Astrid Stronghold, cousin to Will Stronghold, lost her father to a Sidekick turned Villain and yet she still chose to become a Sidekick. Lash Livingston, Hero turned Villain turned Hero, would do whatever it takes to save Astrid, if she was ever in...
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Damp flooded her nose and provided her with the first indication that she was no longer in her own room, or even in her own home. A cold wind blew through the dark room and she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to savour the last bit of body warmth. Creaking floorboards echoed in her ears and she pondered how a person would manage to find a place like this.
Attempting to stand, she found that her hands were shackled together and her feet shackled to the wall. Dim moonlight filtered through the hole in the ceiling, glinting off the silver of her manacles. Sweat dripped down her face as she attempted to use her intangibility to slip out of the chains. Face turning red, Astrid gasped when her fifth attempt failed. For some reason, the powers she possessed had abandoned her. In the moment she needed them most, she was rendered useless and human.
Adjusting to the darkness she had been plunged in, she could see that the room was completely bare of furniture. Wallpaper peeled from the walls but the pattern had faded with time and weathering. Blankets and pillows had been arranged in the form of a makeshift bed beneath her and a bucket had been pushed in the corner of the room. Features morphing into pure disgust, Astrid realised this was meant to be where she emptied her bowels. Astrid could only just reach it with a foot and she pulled her close enough for to be able to sit on it.
Once she had adjusted to her surroundings, panic began settling in when the reality of the situation hit her. Hyperventilating, Astrid realised she had no idea where she was, how she got there or who was imprisoning her. Did anyone know she was missing? Where was her captor? Why had she been taken? The room began spinning as she felt as if her heart would explode with the severity of its beating. Oxygen failed to reach her lungs and her brain pounded inside her head. Was she dying? Just as she felt she was going to black out, Lash's face was smiling at her.
Wait?!
Lash was her Hero, he would realise she had been taken and he would come and save her. He had vowed that he would always save her. The creaking sound of a door directed Astrid's attention towards the hole that had opened up in the wall. It was too far for her to reach with her shackled ankles. Tensing, she prepared to come face to face with her kidnapper but refused to cower away in fear. Light streamed into the room and the blonde blinked rapidly against the harshness of it.
Glancing up at the dark figure in the doorway, she scoffed in disgust. "I should've known it was you."
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Humming as he walked up the driveway to his neighbour's house, Lash looked forward to the day ahead. Especially if it was a repeat of yesterday morning (obviously before the blast). Knocking in tune to his humming, he smiled at Allison when she greeted him and told him that she hadn't seen Astrid yet so she was probably still getting ready.
Eagerly taking the stairs two at a time, he rapped gently on her door. No response. Knocking once more, he pushed the door open quietly, smiling at the lump under the covers. Someone hadn't woken yet.
