Nothing Left to Lose {Prinxiety}

Chapter 1

Virgil's POV

The world brightens as I sit up. The first thing I notice is my arms, which aside from hurting like hell, are handcuffed to a table. Oh man, I'm in an interrogation room, the one-way window and terrible fluorescents make that obvious enough. Also, my mask has been taken, so the entirety of New Vixen probably already knows my real name. This day just gets better and better, doesn't it? The door opens, letting in a police officer along with the three who brought me in; Delta, Princey, and Popstar. I groan as the officer and Delta sit down opposite me, leaving Princey and Popstar to stand behind them.

(A/N: Figured I'd clarify, Princey is Roman, Popstar is Patton, and Delta is Logan. All kinda obvious but oh well)

Princey puts on an intimidating face, or at least it's supposed to be. With my headache, it just feels more dramatic and patronizing than anything. Delta just stares blankly, like he's trying to read my mind, even though I'm pretty confident that he doesn't have that power. Popstar looks slightly uncomfortable in the room, and is definitely the most friendly-looking of the bunch.

The cop, Daley, organizes some papers before starting. "So Virgil Shaw, aka Anxiety, you're accused of assault, armed robbery, and collaborating with other dangerous villains such as Deceit and the Duke. Any comments on these charges?" He asks condescendingly.

"Well, the fact that I haven't been told my rights is a crime, so..." I trail off, not really in the mood to deal with my arrest. 

"Told ya he wasn't gonna cooperate," Princey comments angrily.

I shoot finger guns at him, just to piss him off more. "You betcha," I responded, hoping he didn't hear the way my voice shook. Janus and Remus already remind me how weak I am, and I don't need the heroes to know it too.

"'Betcha' is not a word," Delta comments under his breath.

"Any comments on the crimes you're being accused of, Mr. Shaw?" Daley presses.

"Sure, I don't agree with those first two," I say honestly. Princey scoffs, how reassuring. Delta and Popstar at least look interested, "I myself have never hurt an innocent person, trust me, I've made sure of that," My anxiety wouldn't let me get away with that without soul-crushing guilt, "Also, aside from my powers, which I can't exactly leave at home, I never robbed a place with a weapon of any kind."

Prince looks about ready to attack me, and Delta is quick to interject. "So you don't deny the accusation of working with the villains Deceit and the Duke?"

"'Work with' implies that I'm actually in on their plans. The only reason I stick around is because helping them allows me to eat three times a day," I say. And great, I'm anxious-talking now, so any question I decide to answer, they'll get a really long and fast one.

My explanation shuts them up for a moment though, "What?" Popstar finally pipes up, looking concerned.

"Surprised you don't know, or maybe you just ignore it. People like you," I gesture to the heroes, ignoring the cop for a moment. "Have it easy while people like me have to struggle for every scrap, just because I was born to the wrong people."

Delta straightens in his seat, keeping his face neutral. Prince looks angry at my excuse, like it's my fault that I have such a strong sense of self-preservation. Popstar at least has the decency to look upset at my explanation.

"That's bullshit," Prince starts, stepping towards me.

"How would you know? You've probably never seen the inside of a homeless shelter, or an orphanage," I fire back, anger taking over, which is still better than anxiety I guess. He seems to think about that for a second, before looking angry again. He's probably just pissed that I'm right.

Before the situation can get any more hostile, Popstar orders everyone out of the room, despite their protests. "Sorry about them kiddo," He starts off, looking a bit nervous. "Is it really that bad in the slums?" Oh right, I almost forgot about the nickname people gave to the poor side of town.

"Yeah, kinda." I admit.

"I'm sorry you had to live like that, along with everyone else there. How are your arms?" Oh crap he noticed. Granted, I hadn't been struggling at all, which was probably more suspicious than anything. Instead of responding, I shrug. He walks back over, sitting down where officer Daley had been. Silently, the hero puts his hands on my forearms. A light blue glow arises and when he pulls his hands away, I realise my arms no longer hurt.

"You shouldn't be helping me, I've done nothing for you" I point out. This guy's kindness is starting to scare me, is it supposed to be some kind of interrogation method?

"Well, I want to, isn't that reason enough?" He asks sweetly, too sweetly.

"That's not a good idea," I mumble. Janus and Remus are gonna show up any minute to break me out and will probably end up kicking the crap out of this guy. Then again if I admit to feeling bad for this puffball, Janus and Remus will kick the sh!t out of me in training.

Suddenly, the lights go out. Right on cue. Popstar starts to panic in the now very dark room. "I should really check that out, but I should probably stay with you...dangit," He says, more to himself than me. He's really too pure to even say dammit? Jeez, how is this guy a superhero again?

The door bursts open, with Remus standing there. "Hey, Anx, we gotta go like now," He suggests, before noticing Popstar standing there. "Well, this might be a problem. Uh...Virgil go!" He shouts at me expectantly. I'm about to question him before I understand what he means. I stare at Popstar, who meets my gaze, and I use my power to temporarily paralyze him. Remus then grabs me, and our surroundings change to what I'm guessing is the alleyway beside the police department. He then grabs a walkie-talkie off of his belt. "Yo, De get out here before I eat your a$$," He shouts into it.

There's a loud crash as the second-story window breaks above us. Janus lands on the ground next to us. "Stop saying sh!t like that before I turn you into the cops myself," He says.

"Welcome back, snakey," He holds out a hand to either of us, waiting for us to take them before teleporting us back to the warehouse.

"Home sweet home," I mumble.

A/N: Yay chapter one is here, I've got like nine of these pre-written just in case writer's block decides to strike. And for future reference, I'll try to upload one chapter a day except for Fridays.