BTHB Bleeding Through the Bandages

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Bleeding Through the Bandages

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"What the hell are you doing?" Teammate yelled, walking briskly into the training room as Hero threw punches at a makeshift dummy. Their knuckles were bleeding, but that wasn't the worst part.

Hero grunted, before practically falling into the dummy with an arm to hold themselves up. Their other hand held their side, where they felt their palm and fingers becoming wet. They didn't say this, but instead began huffing and puffing harder as if they were more winded than they actually were. They were fine. Teammate would have a fit if they knew Hero reopened their wound, though. It needed to stay hidden. Hero would deal with the bleeding later, when they were done training.

"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm practicing a few punches." Hero clenched the fist that held their side and hit the dummy on the shoulder with a pathetic thud. "See?"

Teammate shook their head, stepping further into the room. "Well, stop."

"Listen," Hero said sternly, and nothing they were about to say would be an act. "I'm not letting another person overcome my abilities. I was weak. I need to become stronger."

"You're young. You have time to improve on yourself, but right now, you're injured and need to take time to heal. In fact, I think it's time we change your-"

Hero snapped quickly before Teammate could come to their side, "I'm fine, okay? I feel fine and I am fine. Lay off a bit, would you?"

"Take your arm off the dummy."

"What?"

"Your arm," Teammate repeated. "You're using it for support. Take it off the dummy. I want to see how badly you're lying to me."

Hero rolled their eyes. "I'm out of breath. I've been working out for several hours."

Teammate knocked Hero's arm away, not waiting around for a compromise. They watched as Hero's eyes went wide and they began swaying, trying desperately to grasp the dummy again, but just as their fingers came near brushing it, they began to fall back. Teammate was there before Hero could tip passed their heels.

"I wonder," Teammate said, "if you're nearly passing out because of pain or..." They rounded Hero, peering at their clothes- at the growing dark spot. "Or the loss of blood." Teammate sighed. "We're running out of supplies and Villain is on the prowl. I have enough to bandage you once or twice more before we have to resort to strips of cloth." They shook their head. "Come on. Let's go get you patched up again."

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Prompt: Pinned Down by Wreckage

Fandom: Original

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The hero was all alone. Their party thought them way dead. It was unfortunate and the team was certainly at base, crying and hoping that hero would just appear through the door with their normal crooked smile. They waited for those words, "Did ya miss me?" They would have done anything to hear another one of hero's awful jokes. They would laugh next time, they swore it, but they never believed they would get the chance.

Hero had volunteered to go in themself. It was too dangerous for more than one person to go through. The building was already falling apart, chunks falling from the outside and surely on the inside, too. Hero was slick though, they were fast. They didn't quite have superspeed, but they were quite the track star back at their old high school.

Hero wasn't quick enough this time and the building fell as they were nearly in the center of it. The team searched for hours, but even the few that had significant strength grew tired after movies so much rubble. There were only so many vehicles available for hire, and anyways, they couldn't reveal to the public that they were missing a superhero. Not now that they were slowly being beat by the current villain. Three heroes had already been killed, this would be the fourth.

They yelled and hollered for hours more after the exhaustion initiated. They never got an answer and news crews were beginning to show up. Civilians were crowding the area, asking why they were shouting the hero's name. They were forced to say hero was chasing the villain. The public believed it to their surprise and they left after explaining what had been done by villain. Luckily, there were no non-super deaths.

Hero was alive all the time, trapped by the collapsed building, pinned by the wreckage. They swore they had barely even bumped the wall that took it all down! But they couldn't think about the wall. Their leg and arm were stuck beneath heavy stone. They couldn't move; it hurt too much. Far too much. Every breath was misery and they felt like they were choking. From where they were at, they could have never heard their team begging so desperately for them to be alive. They only wished to be found. They weren't dead. I'm alive. I'm alive. Someone, I'm alive!

After so long, the villain came back to collect their pay. A thief had come to them, begging for an easy way in and out of the bank. They needed the money more than they could explain. Villain accepted so long as whatever hero arrived would be kept alive if helped. The thief, of course, left the heroes to themselves. They only wanted the money afterall. And so the villain got their prize.

It was shocking to villain, seeing as hero was so incredibly torn, both physically and mentally. The hero's arm and leg was bleeding greatly, a large puddle forming. Hero had fainted, but it was clear by how puffy their face was that they had been crying very much. They even had broken blood vessels surrounding their eyes. It looked like a nasty disease.

Hero wasn't so far gone that they didn't respond to villain's presence. Villain had just barely skimmed the skin of hero's shoulder, but hero felt it as if it were a bolt of electricity. Their eyes shot open and they immediately tried scooting back. Their body screamed and so did they. Hero was crying again, involuntarily as they hated showing such weakness in front of villain. It simply couldn't be helped.

Villain was surprised at how deafening the hero's screams were. They had never seen them like this. Usually the newer hero put on a brave face. They fought valiantly, but they had fallen so far this time.

"You need my help," the villain so blatantly stated.

"The only thing I need," the hero grunted, trying his very best to put on that confident and pain-masking face. "Is you." They panted as they continued trying to free their arm. Maybe they were better off being pinned down. At least that way the villain couldn't kill them in such a cruel way. Villain seemed like the cruel creature to bury all of their victims alive.

"I never expected you to be that type of person, hero." The villain let out a single disbelieving laugh.

"You didn't let me finish. The only thing I need is you to get the hell out of here." The two met eyes. One pair held a challenge, the other amusement. The villain waited for them to continue. "I won't let you take my life the way you have the others. I will find a way back here. I'll defy God. I'll defy the Devil. They were only ever fairytales to me anyways. I will not allow you to take my team. I am going to hunt you down," hero promised.

Hero couldn't hold on any longer. They were surprised they lasted as long as they did. They had already lost so much blood, and still they were losing more. It was time now. They would see black, and eventually they would see the world in a new color again. They would be back for villain. They couldn't let that coward live to take anymore of their friends' lives.

If only hero had actually died that day. Then they wouldn't have ever had to obey the demand of the very super they swore to kill. And they have never had to witness the death of the team he swore to protect.

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Prompt #3

I want there to be a captured hero. I want there to be a teasing, malicious villain.

I want the hero to be locked up, bound in some way, fighting tears. I want the villain to invite them to fight regardless of the hero being restrained in every way.

I want the hero to uselessly say, "They'll come for me. They'll come, and they'll kill you before freeing me."

Then? I want the villain to chuckle in the most spine-chilling way. Instead of telling the hero that their friends have forgotten them, I want them to say, "My poor, hopeless dear," A harsh grasp of the chin. "They are dead just like I am myself in your dreams." The villain throws the hero's chin and walks away, shoes clacking that whole way out until they are out of earshot.

I want that.

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Bingo!

I think it best I take a break from my precious assassin, Leera, and rather write about some heroes and villains! This one is going to be a short one for sure, but I'm always open to continuations if anyone wants them!

Prompt: Locked Up and Left Behind

Fandom: Original

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"You know," Díolain began, pacing with a thoughtful look scampered across his features, "I could kill you in an instant. A shot of air between the toes would do it. But I don't think that's how I want to do this."

Malin had no choice but to sit there and listen. What else could he do; let his nails clank against the bars of his cage? Like that would do anything. If his nails were long enough, he might have tried to pick the lock in a desperate attempt to escape. But what he had was hardly considered fingernails anymore after he had chewed them all off jaggedly.

"-wouldn't that be so much more fun! I have plenty of cameras. I could watch from every angle as the dust wiped you away. And maybe if the storm doesn't destroy them, I could see you still struggling to get out of this lovely contraption as the creatures come near!" Díolain giggled like a madman. He was one, after all.

"Contraption?" Malin rose an eyebrow, straightening his back. The cage was just large enough that he could stand with a slight slouch, but it seemed easier to sit. It wasn't like he was going anywhere anyways. What use was standing? "It's a cage. It isn't some scientific bomb that your little slavers made in a lab. It's metal. In fact, if I wasn't so tired, I might even be able to snap the bars."

"Oh, but you're wrong, dear Malin." He stuck his wooden cane between the bars and continuously poked the captured hero's knee. Malin tried to snatch it away, but Díolain responded quickly, yanking it back before taunting him again.

This time, as Malin tried to grab it, he lunged forward, attempting to grab the walking stick through the bars. The moment his arm skimmed the metal, his skin sizzled aloud. He recoiled quickly, watching his skin glow a brighter red than what he'd ever seen before. The pain was increasing with the brightness. His teeth were clenched as he suppressed a pained holler. With time, the pain began to fade, but not in time for Malin's nemesis to continue his fun again.

"You see? My slaves did well, yes? This invention will keep your powers at bay. Great for me, entirely awful for yourself." He clenched his fists atop his cane, leaning forward towards the hero, but not coming any closer to the bars than necessary. "Do I feel bad? No, not really. Perks of being a villain, right? Well," Díolain let one hand fall from his cane while the other gave one nice thunk against the ground before he spun on his heel. To the hero, he yelled loudly as he began walking away, "The dust will come first, then the creatures. Enjoy the screams, hero. You won't be able to save anyone this time, not even yourself."

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“Don’t you get it? You belong to me. The sooner you learn that, the better off you’ll be. And if you’re a slow learner, I’ll have to take some drastic measures to get you listening. Do you understand that?”

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[Hero] was angry as well as extremely confused. How had a broken leg, something so miniscule on the scale of injuries she had suffered before, led her to being caught? Why was this worse than any other time that she had gotten hurt? She had even fractured her spine one time! Given, it was a small fracture, but still! Wouldn't that have been worse? Or even a broken arm, or ribs...Why did her leg make such a large difference?

"Do you understand?" [Villain's] voice was malicious and filled with spite. [Hero] had expected him to be more excited and giddy about the capture; she had never been caught before. Instead, [Villain] was already positioning himself in power. Smart, [Hero] knew, but devastating. What chance would she have now? She was only here to begin with because the rest of her friends had been taken. They were used as a lure to drag [Hero] in. And it worked. Her friends meant everything to her. Now she was in the same position as them, maybe even worse.

[Hero] wondered; How did [Villain] even find out about her friends? Her identity was secret. Her friends were the only people to ever know who she was. They knew who was behind the mask, no one else.

[Hero's] face stung from a smack and she flinched, scrunching her nose. She attempted to touch her cheek, where the pain radiated from, but forgot her hands were bound behind her. She took a deep breath. She needed to remain calm. Panic would never get her home. So she looked down at the ground, to her legs that were knelt on the floor. One leg was tucked beneath her, the other lying straight out. She couldn't tuck her broken leg beneath all of her weight. It would make matters worse.

[Villain] spoke again, "I am growing impatient with you already, [Hero]." He walked closer to her, kneeling down on one knee and grabbing her shoulder gently, turning it to face him. Still, [Hero] looked away, so he grabbed her chin. "I only need two words for now, dear. 'I understand.' That's all."

[Hero] jerked her head out of his grip. She wouldn't comply. No matter how badly he injured her, nothing would conjure a peep from her lips. "Well," he muttered, beginning to stand again. "I would threaten to rip that pretty mask off, but I already know what pretty face lies behind it. But-" [Hero] was shocked. What did he mean he already knew? There was no way that he could possibly know! She had never taken her mask off before. Not outside of her own bedroom. And she always checked to make sure her doors were locked, and the windows. Even the attic window had been nailed shut with heavy boards.

"You don't know me. It's impossible. You're lying," she declared. She jutted her chin out in her confidence. He couldn't outsmart her. She was better than that. It still had an affect on her, but she tried to think of Villain's voice as a background noise. It was easy enough since his voice was muffled from his mask.

Villain had still been talking as she said that, but he stopped, and he laughed. He laughed so hard that even with his mask still on, [Hero] could see a small part of his face was red. Her confidence was torn into shreds. She wasn't being funny, and the fact that he was taking it that way meant that [Hero] was in more danger than she initially thought.

[Villain's] laughter ceased and he slipped his hands beneath his mask in order to wipe his tears. He was careful not to reveal himself. "Right. Of course. I couldn't ever figure out who the girl beneath the mask is. I could never figure out that it has been Amelia Green this entire time! That's just blasphemous, right?"

[Hero] drew in a quick breath hearing her name. She regretted it almost immediately. If she didn't respond, she could have played it off. After all, she has pretended that her friends meant nothing to her. She claimed she only came to save innocent civilians. Why couldn't she do the same thing about her identity. Now that [Villain] knew her name, he could ruin her entire life. He could find every tie that she shared with anyone and he could easily snuff out their light.

It was too late to pretend that she didn't know her own name, so she asked, "How?"

"I could throw out your middle name, too. You load your friends with plenty of information about yourself. Very trusting. Very stupid." He yelled a word that [Hero] wasn't familiar with and two of her friends filed in, cloth in mouth, hands bound in front of them. Their arms and legs were colored with bruises and scratches.

[Hero] was relieved in some way. She had three close friends and only two were here. Either Sam had escaped, or [Villain] just didn't know about him at all. As for the other two, she couldn't believe that they had ratted her out! Did they know what that meant for [Hero]? Did they know how badly they put her at risk?

"How could you," she scoffed at her 'friends'. They both held the same expression, panic. They wouldn't look [Hero] in the eye. They only stared at [Villain]. And they pointed at him. And they pointed and they pointed. Villain only smiled. Were they trying to tell [Hero] something? And if so, then what? What did pointing at him mean?

One of [Hero's] friends began to pull at the cloth in their mouths, but it was tied so tightly that they couldn't pull it from the corners of their mouth. [Hero] could see how irritated the skin was where the cloth cut due to being so drawn. "For the gods' sakes! Was it necesarry to do that!" [Hero] tried to stand, to help her friends, no matter their betrayal, but her leg prevented her. She screeched before collapsing, falling onto her side, her face hitting hard on the cement floor. If her arms were in front of her, she could've caught herself, but [Villain] had already thought of that.

"I see no problem with it. They were annoying. You told me once you wanted to shove a sock in [Friend 1's] mouth one time. Well, I just did you one better."

[Hero] flopped her head over to look at [Villain]. She had only ever told one person that. She had regretted saying it; it made her feel badly. But still, it was said and only one other person aside from herself heard it. But no, it couldn't be. Sam would never- he couldn't be...

[Villain] put his hands on either side of his intricate mask and he began to lift it. And beneath it was the face that [Hero] had known so well. Every scar on his brow and cheek. Every freckle on the bridge of his nose. [Hero] couldn't see his eyes in the moment, but she could recall every color that spiraled in them before. But it couldn't be Sam. It couldn't be. [Villain] was- He was tricking her! It had to have been some kind of illusion!

"And so I ask again, Amelia; Do you understand?"

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Prompt #1

"People call themselves monsters when they feel guilty for something they took part in." The hero pointed out in a matter-of-fact kind of manner. If he was to be imprisoned then the least he could do was point out what he thought to be true. There had to be a weakness. Any weakness that could be used against the villain, he would take it and use it against her.

"Do they?" The villain laughed. "I call myself a monster because I know what I did and I couldn't care less." The last word was almost bounced in the air with a hiss. "Isn't that what everyone else calls a monster?" She looked at the hero through the slit in the door. There was really no need to lock the hero in a room, he was already bound, but it added to the patheticness that already surrounded him.

"Maybe." The hero admitted. "But that doesn't mean you are one. You use that title to cover up the true emotion you feel: regret." The way the hero said 'regret' had the villain fuming. He had rushed it out in a hushed whisper as if it was a dirty little secret they shared. It wasn't a secret, but it wasn't a fact either. It was false. That's all it was. False.

She didn't feel emotion. Nothing except for agony, but that feeling, too, was going away with each second that the precious hero was trapped. He was her cure. Seeing the way he loathed her for her strengths made her feel good about herself for once. She was just as strong as anyone else and the hero bound in an inescapable room proved that.

"I would watch your words next time. Otherwise, your speech may be disabled entirely."

"And what do you mean by that?" The hero tried to speak as nonchalantly as he could, but even he noticed how his voice cracked.

"Oh, don't worry," She giggled giddily. "I wouldn't kill you. No, I need you as much as I hate to admit it. But, what I would do, if in any circumstance you used the wrong words when speaking to me..." The villain stuck her tongue out, pinching it between two fingers in her one hand. With the other hand, she tapped a dagger against the top of her tongue. She watched the hero's face drop further in fear and she let out a maniacal laugh before walking away.

The hero gulped, deciding he would keep his lips sealed in every scenario that involved that threatening female.

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Hey, so here's a little something.

The villain circled the hero like a hawk circling its prey before striking. The hero couldnt do anything but lay on the floor, trying to hold herself up through the pain she was feeling. She didn't want to look even more powerless in front of the villain.

"This is perfect." The villain whispered.

"What is," the hero spat with a growl, "The fact that you caught me? That you are in the high position of power? That I am practically powerless against you?"

"Oh, I do enjoy the power, but I like you admitting you have nothing against me. You have no power, but you do surprisingly have control." The villain hummed, still walking around the crumpled hero.

"What do you mean? I lost control, that's the whole reason I'm here, and with you. The anger I felt at not being able to stop you, it-it just coursed through me and I just bursted. I lost control of my power. I killed them." The hero whispered their last sentence, tears escaping the corners of her eyes.

Everyone within 100m of the hero had died that night. So many had already been killed by the villain. She was angry. She was so angry with herself. Why couldn't she stop him! Why didn't she have the power to stop him? She didn't understand. I'll show him. She thought. I'll show him I am not powerless. He won't hurt anyone ever again.

And she did. Her power bursted out of her like lightening striking suddenly from the sky. The power was too strong for even her though, and she fell to the ground. Her bones, although strong, cracked, breaking and shattering. Bruises covered almost her entire self. She couldn't move and the villain decided it was time to take advantage of the hero's unfortunate state of being.

At the same time she had hated the villain for what he did, she admired him for it. She didn't know why. She knew that everything he did was wrong. It was so wrong, but she still found herself somehow admiring him. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't have to think things through.

He could be as reckless as he wanted and still get exactly what he wanted. She had to be so careful of things, had to think of all the different results of her actions. She had to make sure that she was loved and not hated and spite upon by the civilians she tried to save. The villain had it so easy, he didn't have to worry about being hated because hate didn't even matter to him. If she could be like him...she didn't even know. The thought of being like him sounded so...so perfect, but she knew it was wrong. She needed to control herself. She was the hero, not the villain. She wouldn't let herself become that.

"You have stayed the hero this entire time. Even I didn't have that control." The villain said with his always-present confidence. The hero was jealous of that quality of him, too. She definitely did not feel confident as much as he did.

"Didn't have?" The hero questioned.

"I used to be the hero of the town you try so hard to save." He answered, his feet stopping right in front of the hero's face. The hero craned her head and neck up to see the villain. Luckily, for her, he knelt down to her level so that she didn't have to ensure the pain of those actions for long.

"They do to you now, what they did to me long ago." He whispered to the hero.

"Excuse me?"

"All of those people you have been saving all of this time? They hate you, just as much as they do me. You killed them, much like how I did, and they hate you for it."

The hero looked away, not allowing herself to accept the villain's words. But, she was forced to look at him when he grasped her jaw, squeezing it tightly between his fingers. She looked up, having already been in enough pain. "You're lying." She gasped.

"Darling, why would I have reason to lie to you when the same thing happened to me? I am who I am because they made me this way. They put so much pressure on me that eventually, I cracked open into this; a villain. They expect you to save them no matter how powerful and fast your opponent may be and as soon as you make a simple mistake, they threaten to put you on a stake. You don't want that, do you? You go back put there and they will spill your blood like you have tried to spill mine. Is it really worth it?"

The hero thought about it. Is it really worth it? The villain's words circled in her head. She couldn't help but to ask herself that question on her own. He certainly wasnt lying. They would be angry, they would want 'justice'. They wouldn't accept her the small crack in her demeanor. They would hate and spite her.

"Maybe it's not worth it." She concluded.

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