#scared sidekick

Ambulance Ride:

Whumpee: Villain’s Sidekick (a good bean)

Whumper: Hero, I guess?? (a not so good bean)

Caretaker: Villain (a precious bean - I’m in one of those moods, don’t question it)

Villain tried with all their might to lift the massive beam off their Sidekick’s leg. They tried not to listen to Sidekick’s ragged scream and rushed breathing, to the pain in their back at lifting something so heavy. They pretended Sidekick’s blood wasn’t all over their hands and making the grip slippy. They couldn’t let go, they just couldn’t!

“Move!” Villain managed, barely able to breathe with the strain they were holding up.

Sidekick tried to drag themselves back, but the pain it brought to their leg was overwhelming. They weren’t able to drag themselves all the way out.

“Move!” they bellowed again, through clenched teeth. They felt like they’d shatter.

Hero had finally caught up to them both. They asked no questions, they just grabbed Sidekick under the arms and pulled them to safety.

Villain dropped the beam and collapsed with it, barely able to lift their arms or their head. It took a minute for them to muster the strength to struggle over to Sidekick, scooping them up in their over-exerted arms. Sidekick clung to their shirt in a bid to control the pain.

“This time, it’s over [Villain],” Hero said, their chest rising and falling deeply. Villain looked up to see Hero bringing their hand up to their earpiece. “Bring them in, they’re secure-”

“[Hero], no. Please, at least let me get [Sidekick] out of here. I’m willing to go quietly, but please, not them. Let me help them.”

Hero kept their stony expression. Their hand stayed up by their head. “Call an ambulance, [Villain’s Sidekick] has broken their leg.”

“No!” Villain snapped, “They need my help. Your hospitals aren’t good enough!”

Hero drew their weapon, bracing for Villain to rush to their feet. They didn’t. They pulled Sidekick a little closer. Hero said “I’m sure our hospitals are better than any chop shop you have in a back alley. You don’t get a say in this, [Villain]. Now get up and back away from them with your hands in the air.”

“Run,” Sidekick whimpered.

Villain looked down at them, and then up to Hero. “I’m not moving.”

Hero stormed toward them and Villain quickly but carefully got to their feet. Their fight was short-lived. Villain was still in too much pain and Hero didn’t pull their punches. Villain lost their footing and fell on their knee. Hero pounced, grabbing their arm and twisting it behind their back. Villain cried out as Hero held them in place. “No!”

Sirens sounded getting closer. Sidekick couldn’t get up from the ground. “Run!” they begged, “fight!”

But Villain couldn’t.

“They’re not moving,” Hero remarked cooly. “You’ve both had this coming for a long time.”

Police cars arrived first, getting control of the area and the two criminals. Villain felt an agonising jolt of pain shoot up their shoulder as they tried to fight to throw themselves forward to protect Sidekick and they cried out. Hero drove them down to the floor. Sidekick’s breathing was getting faster. Panic was setting in.

“You’re going to be alright,” Villain said to them, but neither of them had the confidence to really believe it.

An ambulance pulled in, and Sidekick shrieked with fear. They tried to crawl away, but there was nowhere to go “No! No, I. I don’t want to go in. Please, no!” The police had a firm grip until the medics were able to move over and deal with Sidekick’s broken leg. Sidekick fought with everything they had.

Villain could see things were starting to spiral. “Let me go to them, please,” Villain begged. Hero didn’t even acknowledge them.

“[Sidekick], you’re going to be okay,” they called out with more passion. “It’s going to be alright. No matter what, I’ll find you. I swear I’m not going to leave you for a minute longer than I’m forced to. Breathe, [Sidekick, please try to take deep breaths.”

Sidekick was lifted onto a stretcher just as two armed officers took over from Hero, forcing them into the back of the police van.

“I’m not going to leave you,” Villain promised just before the doors were slammed shut.

“[Villain]!” Sidekick screamed, breaking down into weak sobs.

Sidekick couldn’t breathe. No more bright lights and needles. Villain had promised there would be no more doctors and lab coats and no more tests and people enjoying seeing their pain. When Villain had rescued them from that research centre, Villain had sworn to protect them. Hero had come between them and that oath.

Sidekick was handcuffed to the railings on either side of the bed. There was little the medics would be able to do until they got them back to the hospital. Hero had decided to get in the ambulance with them, curious about what the fuss was about. Besides, there was every chance of a rescue mission. They sat in the seat along from the bed and watched Sidekick’s gradual downward spiral.

The very mention of a sedative had turned Sidekick into a panicking sobbing mess. They went limp and perfectly yellow, trembling and trying to curl up with the very limited movement they had left. That only seemed to make things worse for them.

“Please let me go,” Sidekick whimpered. “Please, don’t take me back. Don’t let them take me back!”

Hero wasn’t sure how they were meant to respond. Sidekick mewled, hitting their head off the bed they lay on. “Enough of that,” Hero snapped. “Relax already. The only place you’ll be going is prison once this is in a cast. Where the hell do you think we’re taking you?”

Sidekick shuddered and went quiet. They weren’t going to get an answer. It just made them all the more curious. Just what had Sidekick gone through that had made them so afraid? That made Villain so protective?

They were determined to find out.

Well I was meant to write two of these because I didn’t know which one it was, but alas LIFE decided to happen so you’ll have to settle for one today and one tomorrow. I wish I’d had more time to work on this. I don’t even know which continuation I was meant to actually be writing anymore, man. I feel like it’s the second one but I liked this one too so I’m treating myself to a continuation. I need a receptionist- and a holiday ^^’

Prequel here

Hello, my lovelies, hope you’re having a great day. Love you all lots! ^-^

Prequel here

"Send them to the nearest station," Bounty Hunter said, looking at the gang leader. "[Villain] can stay just a little longer."

The leader’s protests amounted to nothing as they were whisked away. Villain would have fought again if it wasn't for the knife that traced across the artery in their neck. Bounty Hunter's expression remained cool and, if anything, amused. Their cheek stung from where they had punched them only momenta earlier.

"If you've hurt them I swear it will take more than a knife-"

Bounty Hunter cut that same cheek, only a shallow swipe, but it sang with stinging pain. It got the message across enough. 

"You were saying? Gag them. Let's make this a bit of a surprise, hm? I'm sure [Sidekick] will be thrilled. I know I am."

Villain could do nothing to stop them shoving that horrible muzzle into their mouth again and fastening the leather, even tighter than before, which made them wince. Then they tied their hands behind their back, and they didn't make the same mistake with the knots. They tied their hands in a way so that their arms were crossed behind them, and the knot settled in the middle, well out of reach.

Villain felt the urge to drop their head in defeat, to give up and try to ignore the blood dripping down their face and slipping under the leather. They kept their head up, making every effort to stay strong, defiant. They were Villain, and they gave into no one. 

They walked on their own accord down the hallways, the guards at either side barely guided them. They'd be patient for now, keep things as easy for themselves as they could but when they got their opportunity they'd strike- and they would get their opportunity, they had to… 

A door opened at the end of the hallway and laughter poured out of it, harsh mocking laughter. Villain felt their stomach knot in dread. Not that door, please not that door. Their pace faltered and Bounty Hunter smirked. "Nervous? You know, usually, I'm fair to my... guests, I stick to the laws, but you? You and that sidekick of yours are different. You've taken things very dear to my heart, and for that, well, figure it out yourself."

Villain rolled their eyes. It was the same old speech, and they didn't have the time to let it get under their skin.

They were shoved inside the room and at once screamed.

They screamed Sidekick's name, only for it to come out as a long hum. That gag was horrendous, pinning their bottom jaw to their top, and the wooden bit stopped them from moving their tongue. They wanted so desperately to interfere but they could only watch Sidekick. Their hands were tied in front of them and they were blindfolded, surrounded by people and getting pushed from person to person. They laughed and agitated them, tugging their hair, slapping them, whatever they felt like in the moment that they had a hold of them. 

Villain could only see the terror on the bottom half of their face. Their rambling whispers as they begged for them to stop. Even with their hands behind them, Villain clenched their fists. They turned to Bounty Hunter and so desperately begged them to stop it, but their words came out as only grunts and whines. This wasn't fair. It wasn't fair!

"Woah, there," Bounty Hunter finally spoke up when Sidekick fell to the floor. The crowd went quiet, still snickering. "Let them catch their breath, hm?" Two from the group forced them onto their knees. They looked exhausted, and Villain was sure they could see bruises on their face. Sidekick sat limp, looking thoroughly defeated. 

"I've a surprise for you, [Sidekick]," Bounty Hunter laughed. Sidekick tensed but said nothing. "Take off the gag."

The cloth came away and Sidekick blinked hard. Villain was sure to keep their head up, hoping somehow that it would reassure them.

"No!" Sidekick cried when they saw Villain. "Let them go! No!"

They struggled so badly they had to be punched in the face to snap them out of their anger. They slumped back down, struggling to keep their eyes open. They spat blood.

Villain's gag was removed and they coughed. "Easy, [Sidekick]. Easy."

Bounty Hunter smirked and stood in between the two. "I really am so happy to finally have caught both of you. Do you know how much people are willing to pay for you?" They looked at Sidekick. "And now I have the complete collection."

"How much?" Villain said flatly. "I’ll be able to cover the cost of whatever they’re offering, more in fact. Hell, then you get the chance of catching me all over again and getting twice as much." 

"Ha! Oh, if only you knew," Bounty Hunter smirked, rubbing their hands together vigorously. "No, I’m more than happy with your price tag."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the person most interested in buying you has hacked into your funds, you’re paying to be sold. A painful thought, hm? Besides, with you, I don't care about the money. I just want you, suffering, like you deserve."

Villain hissed, "Save your sob story. Who's hacked-"

'Sob story' may not have been the wisest term to use. Bounty Hunter swept in and hurled a jaw rattling uppercut into their torso. Villain wheezed and dropped to their knees. Their eyes grew wide and they had to force themselves to take deep breaths.

"Hold your tongue or I'll gag you again. Don't worry, there’s plenty of time for all of that. I’d rather not give you up you right away, of course. We’ll see if we can knock some of the fight out of you., I've earned some retribution, and seeing you beneath me like this really does make me feel better. 

"You can only knock fight into me, hunter. I don't care what you throw at me. This is wrong!"

Another strike to the gut. "Indoor voice, [Villain]." Bounty Hunter warned, taking out their knife. "And really? Wrong- coming from you?"

Villain expected them to come closer to them with the knife, press it against their throat so firmly that they wouldn't dare breathe, but they turned their attention to Sidekick. "You hurt me by taking away the one I love. I think it's only fair I hurt you," the knife settled itself neatly under Sidekick's jaw, like a scorpion raising their tail. "by hurting them."