Hero X Villain RP (Closed)

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He would stop pacing, and turn towards his victim, his freckles and hair glowing a light purple, as he charged up, “ with you, I have leverage…”

He remained silent, staring up at the villain, a chill of fear crawling up his spine. His stomach churned, and he felt like he was going to be sick. He would have fought the villain himself but his daggers were nowhere near. He was helpless.

“If only you’re precious owner were here to save you.” He’d stop glowing, and start to pace around again, murmuring to himself, he’d keep circling, his freckles and hair flashing slowly

"He's not my owner," he contradicted. "He's my friend." The pacing started to make him dizzy, and he closed his eyes once more.

“Really, huh. It sure seems like he owns you” he’d keep pacing, changing pace every lap, “he’s always bossing you around, you don’t seem like a friend to him.” He’d stop flashing, exhausted from the power usage

Ok I gotta take a half an hour break, they do t allow phones at the office, I’ll be back after that though, sorry for the inconvenience)

Kris tensed up. He always lied to himself about the hero, telling himself that everything he does is for the best. That all those bruises and scars were just "training". He always did what he was told, and if he didn't…he tried not to think about it. "You don't know anything about him."

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“You seem….unsure” he’d continue pacing, his tone of voice accusing but also soft, “what might it be that you are unsure about..?” He’d pace faster

Also thanks :)

He looked up, his hair falling from in front of his left eye, revealing a large purple bruise. Unable to brush it back over to cover his bruise, there was no way to cover it back up. "Nothing that you need to be concerned about," he said quietly, staring at the ground.

Sean would open his eyes a bit wider, then morphing back to his original expression, “You seem to have a stain across your face, I wonder how you got it.” His tone wasn’t as brash, but he still was rough, pacing back and forth

Kris didn't look at him, instead trying to shake his hair back down over his eyes. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his throbbing head on them. Why did he care about where he got the bruise? The ice beneath him grew as his stress grew, spreading out farther across the floor.

Sean looked down at the pathetic looking victim, noticing the ice, he sighed, “what has he done to you.” He’d still sound brash, but he lowered his voice, he stepped in front of the side kick pulling his head up, “try not too look so pathetic.”

"We were just training," he explained. "That's all." He knew well that it was a lie, but he admit it, especially considering what the hero would do to him if he told.

“I may be weak, but I’m not dumb” he’d grab the boy by the forehead, “tell me, and maybe, just maybe, I can help.” He’d let go stepping back, “ah yes, haven’t you noticed how you’re so called friend, hasn’t showed up to help you?”

Kris thought about it. He knew perfectly well that he would have noticed his absence. Who knows how long he's been here. He dismissed the thought from his head. "And why should I trust you," he demanded, "when you've tried to kill me multiple times?"

“I’m not saying trust me, I’m saying, let me help you, and plus you do assist my arch-enemy, so why wouldn’t I try to kill you in battle? But i’ll resist the urge if you let me take him down.” He’d start pacing again, waiting for a reply

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He frowned. "Fine. He..he'll hit me, whenever I do something wrong. Even if i-" his voice broke. "Even if I don't do anything, he'll still hit me. He'll lock me in a room for days at a time. I just-" his voice broke again remembering the pain of the hero's blows, and the pang of hunger from going days in a closet with nothing. The hits had been especially hard because the hero had super strength. Kris refused to say anything more.

Sean would sigh, rubbing his forehead, “look, I’m not gonna hurt you, not unless you try to hurt me first” he’d grab the keys to the hand cuffs tapping them against his own forehead, “deal?”

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Also perhaps we could continue this in texts or something, I’d like to get notifications for it, but it’s fine if you don’t want to)

He nodded silently, breathing out a small sigh.

“Alright” he’d walk behind the victim, Unlocking his hand cuffs and setting the keys down, “there, you’re safe” he’d sigh, pacing again