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sodacola72 · 6 months ago

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Warnings: mentions of torture, the character goes through torture, and inaccurate portrayal of gun usage, inaccurate portrayal of injuries and escaping of the facility the main character was in.

Honestly, not that you really minded that you weren’t born with powers, but it still hurt to know that you’re insignificant enough to be forgotten by your family, just sitting here, with a cloth wrapped around your mouth while drool and dried tears stream down your face, having been beaten and bruised from your head to your toes, and never healing burns and blood on your wrists and ankles. You were sure you’d never be able to move the same after this.

Is this how it ends? Locked inside a damp, cold, almost pitch black room with nothing but your grieving tears, and empty sorrows for yourself, as you meet your demise? Most likely…

Any one of your members could��ve gotten out by now, and already beat the ever living shit of their enemies. No living human has ever looked at them the wrong way and hasn’t faced the consequence, they were always so petty, so were you, but never to their extent, you weren’t that cruel, were you?..…probably.

You sighed, leaning back on the wooden chair, since when did it become so relaxing to lean back on a splintery roughed up piece of furniture like it was your bed? Whatever, not like you could do much, this is the only time of day that you’re able to think to yourself, before they come in and start using you as a punching bag again, what’s that gonna do anyway? Not like they can get anything from you, nobody’s willing to sacrifice anything, to get you back…why bother? Who knows, but whatever the kidnappers want from you is wasting their time, because whatever they want they’re not going to get it, even if you so badly wanted this to end.

You blink for a second, your eyes sting, tears prick out, making the pain worse, you're pretty sure you’ve gotten a black eye. But you could never tell, there was no mirror in this room, it was dark and the only source of light was that small window in the corner. Sometimes it illuminated light, when it did you could see what other objects were in the room with you, but never the whole room.

The second source of light was the shitty lamp that hangs above your head, when it turned on it was only when the people who took you came inside, it illuminated a weak yellow tinted light, it still pretty dim when it was on, but you could still see see somewhat, of whatever was going on around you.

You groaned, missing the outside world the sun, where everything was as far as your eyes could see. The fresh smell of rain on cold days, you missed lying on freshly cut grass and ruining your outfit that day, you missed getting snow inside your winter boots and getting your socks we, and the loud ass neighbors that kept you awake at night, and also the smell of the city streets, filled with carbon, freshly baked goods, weird smelling fries from fast-food restaurants, people yelling at each other on the traffic light…..And

Damn, that thought actually made you hungry….

You don’t know it feels like it's been forever, but then again it could’ve been only a couple months and you're just being dramatic, but who knows, you’re starving, only living off of scraps they give you every, like what? Two weeks? but you’re used to it, on special occasions though you might get a sandwich or two, or some cold soup, they won’t untie you to feed yourself, they don’t trust you enough for that, so maybe it hasn’t been that long?, they’d have to pour liquid into your mouth or shove solid food until you’re coughing and choking, and it’s only then they’ll pull away and throw whatever you didn’t eat in the garbage. So you always eat as much as you can, maybe even finishing the food if they let you.

you sat still for a while..you have nothing to do, usually they’d be outside your door chatting and getting ready for another round of beating but today was awfully quiet…no more like unnervingly peaceful, typically you’d hear people walking outside or making conversation in the room above you, Heck on special occasions there would’ve been a big fight happening whether between the people who work here, but no, there was only silence today, you don't know if you should be grateful or scared about that Aside from you missing the good old days when you were still free, and never had to worry about when your family would come and rescue you, well, back when you thought your family would come to rescue you. There were good days like this, well if you could even call it that…it's only a few extra minutes….

You hear the jingle of keys, and the lock click, you stop crying, sniffling softly, forgetting your betrayed, grieving, thoughts for just a moment, and the door swings open. A large silhouette looms over you, you look up, through teary eyes, and blurred vision, you feel, your head getting heavy as the figure looks down at you, you can hear their paced heavy breathing, they said something about being too loud, but you couldn’t hear them, you were too into your own head. Your eyes dropped down to your thighs.Your head falling, then you felt it, a swift, brute force, hitting you in your chest, you cough out in pain, your chair tumbling backwards.

You barely had time to recover before another blow hits you in the face. It was heavy, with a strong taste of dirt, dust, and mud, aglets occasionally hitting your face. You couldn’t remember anything after that, you woke up on the floor, your head pounding and leaned back on the cold loose tiles, you groaned, unable to breathe, opening your mouth slightly to let air in and some of your blood down your throat. sour, you thought, you made an effort to pull your head upwards to look around the dark room you moved your arm a little, to make it easier to sit up.

crack, pop

your eyes go wide, but you say nothing

crackle, crackle, snap, pop

you flail your left arm around the air, your wrist still tied to the arm of the chair until it found the floor, you slowly pull yourself upward, until you were sort of sitting up, you reached over to your right hand and tried to untie yourself, you didn’t manage to. But you were able to loosen the rope until you could slip your hand through, and used your right hand to remove the broken off arm chair on your left.

After that you went straight to working on your feet, once you loosened them enough to fit your feet through you stood up, quickly, you stumbled a bit, trying to regain your balance, you pulled on the cloth that gagged you and tossed it to the floor, your head hit the low lamp on the ceiling, it was still dark, and you didn’t know where the switch was, but not that you really needed it right now, you could get caught and they’d place you in a much more intense confinement, and you’re not about to lose your newfound freedom right now.

So what’s the next best thing, after being able to stand up after such a long time? Crawl on the floor of course, feeling the cracked tiles on your fingertips and the brick walls of the room, until your hands feel something noteworthy of your attention. When you find nothing you stand back up, doing the same as you did on the floor feeling the walls around you, running your fingertips across the brick walls until you find something.

your hand brushes on something wooden, tall, and no it isn’t the door, you know where it is, you step towards it, a shelf, you start searching it, running your hands through the dusty cobweb ridden wood, until the back of your palm hit something, it was a small box, and it was open, you took it gently taking whatever was inside the box, it was full of….something….it was small..had a smooth metallic feel to it, copper?

Bullets

although you don't know what kind, but pretty sure if there were bullets in here there was bound to be a gun, you just hope it’ll be the right kind, for these bullets, if that is, there was a gun in here. Because so far, the room was quite empty as far as you can tell. You guided yourself to the door, and slowly turned the knob, so as not to alert anyone outside you pushed it open, gently, the first thing to hit your vision was an illuminant, bright light. Was this the outside you blink a few times to adjust your vision to the brightness, hallway light, good to know you're still in the building, you look around cautiously, before stepping out.

It was silent, suspiciously so……the only source of noise seems to be from your shoes, the bullets clattering around inside the small vintage box, or the soft hum of the fluorescent lights. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to bring these with you. What are you supposed to do with these exactly?

You stumble a little midway walking through these long wide halls, and nameless doors that all look the same, they were all so similar, you thought for a second whether or not these hallways are repeating themselves, you feel like you were going insane, hey, at least there’s more space to move unlike that room you were trapped in before you make a turn to the left and stop at a door that says Employees Only, ‘what? some kind of break room or something?’ you thought, and went to go open it. You stop, what if people were in there? Obviously you don’t want to get caught right now, you just escaped. so you did the reasonable option and leaned your head in the door, patiently and quietly waiting for a sound, chatter, anything…..

nothing

that was your cue, you opened the door, and the sight was…..Barren, it was huge, it had almost nothing in there besides tables, and cabinets. You take in the sight in front of you, breathing in and out slowly, it was sight to be for sure, start by opening a cabinet and rummaging through it, all you found was canned food….

…..

Let's face it you’re hungry, and you haven’t gotten any proper sleep in what feels like months, you keep that cabinet open until you can find something to stash it in, you open a drawer, and found pens you close it taking one blue pen with you, and stuffing it in your pocket, you open another one, and find more bullets, some are out in the open others are in small opened boxes, like the one you have, although unlike yours, these bullets look more modern, so you take one of the opened boxes of bullets to take with you, as well, you start opening the other cabinets, finding nothing very useful, for your situation right now, until you open a particularly larger drawer…

Bingo

you found one of their weapons, they were hand guns just scattered inside and you take one and try to load it. Key word Try you’ve never actually used a gun in your life, so you don’t even know where to actually open the damn thing, eventually you give up and toss it back in the cabinet, and scavenge for another one in the drawer, and then you found a rather old looking one, model wise too, this one you're actually much more familiar with, it was a revolver, you take the gun in your hands, and take the old vintage bullets from earlier, and reloaded it, huh easy, much better, you quickly placed the revolver in your pocket along with the bullets, and started to open the other drawers.

Most were just weapons, you took some knives with you, just in case, you found an empty duffle bag, and took it shoving some canned food you found earlier. Before zipping the duffle bag. You sighed looking around for anything else that might be useful to you, when you found nothing you took that as your cue to leave the room. And exited through the door on the other side of the room, the one you haven't entered through, and opened it, it was another barren hallway, you went out trying to find your way out.

You circled the hallways finding many similar looking doors like the ones before it, and you find yourself back to the room where you escaped from, you ignored the door, and continued to search for an exit eventually stumbling into a fire escape, you opened the door.

All of the sudden the fire alarm starts blaring and reading that as your chance to book it, you start sprinting down the fire escape stairs, at some point you hear a woman's voice yell out behind you as you flee down.

“Hey! Stop right there!” She said, another voice a man this time said

“Hey! Isn't that the prisoner?! Get them!”

You hear footsteps quickly approaching you start to pick up your pace reaching the ground floor, you exit the building running out into the city streets, a car hastily stopped, and honked as you ran down the road crossing, you bump into a few people making one lady drop her groceries, but you could care less right now, you sprinted down the streets turning to random avenues, you don't dare look back, you ran and ran until you were out of breath, and your legs start to give out you stop, taking a breather.

You look around and find yourself in a whole other city, not yours. You dart your eyes around, how the hell am I gonna get home, you thought, before sitting down at a random bench, huffing and puffing out of breath from running so much…looks like you're gonna have to find your way around this city until you find a way back home…

Hi author here,

this is my first time finishing a writing prompt, and writing something in general, please let me know if I need to improve upon anything, thank you for reading.

Much love, bye

You were the only child that didn’t have powers in a family of metahumans. Today you got kidnapped by a supervillain… and none of your family came to the rescue.

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