Chapa De Silva Oneshots

Ptsd

PTSD
Chapas POV
8/14/22

Do you really think being a hero is so easy at the age of 14? Or does it come with some costs? Is it really something someone at that age can handle?

BANG!

The heavy metal door bursts down, revealing the room filled with villains. The whole team and I just stand there for a second, there are more villains than I thought. We all scatter, taking care of each villain at a time.

I'm stuck with fighting Boom Bob. While he's throwing grenades at my head, I'm trying to get close to him so I can kick him in his combustible zipper. Ahh, it's so comforting to see a grown man scream at the swing of a 14 year old's steel toed boot.

Suddenly, a few familiar noises wizz past my ears.

PSHEW! The omega weapon.

SPLAT! Twitler's virus.

BLAST! The baking soda nuke.

BANG! Gunshots.

My ears ring as I fall to the ground. I feel hot liquid pour down the back of my neck.

BOOM! Bombs.

Buildings falling.

AHH! Screams of helpless victims

Then everything goes black.

...
I shoot up in bed releasing a scream of bloody murder. My heart is pounding in my ears and I swear I can feel something on the back of my neck, but there's nothing. My eyes quickly dart around the room for danger, but it's too dark. I look over at my clock, 2:45 am. I sigh, guess I'm not getting much sleep tonight. I sit up and turn on my light, carefully pacing around my bedroom, making sure everything is okay.

I let out a sigh of relief, when I realize that no one has come out for my family yet... like they have with Volt. One of my biggest fears.

I then feel a vibration in my back pocket, a danger alert, come to the man's nest, great, just great. I grab my extra gum from my drawer, shove one in my mouth, and jump out the window, running down the streets in my pajamas.

Halfway down the street, I hear something.

BANG!

I jump back, but the peaceful neighborhood is unharmed, everything seems to be in my imagination these days.

...

I reach the man's nest late, as always. Bose is spinning around in his chair, Mika typing something on her computer blabbing about some shit, and Miles laying on the floor like a Man-flap talking to Bose. I awkwardly sit down on the couch, I don't exactly like to talk a lot anymore.

"COME ON GUYS WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR! GET SEARCHING!" Captain Man yells as he walks by with a pot and wooden spoon. Every bang in the pot feels like a gunshot in my ears, making me flinch every time.

"You haven't even told us what to search for yet." Miles gets up.

"Rick Twitler somehow got into the Man's nest a few hours ago, we got a notification on the man cams." Mika explains.

"And yet you're just sitting there?!" her brother yells.

"I am looking at the man cams, but there's nothing, everyone go look, I've already been possessed two too many times in my life. Now go!" She super screams us out the door.

"Okay, well if you haven't noticed, Mika's not being too cooperative today. Everyone split up, but keep your walkie talkie in hand, everyone go!"

We all run in different directions. I am checking one of the many, many hallways. This dude could be anywhere, why can't we just evacuate? I walk through the halls when I hear some shuffling, and then I turn around, there's nothing there. Then I feel a blindfold over my eyes and a needle in my neck.

I don't bother to scream.

...

I shutter my eyes open, the room is dark, and it takes me a few minutes to adjust. My limbs feel heavy and I can barely move. What the hell? I have to get out of here. I shift my weight and grab my walkie talkie from my back pocket.

"Danger Force, do you copy?" No response.

I take a deep breath, silently praying to the cell phone gods.

"Danger Force do you copy?" No response again. Panic rises in my voice.

I feel my face get hot and take my voice down to a whisper,  "Danger Force, are you there? Over." I whimper.

No response.

I suddenly feel a tight feeling in my chest, like someone is sitting on it. I can feel my throat closing up. My heart rate speeds up. Shit. Not the time for another fucking panic attack.

What do they say, consider your five senses?

I see a stone dungeon.
I taste blood.
I feel a hard concrete floor and shackles on my wrists and ankles.
I hear a ringing in my left ear.
I smell trouble, it's a very simple smell to locate.

What can I do to get out of this? What do I last remember? I don't know. I have to escape soon. Danger force needs me. I hear footsteps and hold my breath. A figure rounds the corner, where I see black boots, and scan upwards.

Black boots.

Black pants.

Purple suit.

Cyborg eye.

Rick Twitler. Coming towards me.

I scream as high and as loud as I can. I need to get out of here, "NO STOP DONT HURT ME! PLEASE NO!" I violently cry as I struggle in the shackles grasp as he's coming closer.

"NO! PLEASE NO!"

Step,

"PLEASE SIR!"

Step,

"I'LL DO ANYTHING."

Step,

"PLEASE NO!

Rick Twitler crouches down before me, "Hey, hey it's okay, dont worry im not gonna hurt you. Shhh, there we go, in and out, there we go." He sooths as I obey, still untrusting of him.

Third person pov

Rick Twitler gets up for a second and sits back down against the wall across from Volt, keeping a safe, comfortable distance, "Hey, are you okay?" he sooths.

Chapa wipes the tears from her face and nods, "Yeah, just got a little spooked." But then the tears start to form again.

He sighs, "I knew this would happen at some point..."

Volt gives him a confused stare.

"I knew this would happen one day, one of you younger ones ending up to be so afraid and traumatized that they cannot perform their job correctly."

"I'm not afraid, and I'm definitely not traumatized." Chapa says as she wipes her tears away with her glove.

"So if I do this," he smacks on the hollow metal box next to him, making Chapa jump and flinch, "You wouldn't be pleading for mercy?"

Chapa fixes her gaze on the ground

"You guys did not sign up for this, but now at just 14 years old your dealing with bombs, guns, and gangs every day. I knew this would take a poll on someone's mental health at one point. That is why I wanted to end Danger Force.

"But Danger Force..."

"I know, you finally found something that makes you feel like you... most of the time. But I don't find it okay that you minors deal with stuff that is even hard for Captain Man to deal with. That's why I wanted to take out the internet, then no more calls,  and no more pain for you to deal with."

"I never thought about it like that..."

Hey wonderful human beings!
I tried, hope you like this oneshot book!

Stay Safe and strong
Raven