The Quing sat on a mock gold throne surrounded by ointments and bandages which didn't work on the one thousand scars spread over his body. His legs, arms, chest etc were easy enough to cover, but his face required a detailed skin like mask which only showed his real lips and eyes (which were enhanced by contacts covering the damage). Only the scars on his lips and neck were constantly visible despite precautions. He remembered how he'd received his scars, how his friends had reacted, and worst of all how his bae had reacted. A rich famous youtube star marred for life and not just physically. every cut had provoked new rage, every cry ringing out ten times louder until they'd raided the house for valuables and thought he would bleed to death. he'd wished he had.
"Todrick are you ok?! Todrick!" Thursday had seen him and screamed, clattering footsteps followed as everyone rushed down to see what was wrong. Jesse had stopped dead in his tracks, staring ahead until...
"Get out! my god get out get out!"
"Baby it's me..."
"What've you done to them?! how did you get so much blood on you?! get out!" Todrick had looked over to see his assailants slumped on the ground, blood on him from having turned the knife around... oh god he'd killed them!
"GET OUT!"
He fixed the mask to his face as the tv blared
"And earlier today well known criminal... aka Blade Eyes has broken out of jail" The Quing turned around at the next sentence "Police suspect he is after the thousand pound necklace being kept in Mariasthen's jewellery store." No. that was his! that was The Quing's plan! his! He almost growled in annoyance, throwing a blade into the wall. he thought.
"It's mine!" Pulling on his crown and suit/robes he paced up and down the room, robes flowing around him as he decided. there was only one thing to do with Blade Eyes. He watched the motorbike roar past his hideout, whispering at the flash of dark silver.
"I'll track y'all down"
Blade Eyes roared past the window as a glint of gold caught his eyes, swerving around the corner he pulled up and swung through a window around the back, dropping down into a crouch. he straightened up to walk over to his chair, where the memory came back.
he'd been strapped to the table, groaning as he woke up. wide eyes stared at the switch as the doctor leaned over him
"One volt first, huh sweetie?" He found his mouth blocked by fabric, unable to protest when it coursed through his veins, the volt number going up every hour until the police burst in, tackling Dr Ksen to the floor with a warning shout
"Frank the switch!" He stood up quickly, knocking the lever upwards as the switch went on, volts coursing through the veins and nerves, frying his skin as his brain snapped into insanity, his gagged scream ringing through the air.
"What've you done?!" Blade eyes was born.
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The Royal Trio
Fanfiction"There's a new threat you should now about. Or three" Eyebrows shot up "Three?" She showed him the photos while swallowing "Three" He picked up the first photo "Who the hell is this?" The chocolate skinned man in the photo had a shadow of jet black...
