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Tommy hit the ground with a barely held back scream of pain. Kicks rained down upon him, feeling like boulders each time his broken rib was hit. The boy figured he could handle them, he just needed a minute to recuperate, even with the kicks. He was fine. It was fine. There was no trouble. Just give him- Give him a minute...Please.
But the 3 criminals above him didn’t give him a moment. No, instead they pulled out a knife.
“How do you think everyone would react when the headline “District 14 vigilante, Theseus, is killed!” is read? You think people will feel sad?” One asked, the skinniest of the three, crouching down and putting a knife near the injured boy’s neck.
Well this suddenly just got a lot worse.
“Nah man, they’ll rejoice! Criminals and heros alike!” A more burly looking man said with a laugh. That kinda hurt...Especially knowing it was true. Ghostbur would...
“Aw man, look ya makin ‘im cry!” The third, the tallest and strongest looking of the three, teased. “What are ya a kid? Suck it up.” He jeered.
And then a sharp pain in his shoulder. One of them had stabbed him in the shoulder. Fun. Fun, fun fu-
This time he couldn’t help the scream that was let out as two knives plunged into his skin,one into his leg and another in his side. Hey! On the bright side! The knife was away from his neck now!
God, he was gonna die. He was actually gonna die here. He was basically pinned from the pain and Ranboo- Oh fuck Ranboo- And Wilbur- And Phil- And- And Techno- And- Oh fuck fuck fuck- he’s gonna die. He didn’t want to die.
“Let’s leave ‘em.” The 2nd man spoke looking down at Tommy’s pathetic figure. He was frozen, black and blue, eyes wide, labored breathing. It really was a pitiful sight to these three men.
“Pfft, I’m kinda with stayin’ here. Watchin’ ‘im bleed out seems appetizing!” The first man, obviously the most crazy of the three, cheered. He immediately got slapped in the back of the head by the third, maybe he was the leader?
“Jesus, what is wrong with ya?” The man asked with a raised eyebrow before looking down at Tommy.
“Let’s leave em.” He said. “It’s not like he has any heroes to call, he’s a vigilante.” He hummed before walking out the dark alley. The other two followed behind, the crazy one laughing the whole way out. The injured vigilante- no child- just grinned thankfully. The buff bastard had reminded him of the button.
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But, did he really need it? No, he was fine, right?
The boy struggled to get up, collapsing a few times, before he managed to lean on the wall. Yep, fine. He can get up so he’s fine, alright? That’s how that works, obviously.
Tommy took a single step and pain came jolting up his leg and caused him to fall down, right onto his head too, hard. Fortunately or unfortunately depending on the person, he also fell down right onto the button, accidentally pushing it and alerting three heroes..
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Ghostbur grumbled as he stood on top of a roof, arms crossed. Why did he have to come to the 14th District? This was Blade’s area, not his. What if he runs into a vigilante? He arrests them on the spot, ya know? So why would Blade send him here when he knows about Theseus, who the pink haired hero seems to care about.
The bitter hero was brought out of his thoughts by a low buzzing and red light on his crime indicator...thing….He never really knew what Sam called it- Wait, that’s not important. He saw a red dot in some alleyway near 16th street and sighed. Figuring it was crime instead of Theseus’s panic button, he quickly made his way over to the street. Hopping down into the dark alleyway, he saw nothing at first. That somehow made him be on alert even more, well, until he tripped over something.
“sHIT-” He yelped as he fell to the bloody ground. Not his finest mome- Wait, bloody? The hero pushed himself off the ground and looked at the blood pool that led to a certain blond haired vigilante.
“...Theseus?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. The man stood up from the ground and walked to crouch in front of the vigilante.
“Hey. Hey Theseus, you good? I don’t help vigilantes, y’know? I just arrest ‘em.” Ghostbur huffed with poorly concealed worry in his tone. Though, what if this was a trap? What if-
“Aren’t heroes supposed to help people?” A raspy voice muttered, familiar blue eyes looking at him through cracked goggles.
“Damn, what happened to you?” Ghostbur asked with a raised eyebrow.
“....D’...Dun’remember…” He murmured, turned his head away from the hero.
“Hey, hey, look at me.” The hero said, tapping the vigilante’s shoulder. Bad idea. The man- no, no, that was a kid’s scream echoing throughout the alleyway.
This guy was a kid? What the fuck is a kid doing out here? He must be around Tommy’s age too, oh god. Fuck- He’s not supposed to care but- Theseus is right- Heroes are supposed to help people...Besides, this guy is a kid. Kids aren’t supposed to be vigilantes...They’re supposed to be living their lives not being beat up daily and worrying if they’ll die or not. Shit. Shit.kid? What the fuck is a kid doing out here? He must be around Tommy’s age too, oh god. Fuck- He’s not supposed to care but- Theseus is right- Heroes are supposed to help people...Besides, this guy is a kid. Kids aren’t supposed to be vigilantes...They’re supposed to be living their lives not being beat up daily and worrying if they’ll die or not. Shit.
“Hey?” Ghostbur, no Wilbur, said softly. That’s when Wil realized, this was just Wilbur now, trying to help a child in need, no Ghostbur. No malice towards vigilantes.
The kid, who can’t be older than 18, possibly younger than that, looked up at Wilbur.
“Hm..?” He hummed, obviously disoriented.
“I’m gonna take you to the tower, alright? We have medical supplies there.” The adult said softly, before picking up the teen, not jostling him too much. It still caused him to cry out and whimper in pain a bit.
“I’m sorry kid, it’ll be all better soon though okay?” He said softly, as he carried the teen out the alleyway. Familiar, blood matted, golden locks were revealed as the teen’s hood fell off. Suddenly everything clicked together. The familiar blue eyes behind the goggles, those golden locks, the scream of a kid. It all made sense now….
“....Tommy?”
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Techno sighed as he and Phil wrapped up the meeting with the Dream Team (-Dream) when both of them got a certain alert that caused a bit of panic.
“Thesus is hurt.” Phil said, worried. Techno snorted a bit, the worried look on his face barely concealed.
“Obviously, Phil. Though, there is a possibility it was just an accident.” The pink haired hero said, offering safe alternatives. Not wanting to believe that Theseus, a vigilante of few- actually no words that he had only met a few times but somehow still cared for, was fatally injured.
“Maybe... Oh fuck- Is Wil on the way there?” Phil asked, suddenly alarmed. Techno perked up and immediately pulled out his phone to call Wilbur. |
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No answer.
“Ah shit.” Techno muttered.
“Ah shit indeed…” Phil agreed with a sigh, pushing his blond bangs out of his face.
“Maybe try again?” The old man said as they two raced to the younger hero’s car.
“Yeah, I’ll try once we get in the car. Come on.” Techno said, urging Phil to go faster. The two eventually got to the car, regrettably they were on one of the higher floors so it took so painfully long to get to the car.
As soon as they pulled out of the garage of the tower Techno called Wil once again, his phone connecting to the bluetooth.
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The two shared a glance.
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“Techno? Thank fuck- Oh god- I don’t- I don’t know what to do Tech-” Wilbur said, hysterically. Normally he wouldn’t sound like this but- but this was Tommy. Normally he wouldn’t sound like this but- but this was Tommy. His Tommy. The one that had quickly grown to become a sort of little brother.
Another glance between the older two heroes and Phil was speaking.
“Wil, what’s goin’ on?” The old man asked in a soft tone.
“Phil! Phil! It’s- It’s Tommy.” Wilbur’s panicked voice ended with a whisper.
“Tommy? Shit, what happened to ‘im?” Techno asked.
“Tommy- Tommy, he’s Theseus-” Wilbur started.
“hEH?!” Techno exclaimed. He learned ASL ( or BSL, whichever one These-Tommy is using) for nothing- Wait, Tommy is enhanced.
“Wait what?’ Phil said, blinking.
“He’s- He’s hurt. Badly. He has three stab wounds...Side, leg, shoulder. The one on his side and leg both are really bad, I think the leg one hit an artery- And his head. I think he has a concussion or something? He’s disoriented and doesn’t even realize he’s bleeding out.” Wilbur explained, panic laced throughout his tone.
“Okay….That’s bad…..” Techno said, hands clenching around the wheel as his foot pressed harder against the gas pedal. Ah, was that a red light? Oh well.
“No shit, Tech…” Wil said softly.
“...Where are you Wil?” Phil asked, looking in the glove compartment of the car, knowing he had stashed some medical supplies in there in case Techno got injured.
“14th District, on the corner of 16th street.” The hero said, shuffling and whimpers could be heard over the bluetooth.
“Hey, Hey...Tommy it’s okay…” Wilbur said in a comforting voice.
“..hurts..” A small voice came from over the phone. One that almost didn’t sound like Tommy...Tommy was always so loud and boisterous even when his arm was broken on his first day, he hadn’t been like this.
“I know Toms, I know…” Wilbur comforted, he was probably running his hands through the blood soaked hair.
“Wil, ask Tommy what hurts. He may have more injuries than we think.” Phil advised and the younger listened.
“...’ead...leg’n…..’ide...sh’l’d’r……...si-.......’ide ‘ones..” Was the answer. Ah, Techno seems to be going 90mph in a 60mph zone...Whoops.
“ ‘ide ‘ones..? Oh shit- side bones? Do you mean ribs, Toms?” Wilbur asked, a small nervous laugh came through.
“...’eah!” Tommy said, cheerfully.
“Hey, we’re in 12th district right now….Be there innnn….5 minutes.” Techno hummed.
“Tech-” Phil started, grabbing onto that little handle bar on the side of the inner car.
“How are you gonna get through 13th district in 5 minutes- Techno. Techno, I swear if you crash.” Wilbur said, although he said nothing to stop him unlike Phil was in the background.
“You better not drive like this on the way to the hospital.” Both Phil and Wilbur said at the same time, causing Techno to only chuckle.
After five minutes, Techno’s car pulled up and Phil came racing out to help Wilbur with Tommy.
“God..” Phil said, after they sat Tommy down in the back of the car. As Phil sat down, leaning the boy against him as his legs rested across Wilbur’s lap.
The old man ran his fingers through Tommy’s hair as the brown haired hero realized just how much of the youngest’s blood on him. He let out a shuddered breath as he picked up the medical kid that had been thrown in the back earlier. He carefully started to wrap the teen’s injured leg up as Phil started to speak.
“Good job pressin’ the button Tommy...We all know how you are..” Phil joked, although he was really proud of Tommy for reaching out for help. Distantly the teen below him had a small smile on his face. Actually thankful he had accidentally pressed that button. Ahh, but Phil didn’t have to know.
The teen fell asleep rested against Phil, feeling safer than he ever has, even if he was bleeding out.
Soon enough, Techno got to the hospital in the 14th district in record time. Pretty sure there’s some cops behind him too but ehhhhh. It’s fine. Tommy’s safer now… and he can easily pay off the speeding ticket.
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A bit later he did exactly that as Tommy shouted in amazement from his hospital bed at just how fast Techno was going in that car.
“You have to take me when I’m awake next time.” The blond grinned.
“May-” Techno was cut off by Wilbur and Phil’s instant shouts of “NO!” They looked a bit traumatized from that car ride, causing the pink haired and younger blond to start laughing.