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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Something weird happened. Well, considering how almost everything is weird when you've been locked up in a cell long enough, I'd say this was a 5? Yeah, that seems right.
I felt a knocking on one of my walls. If I didn't know any better I would've concluded that it was a neighboring cell trying to make contact.
But it wasn't. Cell walls didn't touch. Not here. There's something reassuring about even knowing that someone's on the other side of your wall. A comfort in the loneliness. Just knowing that you're not alone. Knowing that someone was right next to you, broken to the same extent even? There was hope. That maybe if you had each other's backs you'd survive? Maybe if they made it, you would too?
Super Tower simply couldn't allow that. Hope. Or even the faintest hint of it, in the mind of a prisoner. It was enough to survive. Survival was not a concept considered to be in order with the spirit of what it meant to be a Superhero.
The soft, calming knocking continued. Slowly turning into melodious, desperate fist slamming.
The door slid open.
"Fucking finally." And I saw the only person I really wanted to see.
"Maze!" I jumped to my feet and wrapped myself around him.
He didn't hold me back.
"I'm sorry, Len." His voice cracked.
"No, don't say that, you're here now, I'm so glad you're here now."
"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, I'm sorry I didn't come over when you asked me to, I--I got hung up here, and I didn't know--I didn't know--" he broke down into soft, desperate sobs.
"What?" I whispered. "Hey, come sit down." I took him to my bed and sat him down next to me.
"I can't get you out." He cried. Embarrassed.
"Hey, that's okay, I didn't expect to get out." I lied.
"It's not Dark's fault, he was only trying to help you. He's devastated. He didn't know what he was doing, that stupid fucking idiot." He said, wiping his tears and holding my hand that wasn't in a cast.
"It's my fault. I trusted him." I said, squeezing his fingers.
"Your hand." He looked down on my injured hand.
"Painkillers are friends. Not food." I giggled.
"They're looking into the Felicity thing."
"Oh, right. Moment of weakness. She'll handle herself." I waved it off, nonchalantly. Unwilling to let my guilt ruin this momentous occasion. Maze was here. That's all that mattered.
He held me suddenly, he pulled himself close to me and whispered softly in my ear. "He'll break you out of here."
