Over-the-Shoulder Carry
Original Work
Over-the-Shoulder Carry
One prompt away from a bingo! Who's ready for some more hero/villain action?
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Eyes rolling back, Hero crashed down to the ground. She'd been trying so desperately to stand, but...it hurt. Everything hurt. And her chest- her lungs felt like a rope had been tied around them and someone was tightening the coils. Hero couldn't breathe.
A struggle larger than standing was keeping her eyes open. The lids kept falling heavily and Hero had to blink wildly to stay awake. If she passed out, she was as good as dead. It was only a matter of time before Villain found her.
It was a sick game Villain was playing with her. He overpowered her, beat her, and then told her to run as far away as she could in the next thirty minutes. Thirty minutes. If Hero looked behind her, she could probably still see him. After all, most of this time had been spent crawling because of her inability to stand, and walk or run.
The field was on fire, and Hero could even feel the heat of a flame near her face, but she was too exhausted to move away. It wouldn't have made a difference anyway.
"In thirty minutes, you could have ran six miles, Hero. I'm disappointed."
Hero barely had the energy to shake her head in fear. She used that small bit of energy to claw at the dirt and pebbled ground, hardly inching forward. She groaned, and gave a high whine as she did so. It looked and sounded pathetic, Hero knew, but she didn't care. Get away, get away, get away.
"Come now, you know you're defeated." Villain clenched his fist around a handful of Hero's shirt, and pulled her up just a few inches off the ground where she was laying.
She cried as he did so, her limbs falling useless in front of her as her body practically hovered.
Fight back, she pleaded with herself. Fight him. But she couldn't. Her limbs were too heavy, and they ached too strongly. Not even her head could lift up. In fact, it was probably the most heavy part of her body.
Her voice came out in a whisper, one that even cracked. "Please."
The villain hummed, laughed, and yanked her up further roughly. She was a rag doll. "After all this time," he whispered gloriously, astonished even by himself and the sight he was able to produce. The hero, under his palm, beaten and bloodied. Useless. Nothing. He'd won. "You're finally mine."
There was a bit of resistance. Hero's shoulders stiffened like she was going to throw herself at Villain to shock him, but it didn't work. Of course it wouldn't. Hero was weak and helpless.
"Kill me."
Villain only heard her voice because of the otherwise silent field. He could hear the burning, but Hero was closer to him than those flames. He heard her, and he chuckled lowly. "Begging for death, is it?"
She made a sound in her throat. Another cry, maybe? Or was she so worn out now that she couldn't even whisper?
"It would be so horrendously boring for me if you were dead." Hero didn't see it, but Villain looked about the field. "All of these people, the people you swore to protect are dead. You failed, Hero. There ought to be a punishment for that."
"Please," Hero keened.
So she could speak.
Effortlessly, Villain grabbed Hero with another hand, tossing her roughly over his shoulder after flipping her so her back faced away from him. One arm remained at his side, while the other held the backs of Hero's knees.
Upon being tossed, Hero hollered a broken scream. Tears swelled in her eyes and her nose stung like it'd been punched. Her ribs settled uncomfortably on Villain's back while her hips rested on his shoulder. Arms dangling with blood rushing to her fingertips, she remained silent, world fading to black between each step Villain made.
Kill me, Hero said again, but only in the confines of her mind did she actually say it. And soon after she didn't have the chance to try and say it again, for the world was gone. It was dark and nonexistent as she passed into unconsciousness.
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