#begging Supervillain

[shydragonrider]

When the Darkness Comes -2

Warnings: Poisoned, respiratory distress, high fever, needle tw, nausea, begging, scared whumpee, harsh caretaker, parental death mention.

Tagging @whumpwillow and @thelazywitchphotographer

“How does the poison work?” Hero asked.

Superhero frowned. “It will cause his organs to shut down.”

“But you have the antidote?”

“Yes. Though if we don’t find him soon, it will be too late to matter. Maybe it already is.”

They had spent nearly five hours searching for Supervillain. And of course, he had run off towards the woods. Hero tried her hardest not to jump at every shadow, the memory of his hands around her throat still fresh in her mind.

“He couldn’t have gotten far. It incapacitates quickly.” Superhero called.

Hero continued down the footpath, shining her flashlight through the dark trees.

A new sound, one that had nothing to do with the sleet, reached her ears. It sounded like... Breathing?

“Superhero. I think I’ve found something.” Hero called in a hushed tone, and crept off the path, rounding a tree.

Supervillain was sprawled out on his stomach, his ribs heaving with each labored breath.

Hero hesitated, remembering how he had tried to strangle her. Then, she crouched by his side, and, bracing herself, she flipped him over onto his back, even as her sister joined her.

His heavy breathing hitched, and he struggled weakly, eyes rolling wildly in his head.

“Lie still.”

“H-hero?” Supervillain stuttered, his already labored breathing increasing to the point that he was gasping.

“Calm down.” Hero said quietly, but Supervillain was in no state to see reason.

Superhero crouched beside him, grabbing one of his arms, and uncapping a syringe.

Supervillain whimpered, trying to tug his arm free.

“N-no. You- hnghhh, y-you don’t- I c-can’t...”

“Shut it.” Superhero snarled, ignoring Hero’s glare, and jabbing the needle into Supervillain’s arm. The man whimpered, struggling feebly.

“Pl-plea-please.” He stammered. “I- nghhh, It’s n-not, I-I don’t-”

“I said shut up.” Superhero snapped.

“Don’t be so harsh.” Hero said quietly.

“This fucking bastard tried to strangle you a few hours ago, Hero. Do you really think I care about his well-being?”

Supervillain whined, shifting weakly on his back.

“Just because you inexplicably want to save him doesn’t mean he deserves it. Just because he’s hurt now doesn’t excuse anything that he’s done.”

“No. It doesn’t.” Hero agreed.  “But he’s hurt and sick and terrified. You don’t need to make it any worse.”

“Why do you care so much about the man who tried to murder you?”

At the words, Supervillain whimpered.

“I-I-I’m -hnnn- sorry. So, so s-sorry.”

Superhero glared down at him.

“Sure you are.” She sneered, and Hero clenched her teeth.

“Now what?” She asked, voice tightly controlled.

“Now, we wait. If he makes it through to sunrise, he may be able to pull through. But even if he does...”

“What?”

“He’ll be sick for days. Weeks even. And there’s nothing that can be done about it. But then, it’s not our problem. We just take him to jail, and be done with him.”

“We can’t.” Hero whispered.

“Why not? What’s the problem now?”

“They’ll leave him to rot if we turn him in.”

“Is that less than he deserves?”

Supervillain shivered, a broken sob wracking his body.

For a long moment, Hero didn’t answer. After all, didn’t he deserve it?

She shook herself. “Mom wouldn’t have-”

“Mom is gone, Hero.”

“Yeah, but what she taught us isn’t. She wouldn’t have left him to rot in a cell.”

“Hero. People like him are the reason mom is gone.”

“It wasn’t him, though.” Hero said, gently brushing Supervillain’s soaked hair off of his scorching forehead.

Supervillain moaned, closing his eyes.

“What do you propose we do. Take him home?”

Hero looked up at her sister.

Superhero shook her head. “No! No! I won’t allow it. We are not bringing this bastard home.”

Hero sat back, crossing her arms, glaring at her older sister until she relented.

“You’re lucky I love you.” She hissed, and took her phone out, calling their brother.

**************

It was 5:30 in the morning when Hero unlocked to door to the conjoined house she shared with her siblings.

Behind her, Brother came in, the shivering Supervillain slung over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

He walked right through to the guest bedroom, and more or less dropped Supervillain on the bed.

Hero looked over at her brother.

“Why the hell do you want to save this monster, Hero?” He asked.

Hero said nothing, and he shook his head, walking out and closing the door.

Hero sighed, walking into the bathroom, and stripping off her wet clothes, once she had changed, she went to her Brother’s room, and grabbed a pair of boxers, a t-shirt, and a first aid kit, before walking back to Supervillain’s side.

It was hard to believe that mere hours ago he’d tried to kill her. He’d been so smug and cruel.

Now he was lying in her spare bed, trembling all over.

Hero picked up a pocket knife, cutting the man’s soaked shirt off.

He groaned as she wiped a disinfectant over the puncture wound in his side, and the exit wound on his back.

“Pl-please...” He rasped, picking his head up, only to drop back to the pillow, whimpering in pain.

Hero said nothing as she bandaged him. She didn’t know what to say. After all, he had tried to throttle her.

Maybe Superhero is right... Maybe I should just take him to the authorities.

But she knew that there was no way that ended well for Supervillain, and as of now, he was her responsibility.