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“Make it stop! Ple-please— I’ll tell you what you want to know! Just— sto-stop!”
Whumper removed the iron from Whumpee’s flesh. “Who’s the rat.”
“I-I told you— there isn’t one!”
“I said, who’s the rat. Do you want me to start again?” Whumper threatened, bringing the iron close to Whumpee’s arm again.
“No! No— it’s C… It’s Caretaker— They’re the one who’s giving us info-information.”
Whumper smirked, setting the iron back in the fire. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Next question. Where is Caretaker meeting with the heroes?”
When Whumpee hesitated, Whumper snatched the iron back out of the fire.
“No— please— Th-they’ve been meeting under the crossbridge!”
“When is the next meeting scheduled?”
“To-tonight— At sundown…”
“How many people are they meeting?”
“J-just one.”
“And their name?”
“…”
“Their name.”
“L-leader.”
“If I find out any of this information is incorrect, you’ll wish I’d gotten the iron back out.”
Whumpee shivered as Whumper stuck the iron back in the fire and left the room. Whumpee was left chained to the wall, shaking from pain, exhaustion, and fear.
Until the door opened.
Caretaker gasped in pain as their knees slammed into the floor.
“Spend your time wisely. This is the last you’ll be seeing any friends.” Whumper spat as they slammed the door closed again. The lock turned, and then there was silence.
And darkness.
A shaky breath cut through the silence and then the scrape of shoes against the floor as Caretaker stood.
“Whumpee..? Did I see you before the door closed..?”
There was a crash as Caretaker ran into something in the dark.
“B-but I ratted you out— th-this… it’s my fault… I-if I had been… if I had been stronger…”
“Don’t.” Caretaker reached the wall and started feeling their way towards Whumpee. “This isn’t your fault. I saw what they did to you— No one would’ve lasted very long.”
Whumpee gasped as Caretaker brushed against one of their burns.
“Sorry!” Caretaker pulled back immediately. “Listen, what all did you tell them..?”
“Le… Leader is in danger…” Whumpee whispered. “I-I told them they were meeting you tonight at the crossbrige…”
Caretaker took a measured breath. “… It’ll be fine. Leader is strong. And smart. Whumper won’t be able to hurt them.”
“This is all my fault… Caretaker, I’m so sorry…”
—
The pair sat in silence for a long time. Then, finally, the door opened again.
“Lucky you, Whumpee. You made the right choice. No lies.” Whumper entered the room and shot Caretaker with a taser before they could react. “Shouldn’t have thrown them in here unrestrained, but I was honestly kind of hoping they’d kill you for your betrayal. Anyway…” Whumper sighed. “Now I have to figure something else to do with you. I don’t need you anymore— I have Caretaker now. But I can’t let you go either.”
Whumper unchained Whumpee and dragged them out of the room. Whumpee was hardly able to resist.
At the end of a long hallway, Whumper threw open a door.
“Do what you want with them. They’re useless to me now.” And Whumper dropped Whumpee at the feet of their underlings.
CW: Blood, impalement, presumed death, burns, strong language (and equally strong anger to fit), restraints
August groaned as he started to wake back up. His arms and especially his wrists were burning. He tried to move but moving caused the pain to tear down his arms. He screamed involuntarily, now trying to keep still.
“Hey.”
August opened his eyes.
“Ready to watch your friend die?” A grin split Azari’s face as he stood wielding a wooden stake.
Morgan lay face-up on the floor a few feet away from August.
August was disoriented and didn’t have time to process or react before Azari sank the stake into Morgan’s chest.
For a moment, August still couldn’t process what had happened.
“What? No response? You don’t care about them at all?”
August’s vision flashed as anger surged. He started kicking and thrashing, no longer caring about the pain. “No! Let me go! Let me out— I’m going to kill you— You son of a bitch— Fucking coward!” August wasn’t looking at anything. His vision was hot white and red as he struggled to break the chains holding him to the wall.
“Well! There’s the reaction I was looking for! You’re rather feisty, aren’t you?”
August yelled, drowning out Azari’s voice. Everything became nothing as August’s world was drowned in rage. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to get attached to Morgan.
But he did. And now the worst had come to pass. Just like it always did.
August lost sense of time. He didn’t even think about how long he had been struggling until he felt his heel connect with something that hadn’t been there previously. August didn’t hesitate. He kicked again and met the same result.
“Damn you— cut it out!”
August hesitated. That wasn’t Azari’s voice.
“Calm yourself. We are here to help you.”
August jumped. The second voice belonged to a woman with an unfamiliar accent and came from directly next to his head.
“Just breathe. Please try not to kick my friend again.” Said the woman.
August didn’t exactly intend to calm down, but he was confused. Before he was able to detangle what was happening, he found himself released from the cuffs.
“Who are you?” August scrambled to his feet, voice hoarse from screaming. The woman was far from human She had no nose, but she had pointed ears and many eyes. Her skin was grey.
“My name is Latira. My friend is James.” Latira gestured to a man who had his hand over his nose. Blood was leaking down his face as he glared at August.
August glanced at Morgan and his rage came flooding back. “Where is Azari.” He demanded. “Where is the other vampire that was here?” He scanned the room and saw Azari in the corner, knocked out with burns from the silver all across his face and up one of his arms where the sleeve had come back.
August lunged.
“Woah! Hey, calm down!” James caught August and held him back.
“Let me go! Let go of me— I’m going to kill him!” August kicked and fought but somehow James managed to hold on. “He killed them! He killed them— let me go!”
“Chill out!” James yelled, holding on tighter.
“Your friend is still alive.” Latira said calmly.
August froze. What?
August dead-weighted, slipping away from James and rushing to Morgan’s side.
Latira was right. Morgan was still breathing. Azari had missed Morgan’s heart.
Without taking time to think, August pulled the stake out of Morgan’s chest. Morgan gave a weak cough, drawing up the slightest amount of blood.
“Morgan? Morgan, you’re going to be okay.” August tentatively lifted Morgan into his arms, ignoring his own pain and the slick coating of Morgan’s blood on his arms. August looked up at Latira and James. “Who are you? Why are you here?”
“We heard you screaming from outside.”
“Yeah. You were being really loud.” James said. “That guy thought he could stop us when we came down here, but the dumbass didn’t realize I’m a werewolf.”
“You’re a werewolf?” August stood quickly. Vampires and werewolves weren’t exactly on good terms.
“Chill. I don’t care about petty feuds. I don’t even belong to a pack. I went rogue seven years ago.” James grinned.
August hesitated. In a way, August was a bit like a rogue wolf. He didn’t answer to anyone in the vampire community— indeed, he was damn near the oldest member of the vampire community. It would have been odd to submit to those so many thousands of years younger than him. Like James, August didn’t really care for the feud between vampires and werewolves, but just because he wouldn’t join the feud didn’t mean he wanted to trust a werewolf.
What other choice did he have, though?
“Thank you.” August gave a short nod. “You’ve just saved both our lives.” His expression hardened. “He’s still going to die, though.” August nodded at Azari.
“You do not have the authority to make that decision.” Latira said, her voice still very calm. “That is a choice that is left to the vampire council— if I understand your culture correctly.”
“Three things.” August sneered. “One, the council will sentence him to death for his crimes anyway. Two, I am older than every single member of that damned council. And three, I am going to be the one to kill him. Also, unless you’re a vampire, your words hold no official meaning.”
“I am older than the earth itself.” Latira maintained the same calm as she had the entire time thus far. It was starting to infuriate August. “I have connections with the vampire council. I do not believe in violence, but I do believe in justice. If he is to die, that is to be sentenced by the rightful leaders of his community.”
August wanted to tear her to shreds. “So in other words, go to the council or you’ll tattle? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes.”
“You have no idea how our community works! If you think for a secondthat you can stand in the place of our leaders, you’re wrong. I would rather kill you than go to the council and let them take this vengeance away from me! Fuck off!”
“You need to leave.” James interrupted. “I don’t partake in the feud, but if you’re gonna threaten Latira, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”
“Like you think you could take me!” August snapped, turning to James. “You may be a werewolf, but I’m not as weak as Azari is. I’ll break your bones like they’re nothing.”
James just laughed. “Maybe on a good day. Not with injuries like that and a hurt friend!”
August could feel his frustration building. “Get out of my way.” He growled.
Latira and James moved aside, allowing August to exit.
August stormed out of the house, ignoring the terrified stares of people on the street as he carried Morgan out.
“Do you need help? Holy shit, what happened?” Asked a man who ran over to August and Morgan.
“Leave me alone.” August hissed. The man did. August was pretty sure he heard at least three people call the police before he reached his own house again.
CW: Graphic description of infected burn, blood, aftermath of being stabbed, passing out, bruises
“Whumpee?” Caretaker forced strength into their voice. “Whumpee, I’m going to get you down.” They staggered over to where the rope was tied at the wall and untied it, lowering Whumpee gently to the ground. Their arms screamed in pain at the use of torn muscles, but Caretaker ignored it— at least as much as they could.
Whumpee crumpled in a heap on the ground without even so much as an attempt to stand.
Caretaker sat on the ground next to them, just breathing for a moment before starting to untie them.
Whumpee whimpered as Caretaker moved their arms. It was easy to see that they had dislocated from hanging so long. In addition, Whumpee’s clothes were bloody and torn. They were covered in bruises and cuts— although thankfully none looked too serious.
The large burn on Whumpee’s left arm, however, looked extremely serious. It was yellow and oozing pus. The area was fevered— even hotter than the rest of Whumpee’s body. If they didn’t get help now, they weren’t going to make it much longer.
Caretaker pulled Whumpee against their chest, bracing themself to stand. They didn’t know how they were going to get up, but failure wasn’t an option.
“Whumpee.” They said softly. “Hey, I… I’m gonna need some help. Can you stand at all?” Whumpee didn’t answer, just looked up into Caretaker’s face with glassy eyes.
Shit. They weren’t going to be any help.
Caretaker closed their eyes and tried to brace for the pain they knew was coming. In one movement, they stood, drawing Whumpee off the ground as well. It took every bit of resolve they possessed not to scream.
Caretaker didn’t dare attempt to lift Whumpee. Instead, they dragged them down the hall and back into the med bay.
“Ah! You found them!” Whumper was waiting in the med bay for Caretaker’s return. “Are… they alivestill..?”
“Yes.” Caretaker snapped, using all of their strength and focus to get Whumpee up onto a hospital bed.
“You’re bleeding.” Whumper commented.
“Well, I wouldn’t be if someone else would’ve brought them in here.”
“That wasn’t our deal.” Whumper clicked their tongue. “You need to lie back down before you really hurt yourself.”
“I’m not lying down until I’m sure that Whumpee is okay. You said you’d allow me to help them. Unless you’re willing to modify our arrangement and get your medical staff to help Whumpee, I am willing to risk life and limb to make sure they’re alright.” Caretaker gripped the bedrail so hard that their knuckles turned white.
“I need you alive to carry out our agreement.”
“Then you better reconsider this whole fucking situation!” Caretaker snapped, stumbling across the room to rummage through a drawer. “I’m not going to do what you want unless you hold up your end of the bargain. You need me to do what you want. I won’t do anything until I know Whumpee is stable. If you want me to rest— if you want me to have my injuries treated— then you’re going to have to arrange for someone else to take care of Whumpee. Someone who knows what they’re doing.”
Whumper was quiet for a long moment. “… If I get one of my doctors to look after Whumpee and make sure they remain stable, you will agree to any and all treatments that I deem necessary to a fast recovery from your injuries. If you try to refuse a treatment or you try to undermine me once we get to the second part of our agreement, I’ll see to it personally that Whumpee doesn’t make it out of this room alive.”
“Fine. But as long as I do everything you say, you let them leave when I come back.” Caretaker braced themself against the countertop, no longer interested in the drawer open in front of them.
“Then it’s a deal. You have my word that one of my doctors will do everything in their power to keep Whumpee stable while you receive treatment and carry out your promise.”
Caretaker felt ready to pass out from relief as Whumper led them back over to their own hospital bed.
“You’re having the surgery that you refused earlier.” Whumper said as they helped Caretaker lay back down.
(This series is created from the prompts given by @summer-of-whump) (Also, Shea is pronounced [shAY])
CW: Child whumpee, kidnapped, ‘it’ as a pronoun, head injury, child abuse, manipulation, fire, lightly implied burns, implied death
Shea screamed, covering his head as flaming debris fell nearby.
“Shea!” The boy looked up to see his mother running towards him. She scooped him up into her arms and ran.
“Momma, what’s happening?” Shea squeaked, hiding his face. “I’m scared!”
“It’s going to be okay, baby. We just need to get out.” His mother’s voice was calmer than it was a moment before, although it still held a note of panic. “You remember the fire drills? It’s just like that. It’s going to be okay.”
Shea dared to peek back at the community. The fires were everywhere. People were running, some flying. To Shea’s horror, several people’s wings were actually onfire. His own mother’s wings were blackened in places.
“Momma, what happened to your wings?”
“Don’t worry about it baby— I’m fine. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”
“I’m okay.” And Shea hid his face again as his mother continued to run deeper into the forest.
Only a short couple of minutes had passed when Shea felt the unmistakable feeling of rising in the air. It didn’t feel like flying, however— the incline felt sharper. His mother screamed and held onto Shea tighter.
Shea tried to wriggle free of his mother’s hold to see what was happening. “What?? What’s happening??”
Cruel laughter broke out from the trees around them and Shea managed to catch sight of the net surrounding him and his mother before his mother managed to pull him back against her, shielding his eyes. “Don’t move.” She whispered, her voice breaking.
Shea stopped moving, confused. He felt his mother pull her wings to surround him.
“Well would you look at that? We actually caught one of them!” Someone said from the ground.
“Who are you people? What do you want?” Shea’s mother’s voice sounded harsh and a little scared.
“Damn. Its wings must’ve caught fire. This one’s as good as worthless.” Another voice said.
“Best to just leave it and check the other traps. If we don’t catch anything else, this one’ll have to do.”
Shea heard footsteps begin to walk away. “Momma, I’m scared.” He whispered and the footsteps stopped.
“Shhh…” His mother held onto him tighter.
“You got somebody else up there?” One of the voices asked.
Shea’s mother didn’t answer.
“Cut it down. I think I heard something.” The person said and the footsteps came closer again.
Shea’s mother was trembling now, whispering prayers under her breath.
There was a sudden drop and the net hit the ground with Shea and his mother inside it.
Shea couldn’t understand what happened next. There was movement, his mother was yelling, squeezing him so tight he could hardly breathe. One of the other people yelled for her to let go. The next thing Shea knew, someone was pulling him away from his mother. He kicked and yelled, trying to hold onto her, but they were separated a moment later.
“Shea! Shea, you have to get away— you have to run— Shea—” One of the other people— Shea could see now that there were three— hit his mother over the head and she closed her eyes. When they let go of her, she fell to the ground.
“Momma!” Shea screamed, struggling to get away from the person who was now holding on tight to his arm. “Momma— Let me go! I want my mom!”
“Now this one’s worth this whole trip. Its wings are perfectly intact and it’s only— what— seven years old maybe?”
“How old are you, kid?”
Shea didn’t answer, tears streaming down his face as he tried to pry the person’s hand off his arm. “Let go!”
The person holding Shea slapped him hard across the face and Shea stopped for a moment, shocked. No one had ever hit him before.
“You were asked a question, brat. How old are you?” The person demanded.
Shea’s lip quivered as he tried not to cry harder. “I just want my mom— Why did you hit me? It h-hurt!”
“I’ll hit you again if you don’t answer the fucking question.” The person threatened.
“I’m six years old.” Shea whimpered, shielding his cheek with his free hand. “Please don’t hit me again— It really hurt!”
“Just do as you’re told and I won’t have any reason to hit you, now will I?” The person started to pull Shea away. “Come on. We can check the other traps once we get this one secured.”
“No!” Shea started to pull again. “No— I want my mom!”
“Shut up!” The person yanked Shea by the hair, making him scream. “If you keep trying to make things difficult, I’ll pick you up and fucking carry you. Just walk. Your mom isn’t going with us.”
Shea stumbled as they tried to keep up with the fast pace of the adults. He didn’t want to get hurt more, so he had stopped trying to get away, but he was still crying and yelling for his mom by the time the person let him stop walking. The person tied up Shea’s hands and tied them to the outside of a cage.
“Somebody has to stay with this one while the rest of the traps are checked and it’s not going to be me. We won’t get paid if I get annoyed and kill the brat before we make it back.” The person said after they finished tying Shea up.
“I’ll stay with the kid.” One of the others said. “You two go check traps and come back with the rest of the group.”
The other two nodded and left into the woods again.
“Hey, kid.” The person who stayed behind crouched next to Shea. “What’s your name? Did I hear your mom call you Shea?”
Shea nodded, sniffling and trying to wipe his tears off his face.
The person nodded. “Good to know. Sorry about Thorne. He really doesn’t like kids. Or the Winged. Or honestly really anyone. He shouldn’t have hit you.”
“What did I do that made him a-angry at me?”
“Literally anything you would have done except for coming with us quietly would have made him angry. None of us expected that from you. You are just a kid. And we aren’t taking your mom with us.”
“Where… Where am I going..? Why can’t my mom come with me? Who areyou?”
“My name is Jade. Your mom burned her wings in the fire, that’s why she can’t come. We’re only taking people with complete sets of wings. Seeing as your whole little village just burned down, we’re giving you a new place to live. Aren’t you glad?”
“I-I just want my mom…” Shea sniffed again.
“I know it’ll be hard for a while, but you’ll be okay. After all, you’re just a kid. You’ll bounce back fast. Don’t worry about your mom. She’s going to be okay too. She just can’t come with you.”
Shea fidgeted with the ropes around their wrists in silence as he and Jade waited.
At last, there were several footsteps. “Jade. The fires weren’t really a great idea, it turns out. Most of them died or have incomplete sets now. We did find this one, though.”
“Is it alive?” Jade stood up and Shea tried to look and see behind them, but the ropes wouldn’t let them turn that far.
“It’s alive, but injured. I don’t know if it’ll live, but it has a complete set, so it’s at least worth a shot.”
“Fine. Put it in the cage. I’ll get this one in.” Jade came back to Shea and untied him from the cage, leading him around to another side. “Get in.” Jade said, opening the cage door.
Shea hesitated.
“Shea,” Jade said softly. “You need to get in before Thorne decides to see what’s taking so long. As long as you listen to me, he won’t hurt you again, okay?”
Shea nodded quickly and Jade helped him into the cage.
After Shea was in the cage, a girl was put in as well. She was sleeping and there was a big bump on her head. “Aubrey?” Shea whispered, sitting next to her.
“Do you know her?” Jade asked.
Shea nodded. “Sh-she’s my cousin.”
“Her name is Aubrey? Do you know how old she is?”
“I think she’s…” Shea thought for a minute. “I think she might be twenty?”
“Okay.” Jade nodded, closing the cage door. “We’re going to leave now, okay?” Jade didn’t wait for an answer as they climbed into the car.
The cage sat on the bed of a trailer and Shea was startled when it began to move.
Aubrey’s eyes opened a little. “Are they gone?” She whispered.
“Aubrey! You’re okay!!”
“Not really.” She muttered, closing her eyes again. “Are they gone?”
“Um…” Shea looked at the car. “They’re in the car. They said they were taking us to a new home.”
“This is really bad…”
“… Why is it so bad?”
“Shea, if they take us somewhere outside the forest, you’re never going to see your mom again— if she’s even alive still. They started…” Aubrey coughed. “… They started those fires. Half the community is dead and the other half will never fly again. We’re probably the only two people who made it out alive with both wings.”
“… How did you get hurt..?”
“I… I don’t remember. Something probably fell on my head. I don’t know. Maybe I fell from somewhere… All I know is my head hurts and I’m really dizzy and it’s getting kind of hard to breathe…” Aubrey opened her eyes and looked at Shea, undoubtedly seeing the worry in his eyes. “I’ll be okay, short stuff. But we really have to get away from these people if we can.”
i didn’t get any photos when i first cosplayed todoroki at metrocon last year so here he is, new and improved! made the burn prosthetic myself - it’s gelatine, if you were wondering!
