A New Toy
A/N: Oke so I'm trying my hand at throwing my OCs out there, this is just a snippet from a wider novel, but it's very whumpy so I thought yall might enjoy it, and might just convert this wip to a tumblr whump series since I'll probs never finish it lol. Lmk if yall want more!!
TW: Blood, Kidnapping, Magical murder
The Mask hadn’t minded the shifting power in the city. The King had given him an opportunity to kill them all. But that same King also prevented him from doing it himself. When the King fell, there was a disturbing lack of heroes around. Having no one to battle with, no one to torture, left murdering a very boring hobby. But then that beautiful hero organisation sent out a wave of naïve little heroes to fight, and the Mask had someone to play with again.
This one lay unconscious on the floor, his hands shackled behind his back, his magic bound. The Mask smiled at his helpless form and leaned down to pick him up. The boy reacted in an instant, his head slamming upwards to hit the Mask’s. But he just dodged backwards, letting out a laugh at the futile attempt. It was always better when they had spirit.
The Mask gripped their arm and began to drag him to the next room, where the boy’s “trustee sidekick” sat chained to a chair. The boy got the chair next to it. The Mask expertly unshackled and re-shackled his arms to the chair. The boy glared under his mask.
The Mask smiled his unsightly grin and stood back before clicking the cuff on the boy’s left wrist.
“We’re going to play a little game. I’m going to start torturing your little friend here, and we’re going to see how long it takes you to remove your mask and tell me your real name.”
The boy shook his head. The Mask just kept smiling, before pulling a knife from his pocket. The sidekick was immobile, and gagged. Couldn’t have him interfering. The Mask rolled up his sleeve and placed the knife just to the side of a vein. He turned to look at the boy, before slashing the knife across. Eliciting a muffled howl from the sidekick. Blood began to drip on the floor.
The Mask repeated the process, cutting and watching. The boy flinching every time, and turning his head away. Eventually, when the arm was reduced to a bloody mess, the Mask moved to the other arm.
“Please stop,” the boy whispered.
“What was that?” the Mask asked, cutting again.
“Stop, please stop.” The boy reached up with a trembling hand and lifted his mask, slowly, to reveal his bruised face. The face of a kid.
The Mask cocked his head, dropping his knife. “You’re a kid,” he remarked, letting out a chuckle. “They sent me a kid.”
The Mask wrapped his hand around the throat of the sidekick, channeling a spirit into him.
“No!” the boy cried, straining against his bonds as the sidekick’s skin turned grey and his eyes yellow.
The sidekick stopped moving. The Mask turned to the boy.
“What’s your name, boy?” he asked, picking up the blade.
“Lu-Lucas,” he stuttered.
The Mask smiled, grabbing his flailing wrist and shackling it to the arm of the chair, before digging out his phone and taking a photo.
Final A/N: I accidentally posted this to the wrong account, I didn't even know I had another account (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥). I'm tryna move over to firefox and its not going well lmao
