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The sky was a stark sort of blue, without a single cloud. Not even the nice, puffy white ones, just a vast, endless, blue.
Tommy lazily peeled his eyes away from the sky as he felt the cool steel press against his skin.
He was sure the man holding him was yelling something, by the way the heroes took a step back.
He was being held tightly by the hair, a knife pressed against his throat. His hands loosely gripped his captor’s sleeve, trying desperately to loosen the ruthless grip on his hair.
A hero took a step forward, and Tommy managed to read his lips.
“Let him go,” the heroes covered his mouth with his hand for a moment and Tommy couldn’t tell what he said. Then he moves his hand and Tommy gleamed his words again. “We won’t harm you.”
His captor must have yelled something back, and he felt the blade begin to draw blood.
Tommy wasn’t that concerned. Already, he could feel the wound healing. He’d probably only die if the guy sliced his head clean off.
He looked back up at the too-blue sky. Or, he tried to.
There was someone in the way.
Three someone’s.
He watched them drop to the ground. All of them wore masks, and Tommy found himself cursing the fact that he couldn’t see their mouths. He recognized them, though.
They were the top three villains in the city— probably in the whole world.
And for some reason, they were staring at him.
Honestly, it was more likely they were staring at the knife guy, but Tommy liked to flatter himself.
All of a sudden, the knife to his throat fell away.
He blinked, and turned around.
Blood spattered across his face, painting him red.
A dagger was buried in the throat of the man behind him.
Tommy didn’t scream. He couldn’t.
But his eyes went wide with terror and he stumbled back, falling hard on the concrete.
He looked back at the heroes, who looked just as frozen in shock as he did.
He looked to the villains, and saw them nearing him.
Fuck.
He shouldn’t probably run.
But the image of the blood, spurring from the wound— it made Tommy’s legs shake and paralyzed his whole body like a lucid dream.
Siren, Tommy recognized him, kneeled in front of Tommy.
Oh fuck. Was he saying something?
Did he expect Tommy to respond?
Should he just nod? That was usually safe, but what if Siren had asked if he knew the knife man? Or maybe Siren had asked if he was working with the guy—
Tommy didn’t move a muscle, staring mortified into Siren’s mask.
Luckily, something whizzed past his face. A boomerang.
It seemed like the heroes had finally started to move, and one of them seized his arm and hauled him out of harms way, down an alley and away from the fight.
Tommy watched the hero go, then looked up to the sky. It was turning orange, so Tommy should probably head home.
-
“I’m fucking telling you! I compelled the kid, I know I did! I said, ‘stand up and walk away’. And he just sat there! Staring right into my face!” Wilbur was fuming, chopping carrots angrily for the salad.
“Maybe your powers are broken.” Suggested Techno. “He was a little odd though. He looked pretty calm until I killed that traitor.”
“Maybe he was like,” Wilbur paused, searching for the proper words. “In shock, then you scared him out of shock, then he went back into it.”
Phil chuckled.
“Don’t laugh! This is serious! That kid resisted my power!” Wilbur almost cut his finger, and Techno confiscated the knife.
“It was probably a fluke.” Was all Techno could offer. “So stop whining. My ears are going to fall off.”
“At least I don’t traumatizes kids.” Wilbur muttered bitterly.
“You probably do! And I saved his life, he should be grateful.”
“Hmph. I’m gonna find that kid.” Wilbur decided. “And prove it was just a fluke!”