Tommyinnit Oneshots

I Will Find You In The Darkness

Tommy stands on the edge of the parapet. He stares down at the alleyway, watching a person amble through the sidestreets. Tommy leaps from the parapet. His hands grasp the railing of the fire escape across the street from him. His gloves soften the sound as he hangs from the side of the railing. He's able to step onto the railing without the person hearing him. He keeps moving along the railing, balancing precariously with his arms tucked near his chest. When Tommy comes to the end, he jumps once more. He crosses a patch of moonlight that manages to cut through the darkness of the dank alley as he flies through the air, and in that pale light, his avian wings are visible for a moment. By the time he reaches the metal bar that stretches from one brick wall to the neighboring one, his wings have disappeared. They return to whatever dimension they go to when Tommy suppresses his hybrid traits, a habit formed from years of discrimination and the recent blatant targeting of hybrids.

The person Tommy has been following finally looks over their shoulder. Tommy crouches down. He remains in the shadows, silent and narrow-eyed. The person shudders, but they are unable to find the source of their discomfort. When they take a few steps, Tommy moves on to his next position. He is slowly drawing closer, making certain to keep out of the sensory awareness of the person he's following.

When Tommy finally steps onto the rim of a dumpster, he reaches a hand out into the darkness. His fingers close around rapidly forming red light. It solidifies under his grasp. It is as long as a dagger but so much sharper, glowing with a thick aureole of bloody red, matching the accent color of his outfit. The person notices a shadow stretching out in front of them because of the red light, and they whirl around to face him. They scramble for the gun at their side, but Tommy is faster and more prepared. His wings flare out as he tackles the person to the ground. Tommy lands on top, holding down the person's arm. When the gun falls from the holster, Tommy makes certain to kick it away. He holds the light dagger up to their neck, watching their face illuminate a tinted red color.

"Where the fuck are Riptide and Vienna?" Tommy asks the person. He speaks slowly, making certain to enunciate each of his words. This is not the time to have misunderstandings. Tommy knows he only has a few moments before this person's allies realize they're missing from action. They'll come investigate eventually, and Tommy does not want to deal with multiple people right now. Not because he couldn't defeat them. He could, but he doesn't want more people than necessary knowing Red Light has resurfaced.

"I-I don't know," The person responds. They sound terrified, which implies they're being honest. Tommy doesn't take anyone for their word, though, so he presses the dagger closer to the person's throat. Their breathing becomes more shallow, and Tommy can no longer feel a frantic heartbeat. They're going to make themselves pass out at this rate. Tommy doesn't like threatening people, even criminals like the one too terrified to squirm underneath him, but some things have to be done. "I really don't."

Tommy frowns. This was his only lead. The people he mentioned- Riptide and Vienna- were vigilantes in the English and Spanish sectors. Unlike the Enforcers of the Federation, they were actually heroes. They only wanted to help people, and they were doing a decent job at it. More importantly, they were inspiring the civilians. They were giving the people hope. When Vienna came crashing into the room Tommy gets to sleep in at the orphanage, he decided to help. He continued helping both of them, and now he was so fond of them that it personally wounded him when they went missing. Tommy had to find out where they were, had to save them, even if it meant fishing out the mask he had discarded when he was as young as Riptide and Vienna are right now.