It all started with a superhero, one who vowed to help save the world and use her powers for good....But how can one keep a promise if they don't remember making it?
What happens when the lines to right and wrong blur? When promises have to be broke...
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"Watcha doing there blue?" I hear his voice and almost drop the weapon.
I turn to face him and quickly extend my arm so that the knife is pointed towards the boy who is stood only meters away.
My heart is racing and I silently hope he doesn't notice the obvious shake in my hands.
I don't have a clue what I'm doing. I've never threatened anyone before...then again, I've never been kidnapped before either.
"Stay back." I say, my voice as shaky as my hand.
"Or what?" He asks, amusement clear in his tone.
"Or I'll stab you." I threaten.
"Go ahead." He says, opening his arms in an inviting way but he's really calling my bluff.
I want to, he definitely deserves it but I can't bring myself to do it. I'd feel too guilty.
Instead, I redirect the conversation.
"You're going to let me go. Right now." I demand.
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not." He continues.
"Screw you."
"I mean if you insist." He replies. "Are you going to stab me already or are you saving that for later?" He asks with a smug smile, knowing I've already made my choice.
Still, I hold out the knife.
Silence lingers between us for a brief moment but in a split second he yanks the blade out of my hand. His face is victorious as he takes the knife until he's sees the blood on it and it turns to confusion.
"Cut yourself blue?" He asks in a mocking tone, using that stupid nickname he always calls me. He's saying it as if I've never used a knife before. Making it seem as though I'm stupid.
I'm not stupid.
"It was the nail I pulled out of the wall with my bare hands that I used to pick the lock that actually cut me, not the knife." I state.
"Wow." He states, the knife absentmindedly moving inbetween his fingers. "I mean I know first hand how determined you are but I've got to say that's creative." He comments. "No doubt, you'd find your way out of an empty room."
"I would." I confirm. "So you should just let me go now while you're not on my bad side."
"You have a bad side?" He asks with a disbelieving smirk. "I thought superheros were all good, through and through."
"I'm not a superhero and having a bad side doesn't make you a bad person."
"And what makes you a bad person?" He questions.
"Kidnapping someone." I answer without missing a beat.
"Well then, isn't that unfortunate for me." He says sarcastically.
