Not just yet, sweet boy.
...
The first thing Tommy felt after regaining consciousness was pain. His body ached all over and an uncomfortable weight sat on his chest. Blinking open his eyes he found himself confused at the darkness surrounding him. When did it get dark? He groaned and tried to roll to his side, but found that his entire body would not listen to his command.
That was only mildly concerning.
Tommy tried to lift his right arm, focusing on how his muscles should feel and grinding his teeth at the pain he felt. Something was blocking his arm from moving up, but he was still able to wiggle it just enough to feel bits and pieces falling off. This was not how his blanket was supposed to feel. And his blanket really shouldn't be that heavy. Was he back at the tower? Had they put a weighted blanket on top of him?
He blinked again, more harshly this time, and found his eyes had slowly adjusted to the darkness. The ceiling above him was uneven and looked like it was about to crumple down, dust particles flew through the air. Tommy tried to shift, but the uncomfortable weight and the piercing pain in his back and chest stopped him from moving much.
Breathing had become quite a hard task, considering the weight didn't do much for his chest. Why had they put that many weighted blankets on him, did he have a panic attack or something?
He blinked again, feeling in his hands now returning. The ground underneath him was just as uneven and rough as the ceiling looked. Something was wrong.
This was not a bed.
Whatever rested on his chest was decidedly not a blanket.
He was not at the tower.
Okay, he needed to think. What happened after he left the tower? Work, Niki, Techno and the food truck, the Mall-
The Mall.
As the memories of the events came rushing back in, Tommy started to panic. He remembered now that he fell through the ground. He also remembered vividly that a huge chunk of the ceiling came crashing down on him. That would explain the uncomfortable weight and why his entire body ached like he had just run a marathon. In a way he did, Tommy guessed.
Swallowing hard, he noted that his mask was still in place, meaning his face was at least somewhat covered. He mentally cursed himself for taking off the sunglasses and hoodie, Phantom was present god dammit, and now they had both his eye and hair colour.
Tommy duly noted that his breathing had picked up in pace, which was decidedly not good as he could literally not move and was trapped underneath a good chunk of literal concrete. This was fine, he just needed to calm down a little. The heroes had his eye and hair colour, which, okay, wasn't ideal, but surely there was more than just a single person with blue eyes and blonde hair and his height in L'Manberg. And the heroes didn't even know he was from L'Manberg, he could've just been some random bloke from the badlands playing hero in this city. It was going to be fine. It was going to be just fine.
Prime he was tired, the air down here had been bad already, but now it felt downright suffocating and hot. Logically, Tommy knew that he should stay awake. He had been buried underneath shitloads of rubble and was probably badly injured. And technically, there was a really good chance of him not waking up again if he decided to close his eyes now and give in to the siren call of exhaustion.
But then again, if he rested now, surely he'd have enough strength to pull himself out of this misery, right?
Yea, it'd be just fine.
...
"-eseus."
Oh for Prime's sake, couldn't they let a man sleep?
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FanficTheseus is a vigilante trying to survive the daily crime fighting while also dodging the many heroes sent to catch him while also trying not to catch the attention of certain villains. Tommy Innit is a 16-year-old boy, working in a bookshop down the...