wall

part one | part three

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Hero stares at the photo, “Are you sure it’s him?” she asks. “His hair wasn’t this long.” 

“It’s been a few months,” Superhero says. He puts a hand on her shoulder and pulls her against his chest. “It’s him. Supervillain wouldn’t lie about that.” 

She pulls away from him, tucking the photo away back into the envelope. “This is your fault.” she snaps. “You’re the one who told me this was the right-no this was the only thing to get him to stop.” 

“Hero, it was the only way.” He frowns and then turns around, “The only way to keep you in the game. The right thing for me to do was get Villain away from you so you did your fucking job. I mean, since you’ve forgotten about him, how many people have you saved? How many lives have improved since then?” 

She stares at him, ears unbelieving what they were hearing. Superhero turns back around and sits in front of Hero. 

“The truth is, Supervillain reached out to me first. And I told him I was looking to get rid of Villain. I don’t really think he wanted him that badly, but when I offered? He couldn’t refuse.

“And this?” He says, tapping on the envelope, “This was a signal to me that he’s ready to fight again. So let’s go, let's get Villain back and take Supervillain down once and for all. Because he doesn’t deserve what Supervillain’s done to him.” 

She looks at him and nods. Without a word, she gets dressed and gathers her weapons. 

The car ride to Supervillain is long and the only thing keeping Hero from jumping out onto the side of the road is knowing that she’ll see Villain again. 

Superhero casts glances her way the whole ride, trying to gauge how upset she was at him and knowing it would be more clear once she saves Villain. He parks the car and steps onto the gravel. The ground crunches under Hero’s feet and she storms up to the door. 

In one swift movement, she kicks it in and shouts, “Supervillain, where the fuck are you?!” 

Stumbling footsteps echo throughout the lair and Hero’s hand reaches for her weapon. Superhero stands behind her, a hand hovering over his gun. “Shoot first,” he whispers to her, “You don’t know what tricks he has up his sleeves.” 

“Supervillain, I only came for Villain. Just…let him go?” she begs. 

A weak voice calls out from around the corner, “Hero?” it whimpers. “Is it really you?” 

“Villain?” Hero cries. “Come here, I came to get you out of here.” 

“I…I can’t.” he stammers. “There’s a chain.” 

Hero charges ahead but is slammed to a stop by Superhero’s hand clamped down on her shoulder. “What are you doing?” she snaps, pulling his fingers off of her. “He needs me.” 

“It’s a trap!” Superhero snaps. He pulls her back to him and tilts his head, almost sympathetically. Hero sets her jaw and turns away from him, dragging him past the corner with her. He digs his fingers into her collarbone and she stops. For a moment, he thinks she’s going to kill him right then and there. He lets her go, and she walks away after one soft warning, “Be careful.” 

There’s a puddle of blood surrounding Villain. It’s stained on his clothes, dried on his hands, and caked in his hair. She runs to him and pulls him into her arms. “What happened?” 

He sobs into her chest, “I beat him.” he exhales shakily and tries to point at the bloodied hammer laying on the ground next to Supervillain’s body. “He let his guard down and I attacked. Just like you told me to.” 

“Oh,” She sobs, “I’m so sorry, I-I’m so sorry.” 

She presses a kiss to his forehead and holds him tightly as they both sob. Then, quicker than Hero thought possible, Villain pulls away and backs up against a wall. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks, scooting closer to her. 

His eyes lock on something behind her and he lifts a shaking hand to point at it, “Don’t-don’t let him-”

“Oh, shut up!” Superhero snaps. He points the gun at Villain and rolls his eyes, “You’re always blabbering. For once in your fucking life, just fucking shut up.” 

Hero jumps to her feet and stands between Villain and the gun. “What are you doing?” she asks, taking a step toward Superhero. “Supervillain’s dead. Put the gun away.” 

She snaps her head back to look at Villain, then she looks back at Superhero. He tilts his head and frowns, “I didn’t think you were still so fucking stupid. I mean, I spelled out my plan. Letting Supervillain know where out base is to send the envelope, going to his lair to ‘save Villain’, letting you go ahead of me.” 

The gun presses against Hero’s shoulder and her face is almost touching Superhero’s. “Put the gun away,” she begs. “Just let us go. You’ll never see us again and you can tell everyone that you killed Supervillain. Just…let us go.” 

“Not this time,” he says. His finger pulls back on the trigger and the bullet goes through her. She falls to the ground and Villain screams. 

He crawls forward and presses his hands against the wound. “No, no, no.” He babbles. Desperately, he puts his other hand on top and stares at her, “No, no. Hero…” Superhero grabs a handful of Villain’s hair and pulls him to his feet. He pulls him away from Hero until the leg with the chain is pulled back. He tosses him onto the ground and shoots him in the leg. 

Todays Word Of The Day is: Obfuscate

Lying is how I survive this. Parceling truth is the way I avoid a descent into stronger and more damaging darknesses. It’s why I can still walk through this world vacillating between existing and not existing. It’s how I turn off the part of my brain that needs to rest and let the other part take over. When I return, I lie and pretend I’ve been there the whole time. I say things like “I forgot” or “I couldn’t find it” or “I was just kidding.” Or I lie to control the narrative—deliver a well-packaged answer or joke—before a question can even be posed.

By far, the lie I tell the most is “I’m okay.”

I think I do this too much.