Struck (Sanders Sides AU)

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TW:SWEARING,BLOOD,VIOLENCE,ABUSE, TORTURE

-Anxiety-

After sinking into the shadows and leaving the prince behind, I emerged in the middle of the kitchen in our underground base where both Deceit and the Duke were waiting with a convenient cup of coffee. I steadied myself from using too much energy before striding over to them and sitting on the counter. They looked at me expectantly and I sighed, reaching my hand in my hoodie and unstrapping the files from my chest, tossing them on the kitchen island between us. Deceit grabbed them and flipped through. Then he paused and looked at me with disappointment, anger, and amusement.

I knew that look.

I just fucked up.

"Do you realize what you didn't do?" He asked. The Duke looked over the files and smirked, turning his gaze to me menacingly. I squint my eyes in confusion and peer at the stack of files. There's the thin red one, thinner yellow one, the thicker green one, the orange one that was half as big as the green one, and the blue one just as thick. Oh shit. The purple is missing. The thickest one, and I'm guessing most important. Deceit sees my realization and smirks. "You don't know what this means, don't you?" He asked, knowing I know. I nod, my head hanging low. I could hear Duke 'tsking' as he grabbed my covered chin and jerked it so my eyes met his. "Now, now boy. First you fail a mission. An important one at that. Then you go on disrespecting us? Not even looking at us as you say your mistake? After everything we've done for you?" He asks. I know what punishment I'm getting tonight. And I just want it to be over with.

"I won't be eating today, and I must face the consequences of this loss in the mission." I answer. They nod in approval and Duke jerked me by the arm and drags me to my room. And my room, I mean a closet sized area covered in my own blood. He shoves me to the ground and leans against the doorway as if I would try to escape. I've never tried and I never will. "Wait here until we're done eating asshole." He said before turning and locking my door. I sigh and lean against the cold, concrete wall. This will be the thirteenth day I haven't had food. Eh. I've gone longer. Who knows? I might just break my record soon.

I think back to the days events. The files. The window. The gasoline. The fire. The screams. The memories. The fight. The shadows. And now my room.
I think back to all those guards. They were just doing their job and I killed them. I killed them.
I was used to death but I never liked it. My stomach always churned when I killed and I always felt horrible. But this was the right thing to do. I was doing the right thing.... right?

Just then the screams fill my head and all I can think about is that man. That man that had done absolutely nothing wrong. But died at my hands...

I was eight again. I had been living with the Duke and Deceit for three years now. I had been training and fighting, I had been passed around between villains and had done everything they told me to.
Now Deceit was preparing me for my next mission.
I would have to kill.
I have never killed anyone.
But now I must kill this young man, only in his twenties, because I would have to kill the mayor.
Mayor Joan.

Before we had set off to find this man I asked a question. And that's when I learned to never, Never, ask questions.
And it went like this.

"Dee? I don't understand why I have to kill this man. He did nothing wrong! Why are you making me do this if he did nothing wrong?" I had asked. Deceit looked down at me disapprovingly and crouched down to my level and sighed. "You shouldn't have learned by now." He had said. I saw a glint in his eyes before he lifted his gloved hand with a ball of purple magic stuffed in his palm. "But I don't know that you will know now." I lifted his arm more and brought it down. Hard. I felt a searing pain shoot through my eye and I screamed. But that only made it worse.

For what felt like eternity my eye, my face, my head, my body was on fire. When I finally stopped crying and screaming I ran to the bathroom to see not blood, not a burn, but a glowing violet eye where my coffee brown one should have been. As I looked closer in the mirror I saw it was crackling with electricity. My electricity. I gasped and fell against the wall, but soon Deceit came to fetch me and we were off on a mission.
A mission to kill a man.

I was snapped out of the memory as Deceit unlocked and entered my room. He had a small smirk and a chain in his right hand, while a machete was gripped in the other. I knew he didn't need weapons. His powers were enough for the torture he was about to give.

He slung the chain over his shoulder and kneeled down so he was crouching in front of me. I could see the anger and joy in his eyes. He was going to enjoy this.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

He lifted his free hand and brought it up to my collar where three buttons sat. He jabbed the one in the middle and I could feel my suit loosen. When the button is on it will keep anything, well almost anything, from breaking or tearing is apart. But now, it would be torn easily, and I would just have to stitch it back up. Just like myself.
I looked him in the eyes, masking my fear and terror with anger and confidence.

I didn't flinch when he raised his blade.

But I screamed when he swung it down.

This was going to be a long night

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Sorry this is short but its late and I wanted to write so here we are! I hope you enjoy whoever is reading this! Even though I know nobody is... I have been planning this story out in my head so I know almost exactly what I'm gonna do. Anyways love ya beautiful people and stay strange<3