Light Beam and Dark Thunder were always meant to be on opposite sides. Enemies with a past and no possible future.
Superhero. Supervillain.
Righteous. Nefarious.
Popular. Infamous.
But there was only one little problem with that: they liked their...
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It got awkward. Of course it got awkward.
I'm not sure I was prepared for this.
"So? Uh? How exactly are we going to deal with this?" Creepy Luke asked.
"You mean a stab wound? That's the easy bit." Dark sounded loopy?
"Dark, what happened here?" I sighed, getting down on the floor.
"I--I came here with a few friends, like you told me to. Getting inside was easy. Nobody was guarding it. It was odd. But none of us really questioned it. We just wanted to have some fun--Light what fu-" I held a hand over his mouth.
"Don't scream."
"You're squeezing my stab wound!"
"Where did your friends go?"
"It wasn't empty when we got inside Light. It's like they knew we were coming." His face grew pale.
"Light, we have to get out of here." He whispered taking my hand.
"Where is everyone now?"
"Didn't you hear it when you came?"
"Dark--"
"They're upstairs. And if we don't get out of here before the rest of the bad guys arrive, we're going to die."
"The rest of the bad guys?"
"Not to be dramatic Light, but I am, quite literally, dying, can you heal me?"
"That's ridiculous--"
"You could focus enough light to seal it together--it should stop the bleeding." Luke supplied.
I shook my head. "No, we're going to get him out of here." I shook my head and got on my feet. I had never used that much power and I wasn't about to start now. I didn't want to have to deal with the consequences. He wasn't going to bleed out so soon.
Maybe it was selfish. Maybe I was just scared. It didn't change the fact that I was not even going to try.
"Luke, make sure he doesn't pass out while I'm gone--" I said wiping my bloody hands on Dark's jacket.
I had to find out how bad this was. Considering how this is all probably my fault.
I walked out of there and went towards the elevator--"Don't move. Don't even think about it." A hand grabbed my mouth from behind.
"Who are you?" The hand left my mouth and grabbed the back of my neck instead.
I faked a sob. If it was a super--which it probably was--I had to somehow convince them I'm harmless. And just this once, I'm going to say the dress helps.
"I knew this was a horrible, horrible idea--I knew we shouldn't have come here--" I cried softly. I felt my stomach churn. Partly because I sorta had an idea of what I'd have to do to get out of this. The soft cries were real.
