Sean would be in the bathroom, fixing his hair, finally he was be content, waking across the hall, approaching a heavy metal door, his keys clanked against it, as he opened up the door to a dark room, he approached the figure in the middle of the room , pacing around him
"Wh-what do you want with me?" He stuttered. He was confused. If he wanted information, or something like that, why didn't he just kidnap the hero? Ice formed beneath him, which is what happened when he was anxious.
Sean would stay silent, still examining his victim, until after what seemed like forever, “The hero wouldn’t comply” his voice was deep and scratchy. He flicked the lightbulb, making it light up a bit more, “you’re more vulnerable.”
He swallowed nervously, closing his eyes tight, thinking that maybe he would wake up and this would just be a dream. But when he opened them again, he was still in the room with the villain pacing around him. "What do you want?" He repeated,a bit more angrily this time. "Just get to the point."
Does he know the sidekick is being mistreated already?)
(no)
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He would stop pacing, and turn towards his victim, his freckles and hair glowing a light purple, as he charged up, “ with you, I have leverage…”
He remained silent, staring up at the villain, a chill of fear crawling up his spine. His stomach churned, and he felt like he was going to be sick. He would have fought the villain himself but his daggers were nowhere near. He was helpless.
“If only you’re precious owner were here to save you.” He’d stop glowing, and start to pace around again, murmuring to himself, he’d keep circling, his freckles and hair flashing slowly
"He's not my owner," he contradicted. "He's my friend." The pacing started to make him dizzy, and he closed his eyes once more.
“Really, huh. It sure seems like he owns you” he’d keep pacing, changing pace every lap, “he’s always bossing you around, you don’t seem like a friend to him.” He’d stop flashing, exhausted from the power usage
Ok I gotta take a half an hour break, they do t allow phones at the office, I’ll be back after that though, sorry for the inconvenience)
Kris tensed up. He always lied to himself about the hero, telling himself that everything he does is for the best. That all those bruises and scars were just "training". He always did what he was told, and if he didn't…he tried not to think about it. "You don't know anything about him."
(that's fine)
Ok I’m back)
(Welcome back :))
“You seem….unsure” he’d continue pacing, his tone of voice accusing but also soft, “what might it be that you are unsure about..?” He’d pace faster
Also thanks :)
He looked up, his hair falling from in front of his left eye, revealing a large purple bruise. Unable to brush it back over to cover his bruise, there was no way to cover it back up. "Nothing that you need to be concerned about," he said quietly, staring at the ground.
Sean would open his eyes a bit wider, then morphing back to his original expression, “You seem to have a stain across your face, I wonder how you got it.” His tone wasn’t as brash, but he still was rough, pacing back and forth
Kris didn't look at him, instead trying to shake his hair back down over his eyes. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his throbbing head on them. Why did he care about where he got the bruise? The ice beneath him grew as his stress grew, spreading out farther across the floor.
Sean looked down at the pathetic looking victim, noticing the ice, he sighed, “what has he done to you.” He’d still sound brash, but he lowered his voice, he stepped in front of the side kick pulling his head up, “try not too look so pathetic.”
"We were just training," he explained. "That's all." He knew well that it was a lie, but he admit it, especially considering what the hero would do to him if he told.
“I may be weak, but I’m not dumb” he’d grab the boy by the forehead, “tell me, and maybe, just maybe, I can help.” He’d let go stepping back, “ah yes, haven’t you noticed how you’re so called friend, hasn’t showed up to help you?”