forum Superhero Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Vaughn huffed, tucking his gun away. He gave the guard a look of warning as if letting him know that he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him if he tried anything. “What’s this plan of yours, Avery?” He asked.

"You're going to need to put his uniform on, Vaughn," Avery started, flashing him a look that showed that there would be no arguing on that point. "Then, we'll take the truck to whatever hideout they really use, since this one is obviously just to get people off their tracks, and the rest of us will pretend to be prisoners. Well… We might need another guard to pull that off, actually…"

Element sighed. "Avery I really hope this works." she said.

“And that’s where I come in? Better be careful with that one, a wanted man being a guard? Unheard of, but we should be fine,” Vaughn said, glancing at the man.

Avery shrugged and said, "Yeah, I do, too. Otherwise… I really don't know what we're going to do…"

"What to you want me to do?" Element asked.

"I don't think they'll really care, seeing as you wouldn't even tell us that you were in a million different news papers," Avery turned to him and raised an eyebrow, peeved at his attitude. "I had to ask Oscar to search your name just to find that out."

( lol I'll just ask again )
"What do you want me to do?" asked Element.

"Uh. You'll need to put a pair of handcuffs on again, and so will the rest of us who aren't going to be guards," replied Avery, smiling sheepishly.

Element stopped her fiddling. She stopped breathing. She had to put those cuffs on again? They made her feel… sick. Awful. Useless. She released a breath, and climbed into the truck, grabbing some new ones. Fastening them on, she felt her powers drain. She fought tears. I will not cry. she thought, blinking them back.

Vaugh’s exression went cold and his jaw tensed. ‘So they call me a serial killer like the rest? I should have known,’ he thought. “I need a minute alone,” He said sharply and walked away towards a closeby patch of woods. He inhaled and exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair.

Avery's gaze shifted back and forth between Element, who looked sick as she put the handcuffs on, and Vaughn, who had walked away looking angry. She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it again as she realized that she had nothing to say.

What just happened? she wondered. Should I help Element, or go after Vaughn?

"Go get Vaughn." Element said with a sniffle. "I'm just being a baby." she said with a small laugh.

Vaughn slipped through the tree line, ducking under branches and stepping over bushes. “This is exactly why I don’t get involved with other people,” he muttered to himself, feeling overwhelmed with anger.
After getting a good distance away he took out his gun, unloading a cartridge into the trunk of a tree, the bullets thumping into the wood.

"Um, okay. If you say so," Avery said hesitantly. She gave Element a quick hug, then ran off after Vaughn.

"Vaughn!" she shouted into the trees as she raced after him. "Vaughn, wait."

As Element watched Avery run, she suddenly heard gunshots. What the…

Vaughn was sat up against the tree, its trunk looking battered and half ripped apart from the bullets. His chin was rested on one of his knees as his other was stretched out, almost like a child. But this made sense to him, as he did happen to have his childhood ripped away.
He looked at Avery sharply as she approached. “I wasn’t aware that alone time included a plus one,” he muttered.

Avery's eyes flicked from the Vaughn to the tree, then back again, before she sat down next to him. She didn't speak, just sat quietly as she stared through the trees.

The gun was still in his hand, but it was empty and his grip on it was loose. He did various breathing exercises, counting along with his breaths in his head.

Reaching over Vaughn, Avery gently took the gun from his hand and set it on the ground. She leaned back against the tree and closed her eyes, waiting for him to speak.

Vaughn would have normally protested, but he allowed her to take the gun. “Which piece did you hear about me?” He asked quietly. “The part damning me to hell for being an alleged serial killer, or the part where I should be put into a mental facility because of childhood trauma?”

Avery opened her eyes and stared at Vaughn in shock. "I- I read everything," she stuttered. "But you have proved yourself to be more than a killer, Vaughn. You're seriously trying to help people, and I get that. It's just… Your methods aren't very… socially acceptable, I guess."

“Socially acceptable,” Vaughn said slowly to himself. “The murdering of families isn’t socially acceptable either, they all don’t get life in prison to rot like I would.”
His fists clenched, thinking about how his father would get out soon.