Homeless (A Starco Fanfic)

Rescue Me

The lizard smirked, "Oh, and this might hurt a little." he pulled down a lever which set off electricity in table.

[4 days before the war]

Maybe it would have, but Marco Diaz wasn't conscious to find that out. He didn't feel a thing—thankfully—his vision just faded to black. When the teenage boy woke up, he felt rather confused and his head ached. His eyes felt heavy and sore, so he brought his hands up to rub them awake. But his hands didn't follow. Marco's eyebrows furrowed—or in his case they slightly twitched. His eyes averted down to his hands and his face began to pale. He couldn't move. Was this what being paralyzed felt like? What day was it? How long has he been knocked out? Where's Star? All Marco could do was groan in pain and frustration. He had to escape but how was he going to do that if he couldn't lift a finger? His stomach began to grumble. His red hoodie was gone and his face felt uncomfortable. When the Hispanic tried to move his nose or anything else, he realized there was some sort of mask on his face. Strange. He wanted to shake off the thing, but he couldn't find the strength to.

"He's awake!" Marco heard a high pitched voice down the hall of the dungeon.

"Well, knock him out again dummy. Now that the costume is done, master will be pleased if he sees it on the human."

Costume? Marco tried to widen his eyes to get a look but he failed. He struggled, not wanting to be knocked out again and definitely not wanting any monsters to change his clothes. The thought of that made him even more pale in the face.

"Lights out, boy." The high pitched voice was closer now but as soon as Marco tried to peek a look, his vision blurred and he felt himself fade into unconsciousness.

[1 day before the war]

Marco had awoken once again. He was much more uncomfortable this time. It felt as if he was being weighed down by some unknown material. Sweat trickled down his arms and forehead as he looked around the tiny room he had been shoved into. Marco attempted to lift his arm but it felt unusually heavy so he gave up rather quickly. He concluded he was in some sort of outfit or costume with a mask and everything. He had remembered the conversation between the two monsters previously, but trying to put things together as to why they wanted him in a costume made his head hurt even more. What was even more strange was that he didn't feel hunger pains anymore. That stressed him out. What had they fed him? His thoughts were cut off by the sound of voices down the hall. He tried to focus on the whispers.

"Janna! We really shouldn't be down here!" It was Jackie. Jackie and Janna! Marco was free! Once they approached him, they would see him and go get help immediately! This was great news.

Marco shifted his position—or in his case he slid up slightly on the wall he was leaning on. He blinked rapidly and tried to speak. Unfortunately, all that came out of his mouth was a croak.

"It's fine Jackie, it's totally empty down here. See? There aren't any monsters in the—"

"J-Janna," Jackie was pointing, her finger slightly shaking. "What about that one?"

Janna and Jackie were close enough for Marco to correctly focus his gaze on them. His brows twitched when he realized what Jackie was pointing at. She was pointing at him.

"Jeez, I wonder what he did to be locked up like that. Hey dude, got a name?" Janna kept her distance for about 5 seconds before she began to creep towards the "monster".

"Janna no!" Jackie grabbed her arm, "You're nuts, what if it tries to attack us?"

"Don't you feel bad for it? I mean, look at its big ugly face—"