Superhero Secret - Septiplier

[4] Broverse

A forceful punch landed on the side of Jack's face, the boy staggering back at the impact. Jack sped to the left just in time to dodge another rigorous fist by the villain himself.

"Just give me what I want, exactly what I want, and you'll be left alone." The blond sneered, yet at the same time giving him a wicked grin. Raising a brow as noticing that Jack wasn't going to answer him, or even giving him what he wanted. "So be it."

The Irishman was expecting the next blow to his face, running to the right. Broverse curled his lip, giving Jack a glare that he had seen many times before. He suddenly ran up to his enemy, punching him in the chest. Broverse stumbled back a few feet, gaining posture again. He took a step forward, swinging his leg up in the air to kick Jack in the head. Jack leaned back, using his speed, dodging the attempt at knocking him out. He sped to the left of Broverse, throwing a punch at his side. Unexpectedly, he dodged it, grabbing Jack's wrist in a powerful grasp. With the determination fueling the fight, the grasp on his wrist turned, sending Jack flying out into the air upside down. He landed on his back with a groan, telling himself to not give up.

"You're weak!" Broverse cried. "You're just a child, you know nothing about controlling power like the ones that you've been gifted with!" The man shouted with anger. Slow steps were being taken toward Jack, reminding himself that he needed to act quick or Broverse will take him and will kill him. He prepped himself on his knees, his head lolling back in defeat. A trickle of blood was running down from his lip, another on his forehead. Jack sputtered the blood in Broverse's face, scowling at him.

"Fuck you..." Jack muttered, gaining enough energy to get up and run, run faster than he did when he was running away from the bullies grade school, faster than when he was running throughout the city, just enjoying the view. He ran all the way back until he was on campus, his knees giving out as he fell on the ground, again. Every muscle in his body relaxed as he laid on the dirty sidewalk below him, catching his breath. His back ached and his wrist burned, still the feeling of Broverse's short fingers holding a death grip there.

His words danced and skipped within his mind, reminding him of what he (thought) he really was.

"Weak." It repeated. "A child!" It shouted. "You know nothing!" It concluded in a howl. Jack wanted to scream back, but all that came out was a breathless huff of defeat. Hoping Mark wasn't there to see the condition he was in, he used his speed to get to the front doors of the college. A risky choice, but he needed to get patched up. Lumbering to the elevator, he threw himself in it. The yell of a familiar voice echoed down the hall, their long legs pushing themselves to Jack.

"Hold that please!" They yelled. Jack's hand shot out in-between the slowing closing doors, letting the person slip on in. "Thank you," the voice breathed out, giving Jack the chance to see the person's face.

"Matt?" Jack questioned, looking the blonde up and down.

"That's my name, don't let it wear out," Matt had his hands on his knees, his head down, still completely oblivious to Jack's wrecked state.

"Aren't you one of Mark's friends?"

"Known by it. He's very well kn-" Matt's sentence was cut off when he removed the hands from his knees, standing straight to look at Jack. "That's blood," he stated. "On your face."

"Thanks for statin' the obvious. Where's your dorm?"

"Um," Matt was clearly shocked that Jack had so simply shrugged the fact that there was blood running down his face, but continued to tell him anyway. "Third floor, 217," he said with uneasiness.

"Beautiful. Who you share it with? Are they there right now?" Jack prodded, gently touching the blood with his finger just to wipe it on his jeans.

"Ryan. And no, they shouldn't be there."

"Gorgeous. Now, you have any bandaids?" He pressed on.

"Yeah," he answered. "You know, I always dreamed that the first conversation we were going to have was in an elevator with you beat the shit out of," Matt stated, then turning to look at Jack to see him laughing.

"Only in your dreams, Matt."

-

Jack pressed the white bandaid to his forehead while staring into the shitty mirror that was on the cabinet. He cracked out a smile, the cut on his lip suggesting against it. Matt was sitting at a desk, spinning around in an office chair. At the arrival of Jack, he stood observing his face.

"You never told me, how you get that ugly gash," referring to the one on his forehead, Jack paused to think of a plausible lie.

"I tripped while running down the sidewalk," Jack lied, wiping the palms of his hands on his chest.

"Ouch. And your lip?"

"Hit the ground in the very dramatic fall I experienced,"Jack joked, having Matt chuckle along with him. "Well, it's gettin' pretty late, I better go back to my dorm. Don't want Mark to go mom mode on me."

"Get some rest, dude. Try to keep steady feet next time," he called as Jack waved goodbye and walked out the door. He stumbled back to the elevator where he and Matt had shared the most awkward moment, with his next stop being bed.

-

When he got back, Mark was sitting at their own desk, noticing that their desk was on the same wall that Matt's was. Jack bowed his head, not wanting Mark to see his gashes.

"Hey dude, why are you back so late?" Mark had to turn his entire body to look at Jack, unlike Matt who had a fancy office chair he could simply spin in.

"Stopped by a buddy of yours. Matt," Jack kept his head down as he pretended to be occupied looking for clothes, which wasn't complete pretending.

"Ah, Matt," Mark nodded his head as he imagined Matt. "The tall one," he finished.

All Jack could do was nod. He grabbed a random shirt and pair of pants, pivoting to walk into the bathroom. Mark didn't seem to notice his strange actions, jumping up into bed.

"You seem quite active for someone that just collapsed in front of me last night," Jack commented as he walked out the bathroom, now acting as if the lose string on the hem of his shirt was more interesting than making eye contact with the older one.

Mark stumbled over words as he breathed out an excuse.

"I-I dunno. Just a fast healer, you know?" All Jack did was nod his head as he snuggled up into his bed.

"Whatever ya say, Markimoo."

A small scoff was heard from the bunk above before Jack feel asleep from exhaustion.