forum Superhero Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“Let’s get this over with,” Vaughn murmured, keeping his head lowered slightly as he began walking towards the entrance.

Vaughn's voice snapped Avery out of her thoughts. She cast a glance at Dylan and motioned for him to follow as she got out of the car. Walking quickly to catch up with Vaughn, she didn't notice the curb right in front of her. She tripped, catching herself with her hands, which got fairly scrapped up in the process.

Great. Just what we need right now, she thought, glaring at her hands as she picked herself back up, a clutz who can't even walk properly.

Vaughn stopped and looked over at her. “Are you okay?” He asked when they began to walk again, now into the hospital.

"I'm fine," Avery muttered, still looking at her hands. Her palms were scraped pretty badly and had started to bleed, with bits of gravel still stuck to them.

Vaughn saw the condition of her hands, but if she said she was fine, then he wouldn’t push on the matter. “Do you know what room your friend is in?” He asked in a low tone. It was obvious that he didn’t feel safe in the hospital at all. His thoughts screamed at him to turn around and run away from the crowded area, but he did his best to ignore it. It’s just the illness making me feel like this, I’m fine here, he reminded himself mentally, taking a few deep breaths.

Avery nodded. "Number 143. It's on the left of the hallway. The room should say 'Scarlet Westfield' on the door."

Vaughn nodded and checked a directory, heading down a hallway to an elevator.

(Cool. Here it is:

"You… are mine," he breathed, running calloused fingers through her hair.

She shuddered, longing to suppress the feeling of fear that was taking her over. "No. I am not yours," she said, her voice shaking with that unsuppressed fear. "I am a daughter of the one true King, and He will get me out of this place."

He stiffened at the mention of the King but quickly shook it off, chuckling quietly. "Oh, no, darling. Haven't you heard?" a sinister smile lifted the corners of his lips, causing her to shiver. "The King doesn't reign in these parts anymore. At least, not your King. Around here, I am king, and there is nothing anyone could ever do to save you.")

Walking quickly, Avery passed Vaughn, leading the two men to her friend's room. She checked the number of each door she passed: 139. 140. 141. 142. 143. Finally.

Opening the door a crack, she popped her head in. A tall blonde lay on a bed with IVs in her arms. She looked up and smiled when she saw Avery.

"Come in, please! I'm bored out of my mind here!" the girl exclaimed, her hazel eyes bright as she looked at her friend.

Avery smiled and stepped in. "Hi, Scarlet. Glad to see you're doing well. I've got a couple of people who want to meet you if that's okay?"

Scarlet nodded, and Avery gestured for the guys to come in.

Vaughn slipped into the room, taking the annoying glasses off and stuffing them away. He nodded in a sort of greeting, his jaw clenched tightly.

Dylan came invisible into the room, walking to the other side of the bed from the door. He didn't say anything, just smiled and waited for Avery to notice he wasn't behind her.

"Scarlet, this is Vaughn," Avery gestured to the tense-looking man as she introduced him, then turned to do the same for Dylan. She frowned when she didn't see him, then cast a quick glance around the room. "Okay, Dylan, where'd you go?"

Vaughn looked at Scarlet, his eyes narrowed sharply. Every part of him was telling him to lash out at her. She let Sam’s father take him, he would be alive if it wasn’t for her, a voice that didn’t sound like his own hissed in his mind. He clenched his fists and turned his head away from her, concentrating on the tiles on the floor.

Not going to be on today; homeschool conference.

(I'm back…)

Scarlet looked at Vaughn, noticing the hard look he wore on his face, then gave Avery a questioning look.

I'm sorry, Avery thought with a shrug. He can be pretty difficult sometimes, but we need him for a mission.

Giving Vaughn a pity-filled look, Scarlet nodded, hearing the thoughts of all the minds in the room.

"I'm sorry about Sam," she whispered.

Dylan listened intently, but didn't say anything, nor did he reveal himself.

Did she hear him coming? He thought to himself, Can she hear me?

“It wasn’t your fault,” Vaughn responded, but the words felt like a dry lie in his mouth. It could have been her fault. Hell, it was probably his fault too.

(I'm sorry I haven't been on! I wasn't able to be on my computer all day yesterday.)

"Yes, I can hear you," Scarlet said, seemingly to no one. "I don't know where you are, but I know you're here in this room."