Superheroes VS. Super Villains (A Collection)

Superman

“Drop your weapon.” The hero drawled out, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Simon pulled in a small breath of air before dropping the 4 inch blade, the only weapon he had left. As the blood stained piece of metal fell to the floor so did his only friend.

“Now,” the hero's smile had spread fully across his face. “Drop to your knees.”

Simon stared at the man. No, no! He was powerless yes, injured yes, without hope, most likely. But he was still a villain, and his name was known to more than three people. He refused to give up his dignity to a power hungry do-gooder!

Slowly, the hero descended from his throne of power, a small frown on his face. Simon stiffened, bracing himself for unspeakable torture. The hero kicked the knife away, then laid a hand on his shoulder. It was all Simon could do not to shiver under the touch, but he knew any display of fear would hurt him now.

“Remember,” the hero whispered in a low voice, one that sent chills up Simon's spine. “When we first met. Remember what you did to Samuel?”

Simon looked the other way and said nothing. He knew exactly what the hero was talking about. Samuel was more commonly known as The Black Eagle, a very famous and well respected superhero. One of the first he had ever gone up against. His first move as a villain? He cut off Black Eagle's hand. Why? Because he had touched him, grabbed his shoulder just like the hero was doing now.

“ 'It's rude to touch things that don't belong to you’, those were your words.” The hero spoke, then returning to the same cryptic whisper continued. “Well now you do belong to me, and we both know it. So go ahead and kneel down for me.”

As he spoke the hero's grip got tighter and tighter, and his hand inched closer and closer to his throat. He knew that the man had super strength, while his strength was completely spent. He simply couldn't fight anymore. As the hero's long fingers wrapped tightly around his throat and began slowly lifting him off the ground Simon went limp, hanging from his throat.

The hero soon recognized his surrender and dropped him to the ground. Simon gasped for breath as the spinning room began to slow and his head slowly seemed to reattach itself to its previous home. Even once he caught his breath he didn't move or look up. He heard the hero head to his throne, and could vaguely see the tips of his shoes without looking up too much. Suddenly he heard the hero's voice boom through the room.

“Now beg for your life!”

This part was well predicted, but just as tasteless as the last. Simon didn't particularly want to beg for his life. He didn't particularly want to live, if that was the question. But that wasn't the question. The question was whether he wanted to be tortured for awhile before being handed over to the authorities to either be sentenced to life imprisonment or euthanized, or if he wanted to be tortured to death right here. As much as he hated it, he would rather be put to sleep like an unwanted dog than spend his last waking moments looking at the hero's sadistic face, probably smiling at him while he died.

So, with all the strength he had left, he pulled himself together, straightened up on his knees and begged for his life.

“Please, let me go.”

'Let me go’ were the words, but 'allow me to die a more merciful death’ was the plea.

The hero grinned, tapping his chin in thought. “That's not quite enough,” he finally said. “I require… more from you.”

“I'm on my knees begging,” Simon bit out. “What more do you want?”

“You can finish that, if you like. But I need you for something entirely different. I have… ideas, White Shot, or I suppose I should call you Simon now.” He looked down at the man, who even through the pain and weariness of battle was glaring daggers at him. “Oh you like that, do you? I'll call you Simon from now on then!”

Simon felt like he might throw up. He hated this man, this man who had taken everything from him, doomed him to death and even made his own name a word he now despised.

“Now where was I? Ah yes! My ideas require testing, and though monkeys and dogs and rats are all well and good, I need a human subject to make sure everything is perfect! Though you can hardly be classified as human, I suppose you'll have to work!”

Simon blinked a few times, letting it all sink in. “You want me to be your lab rat?” He finally said.

“Exactly!” The hero replied with a gleeful smile.

Horror quickly began to take over his body as he realized that this was nothing like he thought. The hero had no plans to ever hand him over to the police, or even kill him himself. He was just going to torture him for as long as physically possible, destroying his body from the inside out.

“You're a monster.” Simon spoke through clenched teeth and closed eyes, trying his best to fight off a panic attack. “You're just as bad as I ever was.”

“Oh, they all say that.” the hero said, snapping his fingers for the guards.

“All?!”

“Take him down to the lab, somewhere where he can't escape!” He said as one guard handcuffed him several times behind his back and the other held a cloth over his mouth and nose. The world immediately began to fade to black, and the last thing he heard was one of the guards calling back “Yes Superman!”

This is my favorite, so I hope you all like it! Well, it's one of my favorites, until tomorrow. If you liked, please vote and comment!