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āI look in peopleās windows, transfixed by rose golden glowsā
Isolation | Candlelight | Found Family
tw: whipping marks and whipping mention, mention of future torture, violence, abuse
Villain looked over the faces of their friends, all gathered in the living room of their apartment. They smiled brightly, their face doused in the warm candlelight from their birthday cake. They bent over the table and blew out the candles. The room erupted in a loud cheer before each of their friends went up to them and embraced them in their arms, Henchmanās hug lasting a moment too long.
Hero sat on a rooftop of a nearby building and observed the idyllic gathering through Villainās wide windows. They watched as Villain cut the cake and then everyone sat down to eat. They watched as they all talked, laughed and danced. They watched Villain spin around the room and sway to the music. They watched them always ending up in Henchmanās arms, as if they were counterpole magnets.
Hero used to be that magnet for Villain. They used to be the one Villain searched for in a room full of people. There used to be a chain linking them, built of tender memories of quiet nights spent together and secrets shared under the moonlight, exchanged words of comfort, matching scars from injuries they helped each other patch up, and knowledge that no matter where they were, they remained each otherās missing part. Hero had hoped it would stay like this forever. But even the most beautiful chain is still a chain.
And Villain had never liked to be tied down.
Hero wanted to hate them for leaving. They should hate them. Villain betrayed not only them, but also Superhero, when they fled the Agencyās headquarters three years ago. Their loyalty should condemn such action. But Hero could not bring themself to hold any ill feelings for Villain, when they shone so bright amid their newfound family. They could see the difference in their posture, how they held themself slightly higher, more self-assured. How their eyes had this sharp glint Hero hadnāt seen since they were kids, before theyād gone to chase their dreams. How they began to express their emotions more freely, still with slight apprehension, but they were trying. Hero had never seen them so happy before.
Hero felt a sharp sting in their heart, a mix of grief, nostalgia and jealousy. It hurt, seeing Villain so content without them. To see they could never be enough for them. It hurt more than the fresh whip marks crisscrossing Heroās back.
They were about to stand up and head back to the headquarters before their curfew was up, when they heard a familiar voice and their body went rigid.
Heroās mind was sent into panic. They tried to spin some sort of excuse that this was just surveillance or that they were staking the place to try and catch Villain off guard but Superhero interrupted their train of thought.
āThink very carefully about what youāre going to say because I donāt think your body can also take punishment for lying.ā
Hero felt tears burn in their eyes as they said two, most useless words, āIām sorry.ā
Superhero let out humourless laughter and closed their palm over Heroās shoulder. Suddenly, Hero found themself flung into a wall, their back errupting in a cacophony of pain.
āWhat do you think youāre doing here, huh?ā spat Superhero. They tugged harshly at Heroās hair, tilting their head towards them.
āI- I- Iām so- sorry,ā Hero stuttered, trying to focus on Superheroās face, but their head was dazed from the impact.
āIām sorry, I was just watching them. I didnāt talk to them or anything.ā
āAnd why would you want to watch them eat a fucking birthday cake?ā
Hero opened their mouth and closed it again after a moment. They knew that the severity of their forthcoming punishment depended on their answer. Telling the truth was going to end in a plethora of pain, yet punishment for lying was going to be twice as much. They doubted their body could go through three ācorrecting sessionsā in one day. They took a deep breath, wincing as the act sparked pain from their aggravated back.
āI⦠I justā¦ā tentatively, Hero spoke, their voice just above the whisper. They avoided Superheroās stare, āI just missed them.ā
All of a sudden, a punch came and knocked Hero to the ground. They whimpered, struggling back to their feet, but their head was spinning violently and limbs kept going out from under them.
āYou missed a traitor?ā snapped Superhero as they delivered a sharp kick in Heroās side and slammed them back to the ground. Their anger was like a vicious tempest raging all around Hero. āDid you forget what they did to me? To us?ā
Hero shook their head, unable to form a response. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, panic constricting their throat.
Superhero scoffed at the pathetic form at their feet. They bent over and hauled Hero up by their hair. Hero cried out, black spots dancing in their eyes.
āI think you need a reminder of what happens to people who affiliate themselves with traitors. We are gonna get rid of that pesky attachment of yours.ā
Hero wanted to say that they didnāt affiliate themself with Villian, that they were just watching. They doubted the criminal would even want to have anything to do with them anymore. Yet they found themself unable to put together a sentence, bone-deep exhaustion settling in their body. They doubted they would withstand the session, they felt close to passing out right then. Few more strikes were going to sent them into oblivion. They let themself be dragged by Superhero from the rooftop and into their car.
They were utterly oblivious to Villain standing at their window, watching them.