The Apprentice // OxO (Closed)

Hello!! So I saw this writing prompt and thought it would be interesting to RP the relationship between the mentioned villain and sidekick, most likely platonic!

“A villain kidnaps the hero’s sidekick, only to realize the hero has been badly mistreating them, and decides to take the sidekick under their wing.”

I’d be happy being either the villain or the sidekick

-andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)’s rules apply
-Please ask before joining
-Ideas for more drama in the plot are gladly received!
-Detailed responses please, or at least ones that further the plot
-Good grammar is appreciated
-If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Absolutely! Would you like to be the villain or sidekick?

Okie doke! I’ll be the sidekick then if that’s all good. Would you like templates or to go in blind?

Sounds good! I’ll get one up real quick

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Power (if any):
Other (optional):

Name: Elias Shepherd
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: a stands a little under five foot; dark brown, almost black hair brushing his shoulders; gunmetal gray, almond shaped eyes; round facial shape; he has a cluster of freckles on his right arm and a few on his hand
Power (if any): Precognition. He has the ability to see glimpses into the future, but the farther away the more blurry the image. However, he can only really use his ability depending on his emotions
Other (optional): n/a

Thanks! I like Roswell too! Do you have any questions before we start?

Alrighty! I’ll get a starter up soon, either sometime tonight or tomorrow morning

Oh before we start, I’m thinking we could either start a little before Roswell kidnaps Elias or a little after. What’s your preference?

(Sounds good! Sorry this took a bit longer)

Perhaps it was the most ordinary residence, nestled in the back corner of a suburban neighborhood, that housed the adjacent city’s most famed hero—Quiver. The benevolent figure ever at odds with criminals and villains, tirelessly and selflessly working to keep the community safe. Of course his identity was so conveniently concealed that he could return to his equally perfect abode without any prying neighbors peering in through the window.

Oh, and there was his nephew too. Elias, an adolescent and not a seasoned crime fighter, stayed home settled into his bay window while his uncle was away. Although on some recent occasions his own alias was allowed to tag along, just enough for him to get out of the house once in a while. Just enough to have been noticed by the media. This was not one of those occasions.

Eli froze at a sound that was…somewhere in the house. Perhaps the front door? A window? He glanced over to his bedroom door, tearing the headphones off of his head and waited, silently wishing, that his uncle wasn’t home early. He could hear footsteps. Or maybe he wished it was his uncle. Even with his heart beating his his throat, he tried to convince himself that his uncle’s anger was better than a burglar.

Elias’ breath hitched as his door flew open, and the man standing there was certainly not his uncle. His eyes widened at the little fireball. “No. N-n-no!” He scrambled backwards, hands fumbling to try and undo the latch on the locked window.

Eli yanked his arm, or at least tried, to squirm his way out of Rio’s hold. Whimpering. “Let—Let me go!” He pleaded, quite shrilly. “I’m not going with you!” Despite his desperate attempts to drag his feet and kick his way free, Rio was inevitably stronger than him.

“Oh-“ Elias whimpered at the flame, craning away from it as far as he could. With the threat of being burned very real, the boy obeyed and refrained from speaking again. A million questions were spiraling in his mind— where was he being taken? And what would his uncle do when he found out?

Elias reflexively caught the bottle, and after examining it, opened it with shaky hands. “Why? Wh-what…what am I doing here?” He kept his gaze averted, either off to the side taking in the appearance of his lair or at the ground.

Elias hesitantly lifted his gaze to watch Rio approach, taking another sip of water. “But what if… he doesn’t pay the ransom?” He was almost too afraid to know the answer, silently reprimanding himself for even asking. His uncle would more than likely pay the ransom, Eli’s premonitions were too valuable.