scrapped jadam oneshots :')

unlikely visitor

awesome tumblr prompt, hate what i wrote.

"No... that wouldn't work..." I mumble to myself, looking over my corkboard.

Different pictures and sticky notes are littered across the board, an organised mess laying out my ideas and plans. My plans to get revenge.

It sounds childish and immature, but you know what else is immature? Making fun of someone for their interests. And the thing that hurts so bad is how successful those assholes become.

Fucking Mike, Alex and June tormented me when I was younger and now they're so successful. They never got the karma they deserve so I'm here to deliver it personally.

The only problem is that OddOne character. Always ruining my plans. How he stops me every time is beyond me. Each plan I try to keep him from ruining, yet it never works. He always manages to keep those 'innocent' people safe.

Fuck him.

He'll get what's coming to him just like those bullies from my childhood. Just wait and see.

"SomeThingElse, Sir? There's someone at your door." I turn from my board to see my assistant, Zoe, pushing her glasses higher on the bridge of her nose. Like me, she wants revenge. I promised it to her as long as she helps me get mine first.

"Thank you. Cover the board up for me, will you?"

Zoe nods and turns to the wall, pushing it. A portion of the wall rotates around, replacing my board with a simple shelf.

I get to the front door and check my security camera. The person on my door is hunched over, clutching their stomach. Using the control panel for the camera, I move it to get a proper look at their face.

The blood drains from my face the second I see who's standing there.

That bastard hero, OddOne.

He's not wearing his mask and outfit I'm used to seeing him in, but I'd recognise those gorgeous brown eyes anywhere.

I go to blare an air horn in his ear to scare him off before I notice his appearance. I quickly open the door to get a proper look at him. When the door opens he looks up without moving his head.

He's standing there in a sleeveless shirt on a winter's night, shivering harshly. Blood is spread across his face and arms, some dry and some still trickling down slowly.

He looks dazed and unstable, his eyes glossy as if he's been drugged.

Worst of all there's a look of fear in those glossy eyes that just makes my heart ache.

Swaying slightly, he croaks out a half-formed sentence, "...didn't know... where to go..."

Before I can respond he collapses into my arms. My eyes widen as I grip him tightly, trying desperately to hold him up. I turn my head and call out to Zoe, "Zoe! Go get some water, a wet towel and my favourite sweater!"

I manage to carry him to the couch by the fireplace. I lay him down and quickly turn to the fireplace, trying to start the fire as quickly as I can.

"Here you go, sir," Zoe rushes into the room, handing me what I'd asked for. She immediately notices our nemesis passed out on the couch.

"Is- is that...?" I nod. "Yes. It is," I say, putting the water and towel on the table before taking the sweater over to him.

I sit him up and pull the sweater over his head. It's the fluffiest sweater I own and my absolute favourite. Now there's blood on it. Great.

Holding him up with one hand, I reach my hand to the end of the couch and set up a pillow. I lay him down and put the towel on his forehead.

"What... what happened to him?" Zoe asks, nervously. "It looks like he was assaulted," I mumble. It's scary to see him like this.