forum Mistakes Made In the Dark (Superhero One-on-One) (Closed?)

Started August 15, 2018 by @rot-baby-rot!

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"How old are you?" Carter said, looking over him. "You seem around my age. What classes are you in?"

"Twenty six. Major in creative writing. Why?" He asked, tilting his head curiously. He picked at the end of his costume, trying to not be awkward.

"And you're still in college?" Carter asked, raising his eyebrows once more.

"I changed my major a few times." He lied. No way he was telling him the whole story now.

((Can I please give him a really minor tragic backstory?))

Carter hummed in response. “Are you hungry?” He asked, changing the subject. “This would be easier if you were.”

He nodded shyly. "Kinda, yeah." He admitted. Honestly, he kinda did forget to eat earlier…

"Good." Carter said, coldly. He grabbed something from behind him on the table and brought it over, crouching down. "So, Spir-Denzel, we're going to play a little game." He revealed a plate of pizza and held it under Denzel's nose. "You tell me what you know about the Legion, and I'll let you eat this."

"…Okay, I probably should've seen that coming." Denzel said, sighing. "But you really think I'm selling them out for pizza?" He said, giving his a look. "Seriously, pizza's good, but not worth betrayal."

"I'm not an idiot." Carter said, placing the slice down. "I'm trying to be nice. You can tell me what you know and get some food, or I can burn the answers out of you and you can starve here until tomorrow. It's your choice."

He viciously shook his head. "Nope. Not happening. When Harry Potter becomes Death Eater. When Percy Jackson sides with Kronos. Never. Gonna. Happen."

"Fine. Have it your way." Carter stood up and reached into his back pocket. "You have a pretty face, Denzel. It'll be a shame to have to ruin it." He took out a lighter and crouched back down. He held it up to Denzel's cheek. "Tell me what you know," he repeated, "and I won't do it."

"No." He said said sternly, trying to pull away. He shook slightly. He never really liked fire, but he sighed a contract. He'd lose everything if he broke it.

"Spirit," Carter said firmly, "Denzel. I don't want to hurt you, and you don't want to be hurt. I just need you to tell me what you know. No one will know what you said, I promise."

He shook his head, still struggling. "No. No no no no." He braced himself.

Carter sighed and pulled the lighter away from his face, only to place it against his palm instead. He lit it, smelling the burning flesh almost immediately. He pulled it away quickly. Denzel's hand wasn't on fire, though it was badly burned. "Are you going to talk now?"

Denzel shook his head, biting his tongue. it hurt like hell, but he wasn't going to give the satisfaction. He did, however, let a small hiss of pain escape.

"Spirit, don't be idiotic. You team isn't one made up of good people. You'll be doing the world a service by telling me." Carter insisted.

"No." He said stubbornly. "You're- you're lying." He stuttered, managing to pull his hand back. He cradled it against his chest protectively.

"How am I the one lying?" Carter asked, staring at him incredulously. "I'm not the one who captured and experimented on people, am I? I'm not the one who forced innocent people into hiding, or the one who forced those people to the point of no return, am I? They're the ones who lied to you, not me."

"They- they didn't! They would never-" He stopped. "They wouldn't. They'd never to that." His voice dropped, suddenly. "They wouldn't…"

"What do you know about me, Spirit?" Carter asked, standing up once more. "You can say you know me as a villain, but do you really? Or do you just know what they told you?"

"I-" He fell silent. Did he know anything? He scrunched up.

"They're not good people, Denzel. I can promise you that. My fight was never against you, it was against them." Carter said. He put the lighter back into his pocket. "You don't even know the half of who they are."