A Game We Call Superheroes (The Rewrite)

Chapter 9

Right... So this chapter is really where a lot of those warnings from the Preface come into play. So. Trigger warning. And the fanart brought to you by Jen in the discord!

Key: (Y/n) - your name

Interrogation? More Like Torture

You woke up with a pounding headache and groaned. Where the hell were you? How long have you been out?

There was muffled yelling coming from the other side of the door, but you honestly couldn't make any sense of it. It also wasn't helping your massive headache right now - or maybe you had a concussion? You remember getting to the movie theatre, then someone grabbed your head and cracked it against the wall, so it was likely... But who exactly was that someone? Not another rapist, you hope. Or a crackhead.

Either way, getting kidnapped sucks ass.

You blinked your eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep to see your surroundings better. Once you could see better, you took note of the room you were in. It was... pretty bare. Worn wood flooring, peeling wallpaper, absolutely no windows, and a rickety-looking table accompanied by a single broken chair.

You gave yourself a once over. Something was wrapped around your head, but you quickly found you couldn't inspect it any further. You had been completely tied down to a chair (which you suspected went with the other chair at the table) and were unable to move. There didn't seem to be any other injuries, though, which was a plus.

You looked down. A rope tightly wrapped around your waist, another around your hands behind the chair, and both of your ankles were wrapped against the chair legs. None of your clothes looked out of place.

Great, you thought bitterly. But why go to this much trouble? Or wrap my head?

The universe seemed to want to answer your questions. As soon as they crossed your mind, you heard footsteps approaching the singular door in and out of the room. Your head whipped in its direction, watching the doorknob turn. In an act of self-preservation, you dipped your head back down and pretended to still be knocked out. Hopefully, they would talk some more and not just shake you awake. Maybe give you some info to work with.

"Ugh, she's still out cold," you heard someone scoff.

"And whose fault is that?" another growled. "I can't believe you smacked her head against a brick wall. What gave you that bright idea?"

"We needed to get her away from the heroes without a commotion, what else was I supposed to do!?"

"Not slam her against a wall!" The second one exclaimed.

Well, now you had a pretty good idea of who kidnapped you. You found their voices very familiar, so you were fairly sure you were right about who it was.

"You're too soft, and I'm over waiting," the first voice grumbled. You heard his footsteps get closer and closer until suddenly- SMACK!

"Ow!"

"There, she's awake."

You immediately glared at the person, positively identified as General Disarray, who slapped you. A few feet behind him stood a horrified Professor Chaos, staring at his sidekick in utter disbelief.

Great, it's just my luck that the town's Big Bads were the ones who kidnapped me, you sarcastically thought to yourself.

"Disarray!"

"What? I woke her up did I?" He sneered. "Let's get this over with, already."

God. What crawled up his ass and died?