#ailesswhumptoberday5

[tsubaki94]

5 Hostage/ Kidnapping/ held at gunpoint

Ai-less Whumptober

#danny phantom #art #fanart #Vlad #vlad plasmius #maddie fenton #Maddie #hostage #kidnapping #held at gunpoint #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday5 #ghost portal #fenton portal #lag #ghost #promarker #ink

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Day 5 - Held at Gunpoint/Hostage

I couldn't help myself at this point. Starting a new little thing for whumptober!! New little mini-series!

Ping list: @ailesswhumptober and @whumperofworlds

TWs: hostage situation, guns, robbery, kidnapping, threats of collars

Maybe his mom was right, Mariano thought. Maybe bad things did happen in threes. At this point, it was almost funny.

He felt the hard metal press to the side of his head and took a deep breath. If he walked out of this bank alive he'd have quite a story for his therapist. "All you have to do is relax and do what I say, and you'll be fine." The man said. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"I understand." Mariano said. His heart was racing as the man looped an arm around his neck. At least, Mariano thought, if the guy had a shaky trigger finger then it wouldn't be his problem for very long.

"I've got you big guy. Just don't do anything stupid." The robber said, calling back towards his partners. "Hurry the fuck up, Tommy, the police are probably just a minute or two away!"

"Jasper--you fucking took a hostage?"

"I need to make sure the guards don't do anything stupid!"

"Well now he's coming with us, since we're gonna get charged with kidnapping anyway!"

Mariano felt himself get tugged along. "Actually, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't get kidnapping if you just let me go now--" He tried before Jasper, the one with the arm around his neck, tightened his hold to cut him off.

"Shut up." He snarled into Mariano's ear. They hauled him to the back, through the emergency exit, and towards a little sedan with someone already sitting in the front seat. He was shoved inside and onto the floorboards, and Jasper climbed inside, one foot planted on his upper back and one on his thigh.

The driver sent the car screeching out onto the street and Mariano grimaced as they lurched and swung around. They didn't know how to handle a car with an engine like this one--it'd be a miracle if they didn't fishtail at least once. At least if they crashed, he wouldn't go through the windshield.

"What're we even gonna do with him?" The driver barked. "Kill him? Because I'm not about to do that."

"If anyone kills me you'll all be charged with murder." Mariano spoke up. "Even if you didn't kidnap me to kill me. You might get lucky and get second degree with a plea deal though."

"I'm not about to be charged with any degree of murder!" The driver squawked, throwing the car into a turn too quickly. Mariano felt the chassis roll and threaten to tip over. "You fucking idiots, why didn’t you just leave him?!"

"I tried!" Tommy shouted, his voice filling the small space. "Jasper fucked us!"

"Shut up!" Jasper shouted louder. He pressed down on Mariano's back with his foot, forcing a wheeze out of him. "It doesn't fucking matter anymore, we can't un-kidnap him. Do we still have that shit from your dog, Darrel?"

"Uh, I think so? Jasper--shit, you aren't gonna put--" Darrel, the driver said.

"If he behaves, it won't even hurt him, and it'll give us time to think." Jasper growled. "Now Darrel, slow the fuck down so we don't get pulled over before we swap cars. And you," He started unbuckling his belt. "Hands above your head, palms together. You are gonna be quiet and not try anything, 'cause I can hit a beer can from a hundred yards away with this gun."

Mariano took a breath and did as he was told. He felt leather wind around and around his hands. The pressure from the boots never let up. No sense in destroying goodwill on an escape attempt that might just get him shot or turned into a smear on the road anyway. He was going to just have to wait and see what he was working with.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday5 #day 5 #held at gunpoint #hostage #mage of violence #bank robbers arc #Modern au

[therulerofallpotatos]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams & Bianca Barclay & Ajax Petropolus, Tyler Galpin & Ajax Petropolus Characters: Ajax Petropolus, Wednesday Addams, Tyler Galpin, Bianca Barclay, Xavier Thorpe Additional Tags: Post-Canon, POV Outsider, POV Ajax Petropolus, Canon-Typical Violence, Dark Xavier Thorpe, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, BAMF Ajax Petropolus, Stoner Ajax Petropolus, Good Friend Ajax Petropolus, Wednesday Addams & Ajax Petropolus Friendship, Kidnapping, ailesswhumptober 2023 day five, Snakes, casual nudity, Hyde Tyler Galpin, Protective Tyler Galpin, Protective Ajax Petropolus, Murder, this was entirely based on a dream i had and it's almost vertabim how it happened in my dream, Siren Influence, I don't know how to tag that, angst with a happy ending Series: Part 6 of AI-Less Whumptober 2023 Summary:

Ajax didn’t like hurting people. He lived every day doing everything he could not to slip up and stone someone. The idea of looking at his friends and turning them into stone was one of his worst nightmares.

He would learn that there were worse things to worry about the hard way.

OR

Xavier kidnapped Wednesday, Ajax, and Bianca and things escalated to the point where turning to stone may not have been the worst thing to happen to you. Ajax would do anything to protect his friends, and he was about to prove it.

Words:    4,851 Chapters:    1/1

Here it is!! Day five of whumptober! The theme is kidnapping and I’ve been saving this one in my notes for months. I was convinced I wouldn’t have it done in time, so I’m really extra happy to have it for y’all today. Please enjoy!

#tyler x wednesday #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #wednesday netflix #wednesday fanfic #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday5 #kidnapping #wyler #weyler #ajax petropolus #Wednesday is Ajax's friend-in-law which makes Tyler his friend-in-law's boyfriend #anti xavier thorpe #i didn't write this to bash him or anything i just figured yall in that tag might like this #on both sides tbh #i've read a dark tyler in my time for fun too

[lilac-gold]

Held at Gunpoint

AI-less Whumptober: Day 5 Hostage | Kidnapping | Held at gunpoint @ailesswhumptober

Fandom: OMORI Rating: Teen Word Count: 2722 Summary: Someone’s got a gun at Hero and Kel’s school. Kel should be concerned for himself, but all he can think about is his brother. AO3 LINK

Gym was Kel’s favourite class. It didn’t require any tricky remembering, or instant understanding, or deep thought. He could just run, and run, and let his legs do the work, feeling a comforting burn arise within them. He sped down the track with ease, letting his mind wander as other 9th grade students struggled behind him. Kel wasn’t quite sure why they found gym so hard. It was way easier than Math or Science. You just had to keep moving.

Kel looped around again, easily overtaking Mikhael, who let out an outraged cry. “Hi, Mikhael!” Kel greeted brightly, waving before sprinting ahead again and calling over his shoulder, “bye, Mikhael!”

“It’s the Maverick!”

But Kel paid the shout no heed, simply continuing to run. Inhale, pause, exhale. It was a steady rhythm, slow in comparison to the pace of his legs. Kel enjoyed matching his lungs with his legs. It made everything seem more normal– righter, somehow. During gym, he didn’t have to think about anything, be that schoolwork, his parents’ disappointment, or how Hero was naturally, effortlessly so much better than him.

Then, an alarm sounded, and that tranquility was destroyed.

“Active shooter,” A voice called out from the speakers in the gym, and Kel’s heart leapt into his throat. “This is not a drill.”

His gym teacher, Pluto, immediately began ushering everyone underneath the school bleachers, but Kel didn’t pay attention to him. The alarm whirred around his brain, panic surging through him. 

“What are you doing, you idiot?!” Mikhael hissed from somewhere behind him, and a hand started dragging him towards the bleachers. The grip wasn’t very strong, and Kel could easily break away from it if he wanted to, but his mind was too blurred with fear to even try to resist. Where was the shooter? Would everyone be okay?

Would Hero?

At the thought of his brother, Kel’s mouth turned as dry as a desert. Discreetly as he could, he pulled out his phone. He wasn’t the only one, students around him dialling the police or their parents. They were supposed to be quiet, to stay hidden as Mr Pluto began frantically barricading the door. Kel sent one message to his brother. Then two. Then three. Still no response, so with his breath catching in his throat, Kel pressed the call button.

After a few terrifying seconds, Hero answered, and Kel just barely held in a sob of relief. “Hero,” he exhaled deeply, trying to catch his bearings. They were running away too fast for even him to keep up.

“Kel?! Where are you, are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?!” Hero’s desperate voice whispered through the phone, sounding almost hysterical. Hero always had been a worrier. Kel supposed that now, it was justified.

“I’m fine, the shooter’s not here,” Kel took in another shuddering breath. “I’m in the gym.”

Then, Hero said a word that he would never be allowed to say at home, and Kel couldn’t stop his gasp. Hero never swore.

“Just– just stay calm, okay, Kel?” Hero told him, sounding even more panicked. “I’m coming.”

“Wh– no!” Kel exclaimed, earning him a few furious glances from those who weren’t too far-gone in their panicking. He hurriedly lowered his voice, “stay where you are, Hero!”

Then, the speakers crackled to life again, and a different, younger voice sounded out. This one was bitter, resentful; a far cry from the scared voice of the lady who worked the front office.

“I’m looking for Hero Montoya,” it spat, pure hatred seething through its tone. “Hand him over, and nobody needs to get hurt.”

Pure terror crashed into Kel like a wave, drowning him in its depths. He clung to his phone like a lifeline, feeling hot tears begin to slip down his face. At the silence from the other end, his heart rate spiked. “Hero?!”

“I– I’m here,” Hero said, audibly petrified. “I don’t–”

There was a bang through the phone. Kel flinched, and Mikhael jumped beside him. Kel hadn’t even realised he was listening in.

“Hero?!” Kel half-screamed, his voice a strangled, incomprehensible garble.

“I’m okay,” Hero said quietly. His breaths were quicker than they should be. Distantly, Kel noticed that his were too. 

Another bang. Kel jumped, trembling, and he heard Hero gasp on the other side of the line at the sound of it. He couldn’t stay like this.

“Where are you?” Kel queried, trying to play it off as a casual question.

Hero didn’t buy it. “Kel, no.”

Kel scoured his brain for any memory of his brother’s timetable, until it clicked. “Biology, right? Top floor, with Dr Marina?”

Hero’s silence was enough of an answer.

“Okay,” Kel said simply, a sort of unnatural calm washing over him. He should still be freaking out, sobbing and panicking like the other students. He wasn’t. Suddenly, everything made perfect sense.

“Don’t you dare–” Hero hissed eventually, only to be cut off by another shot. Kel’s heart leapt in panic. “I– I’m still here, Kel.”

“Good,” Kel sucked in another breath through his teeth. “That’s good. I’ll– I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Wait!” Mikhael grabbed the phone from him, and Kel recoiled in surprise. “Are– are my siblings there with you?”

“Yeah,” Hero said softly. “They’re here.”

“...Thank you,” Mikhael bowed his head.

“Kel, don’t you even think about–”

“I love you, Hero.”

And Kel ended the call. Hero always looked out for him. It was time Kel looked out for Hero. He unsteadily got to his feet, spotting a window that hadn’t yet been barricaded. He had yet to his his growth spurt. He still had a chance.

“I’m coming with you,” Mikhael announced seriously. “You may be my greatest rival, but I believe–”

“No,” Kel said shortly. “No way.”

Mikhael was loud and obnoxious and showy. Granted, Kel could be all of those things too, but at least he knew when to take it down a notch.

“My siblings are there too!” Mikhael argued, shoulders tensing in anger.

“Call them,” Kel said absently, then an idea struck him.

“You think Daphne and Bowen own phones?” Mikhael asked, a mirthless laugh leaving his lips.

“Hey, you can’t come with me, but there is something else you can do,” Kel told him quickly. “I’m gonna need a distraction. And you’re very distracting.”

“Oho! So you finally realise my magnificence!” Mikhael smirked, though it was weak and watery, clearly a failed attempt to distract him from the severity of what was going on. “I shall oblige, Kel… But only for today. Good luck, my sworn rival.”

“See you, Mikhael,” Kel offered a watery grin of his own, the weight of what he was about to do fully hitting him. Hero was in danger. He had to be there for him.

Kel wouldn’t let their last conversation be done over the phone.

As Mikhael began being… Mikhael again, Kel took the opportunity to force himself out of the window. It only opened so far, and it was a tight squeeze, but he landed safely in some bushes and Pluto was none the wiser. Uncaring of the squashed shrubbery he left behind or the spiky twigs caught in his hair, Kel sped towards the school, forcing the door open and slipping inside.

He was quick, and small, and could be excellent at sneaking around. He’d taken so many of Hero’s homemade arepas in secret before, he’d had plenty of practice at being stealthy. Kel slunk against the walls, steadily and speedily making his way towards Marina’s classroom on the second floor.

The whole school stank of fear. Kel stank of sweat, his gym uniform sticking uncomfortably to his skin. He scrubbed at his skin with his palm when his bloodshot eyes started to prickle from their earlier tears, Kel grimacing at the stickiness of his face. He just had to make it to Marina’s classroom.

…And then what?

He stopped suddenly in the corridor. Kel had no idea what he was doing. He was alone, and exposed, and there was nothing to use as cover if he got shot at. He’d been an impulsive idiot yet again, and Kel had nowhere to go. He spotted the boys’ toilets, making a frantic beeline towards them–

And feeling a sharp tug against his hair.

He gasped in pain, then froze when something cold and firm hit his temple. It stayed there, a cool pressure against his sweat-soaked skin, and a strong arm held firm around his chest. Kel couldn’t move, feeling panic start to well up yet again. There was a gun to his head, and nowhere to go. He was trapped.

“Good boy,” the person holding him captive said mockingly. Kel didn’t recognise the voice. “I must say, I didn’t expect to find you wandering this place. What a stroke of luck. Hero’s little brother, walking straight into my arms.”

Oh no. No no no no no no no no nO–

“Don’t worry, I’m not after you,” the voice assured him, a dark note slipping into its tone. “You’ll make excellent bait, but it’s Hero who I have a problem with. You’re nothing.”

Kel always was, compared to Hero. In this situation, he supposed he was the lucky one, but cursed himself for his stupidity yet again. What was he thinking? It was no wonder so many people called him dumb.

He was dragged through the corridors, forced to keep up with much longer legs and lengthy, efficient strides. The squeak of his gym shoes contrasted starkly with the echoing clack of his captor’s own. If things were different, perhaps he would have found humour in that. As it was, that perpetual screech only served to put him more on edge, as though his shoes were shouting for help too.

Eventually, they arrived at what seemed to be an empty classroom. The lights were off, the windows shut, not a sound within. But the door was thoroughly barricaded, and Kel felt the grip against him tighten further. One knock, two knocks. He let out a sort of hysterical wheeze. The shooter was knocking. Of course, he received no response, tapping the gun against Kel’s head irritably. The reminder it was there sent a shiver down Kel’s spine.

“Get out your phone,” the shooter ordered. “Now.”

So he did, hesitantly bringing it out of his pocket. It was still open to Hero’s contact.

“Go on,” the voice told him, seeming to take sick delight in his predicament. “Call him. And don’t say a word.”

The tap of his finger against his screen felt like a death sentence. Whose, Kel didn’t know, but it only took a single ring before Hero responded.

“Kel?! Where are you?!”

“Your brother is rather indisposed at the moment,” the voice said nastily, and Kel could feel the air around him drop a few degrees. “You should really keep a better eye on him, Hero.”

“Who are you?!” Hero exclaimed, protective anger clashing with his intense fear. Hero didn’t know who the shooter was either? That was… Concerning. “What did you do to him?!”

“So many questions. We’ll have plenty of time to discuss it if you come out here and face me,” the voice said. Kel fought every urge he had to shout out that Hero should stay put, that he was okay. The gun to his head was a reminder of what would happen if he didn’t obey. “Clock’s ticking, Hero. We’ll be waiting. Goodbye.”

And the call clicked to a close. It was only a matter of seconds before the light flicked on from within the room, Kel and his captor standing back as Hero began removing the barricade, shoving off any attempts to get him to stop. When it became clear he was undeterred, the class stayed back in fear. Then, Mikhael’s siblings tried to say something to Hero that Kel couldn’t quite make out, but Hero ignored them. From behind, Marina watched the whole thing, eyes glinting with twisted amusement.

Eventually, Hero wrenched the door open, something wild in his eyes that Kel had only ever seen once before, and never wanted to again. He didn’t miss the way Hero shoved it shut again behind him.

“Hi, bro,” Kel greeted weakly, wincing when the gun pressed in harder and quickly shutting his mouth.

“Let him go,” Hero demanded coldly, fists shaking either side of him as he looked at the shooter. His gaze briefly flickered to Kel, trying to mask his fear with reassurance. It wasn’t very effective.

“No, I don’t think I will,” his captor responded, tone far too light for what they were doing. It was deranged, playful. “I think it would be more fun to make you watch him bleed out. I say we make it a slow death.”

“I’m the one you have a problem with,” Hero said, and Kel could hear the tremble in his voice, see the ghost-like paleness of his skin. “Leave Kel out of it. He doesn’t have anything to do with this. He’s a kid.”

The shooter barked a short, harsh, humourless laugh. “So are we. So?”

“Look, we can– we can talk this out,” Hero tried placatingly. “Just let Kel go, and tell me what your problem is–”

“My problem?!” The shooter yelled suddenly, and both brothers flinched. “Oh, Hero, you wouldn’t know the slightest thing about problems, would you? No, no, no… The golden boy returns after a year and he’s back to being everyone’s favourite. Do you know how hard it was to get to where I got to? And you took that all away without even realising it. You don’t even know my name.”

“I– I didn’t mean to, I promise I’m… Sorry,” Hero said cautiously, eyes darting between the gun and the shooter apprehensively.

“You will be,” was the dark promise that followed, and the next thing Kel knew, he’d been released and pushed aside.

The next few moments seemed to occur in slow motion.

The gun was lifted into the air…

Hero’s eyes widened in terror…

There was a bang…

And Kel felt a bullet rip through his skin.

Then, the world sped up again, and all he could feel was pain. He collapsed to the floor, agony tearing through his chest where the bullet had lodged itself. He heard Hero scream, and the shooter let out a barking laugh behind him.

Red pooled on the floor, too bright, too much, and Kel’s heart leapt into his throat. He couldn’t breathe, hot stickiness seeping through his shirt and forming a gory puddle on the formerly shining floors. Hero fell to his knees beside him, frantically checking him over and yelling for someone to call an ambulance.

Kel heard the gun click behind him, then a short curse. The shooter had run out of bullets. Kel didn’t think anyone else noticed.

He tried to speak, but all that left his mouth was hot, gushing blood. It tasted like metal on his tongue, bitter and awful, thick and coppery. Kel didn’t want to die, but at least he’d saved Hero. Hero was more important. He couldn’t let Hero die.

The jump had been spontaneous, but Kel didn’t regret moving. Off all his impulsive decisions that day, that one had been his best. Hero wasn’t hurt. Kel didn’t even know what he’d do in his brother’s position. He felt his eyes begin to slide shut, vision peppered by dark spots.

“It’s gonna be okay, Kel, please, stay awake for me,” Hero begged him, clutching onto his hand far too tightly. Kel felt something drip onto his bloodied face. “An ambulance is coming, you’ve just gotta stay awake.”

But it was so hard. His head spun, his vision was rapidly blackening, and Hero’s face swam above him. As Kel felt more hot liquid run down his face, he realised that the latter might have been from tears. The wound burned, stinging more than anything ever had before. 

“L’ve y’u, H’ro…” He mumbled incoherently, feeling his arm reach out towards Hero. Hero blocked some of the too-bright light above him. “Couldn’ le’ y’u die.”

Hero sobbed, continuing to cling to him. “I love you too, Kel, this isn’t a goodbye. You’ve got to stay awake! Please, please– you’ve got to–”

He had to… Had to…

Smiling weakly at his brother with scarlet-stained teeth, Kel shut his eyes for good.

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[shion-yu]

Day 5 - Kidnapping

Rey backstory. Haven’t posted my writing publicly in literal years but here goes nothing, Whumptober 2023. Am using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is an intro to my OC Rey - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23741197.rey 

TWs: Minor whump (Rey is 15 here), mentioned death

How long had it been since he left home? It felt like years, though in reality it had only been a few weeks. He'd been so desperate to get away, to see the world and everything there was to explore beyond the high palace walls of Almacen - but now all he wanted was to go back home. Marriage, which once seemed like the worst thing in the world, now sounded thoroughly more appealing. It probably wouldn't have been so bad, he thought to himself with a pang of guilt. Ilsa was a nice girl. But Rey didn't understand why he had to get married when he wasn’t even going to succeed the throne. His sister, Mira, was first in line. They were twins, but it only made sense that the smarter, stronger, more adept of the pair would be chosen. That didn't bother Rey; it never had. What bothered him was being touted around as a political tool, no matter what his opinion was. In hindsight, he thought, maybe his parents had just wanted him not to be lonely. 

He’d fallen for a trick as old as time. A decrepit beggar on the street asked Rey to help him get across town and Rey, ever a bleeding heart, had fallen for it. As soon as they were off the main path a group of men pounced on him from the bushes that lined the road. He was bound and gagged, tied at the wrists and ankles. He stayed like that for a week in a cage so small he couldn’t sit up straight, until he was sold for a decent price to the scientists who provided Rey with a new “home”. A dark, damp dungeon at the bottom of a long staircase with no windows. Without any natural light, the only indication that days were passing at all was because each morning the scientists would clamber down those echoey stone stairs and drag one or two of their subjects away to experiment on.

Rey wasn’t the first, nor was he the last child to be taken for the scientists’ questionable purposes. They were all given a number: Rey was number 6 of 10 children that eventually were crammed into that cold hell hole. Each child was injected with a serum that, from what they could gather, was meant to intensify any small amount of inborn talent for power. The purpose was to force these children to manifest these powers and then use them as living weapons. For Rey, that was the power to heal, a brilliant win for the scientists who realized they could now push the children far past their natural limits because Rey would be able to keep them alive. However his power was not natural to him, it was a bastardized version of something that he may have been able to bring forth only with intensive meditation had he not been forced. As a result, healing others brought Rey great pain himself. That didn’t matter to him, though; he could bear the pain. He used his powers as instructed because his friends’ lives depended on it.

As the eldest of the group of children, and also the one keeping them all alive, Rey felt like he had to be a leader to them. He told them each day that they’d get out of here, no doubt about it. They’d see their families again, their friends and animals. He refused to entertain the idea that maybe, just maybe, this was a fate worse than death. Giving up wasn’t an option, not while there were still other people to be strong for.

But eventually, over two years that seemed to drip by like molasses, his last companion had died. He was all alone. Rey’s body could no longer withstand the demand and he was falling apart himself. He had tried his best to keep them all alive, but in the end it was useless. He was alone now and had no reason left to live. He lay motionless on the ground, the dirt below him zapping what little warmth his body could naturally produce away. 

One of the scientists came down and grabbed Rey by the elbow, pulling him up. “March,” he said as he always did when instructing him to go up the stairs. Rey didn’t move. There was nothing worse they could do to him for disobeying than had already happened, he figured. The scientist shouted at him a few more times and tugged, but Rey remained limp. He was thrown to the ground with a scowl and the scientist stalked back up the stairs, leaving him alone again. Rey could hear his own breathing in his ears, and each exhale felt like it was laden with guilt. He just wanted to die now... It had been years. No one was going to rescue him, not after all this time. 

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there - hours, days - when he heard a loud crack of the gates at the top of the stairs opening. Then there was some shouting and several thudding noises. Suddenly, at the foot of the steps, a boy only slightly older than Rey himself lay unconscious. Rey crawled towards him slowly. There had been no new prisoners since the initial wave of captives, so why now...? Then he remembered what the scientist had said as he unsuccessfully tried to convince Rey to move earlier. “Little brat, need a new job to keep you distracted do you?” 

This new cellmate... It was his fault. Rey felt sick with panic. Someone else had been kidnapped just to keep him motivated. Someone who had a home to go back to, just like he himself had once upon a time. He could barely remember the faces of his parents, now. Rey’s stomach clenched and he put his hands over the other boy’s chest. Was he playing into what the scientists wanted exactly - to stay alive for the sake of keeping others alive? Maybe. But Rey couldn’t just let someone else die in front of him when he could help it. And so, the vicious cycle began again.

#ShionWrites #oc: Rey #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday5 #ailesswhumptober #day 5 #whump #kidnapping #minor whump #torture #male whump #angst

[whumpeewhumpwhump]

(AI-less) Whumptober Prompt 5: Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at Gunpoint

(This one is an all in one special! I guess some people [read: one person] wanted a continuation of my Day 2 AIlessWhumtober prompt. This is not it, lol, but I shall be thinking about it for future ones. I shall do what the people ask of me! Anyway, enjoy a fun one!)

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Prompt 5: Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at Gunpoint

Whumpee should have known something was wrong when the warehouse all the clues led them to was devoid of life. With Caretaker leading the way through the maze of boxes, the two of them started looking everywhere for anything else that could lead them to where Whumper was hiding. The thought of seeing Whumper again frightened Whumpee. All of the anger they held towards their tormentor, their torturer , disappeared as soon as the possibility of being in the same room as them again became a reality. All of that anger that kept them going turning into fear. But they knew something had to be done about Whumper. Caretaker was right. Whumper was too dangerous to allow to go free. It was up to them to find Whumper before he tried to do what they did to Whumpee to anyone else.

The box maze was a clever trick. It was much taller than both Caretaker and Whumpee, reaching almost to the ceiling and preventing them from seeing far into the warehouse. Every box was heavy, too, preventing the two of them from moving any out of the way. The other clever trick was the lighting—it was practically pitch black with only a few pendant lights illuminating small clearings.

Carefully, Caretaker led Whumpee down the hall of boxes before stopping them just out of the halo of a pendant light. The maze made an intersection with a path leading north, west, and east. The oppressive darkness prevented the light from illuminating too much of any pathway.

Whumpee could feel their heart start to beat faster and faster in their chest. Their hands started to tremble. They held onto Caretaker’s sleeve as both of them peered into the darkness of the corridor heading east. Caretaker turned slightly, adjusting the gun that was in their hand.

“Whumpee, I need you to stay here a second,” Caretaker said.

Whumpee looked up at them with wide eyes as panic gripped their chest. They shook their head, slowly at first, “No. No, you can’t leave me. Please, please—” 

Caretaker turned and stuffed the gun into their waistband before grabbing both of Whumpee’s shoulders and forcing them to look into their eyes. “I’m not leaving you. I think I see something down there. I’m going to go a few feet in and then I'll come right back to you. It’s all going to be fine,”

Whumpee shook their head again, a small whine coming from them. Panic clawed at them, threatening to drown them, but Caretaker cupped their face with both hands, their brow knitted together in worry. Whumpee held onto Caretaker's wrists, the warmth of them was grounding.

“Just this once,” Caretaker said, their voice almost a whisper, “I promise I’ll come back for you,”

Still shaking, Whumpee searched Caretaker’s face. Whumpee trusted them with their life. With a hesitant nod, Caretaker took out the gun again and slowly crept down the eastern corridor. Whumpee stood barely in the aura of the light, watching until they disappeared into the darkness. 

The darkness.

Whumpee kept their head on a swivel. Darkness had never been their friend. Before Whumper, when Whumpee was a child, they had been terrified of the dark. So terrified that they had convinced their parents to leave a lamp on each night. Of course, Whumpee grew out of it, but that was until Whumper. Whumper used the darkness to their advantage. They liked to blend into the shadows of the basement they kept Whumpee in to just watch them writhe in agony from their ministrations. They didn’t know why, but Whumpee never told Caretaker about the dark. It was only a part of the many things that had been done to them. They never thought they’d have to be tormented by Whumper again in the dark.

A familiar tsk send chills down Whumpee’s back. Their eyes went wide as it seemed to encircle them in the familiar three-count. Tsk… Tsk… Tsk…

“I really thought that I’d never get to see you again,”

Whumpee’s blood went cold. Suddenly they were back in the basement. In the darkness after hours of thinking they were alone only to hear Whumper sounds of displeasure. No. No, Caretaker was here, they would protect them from Whumper. Whumpee wasn’t alone anymore. They had Caretaker.

Whumpee unconsciously moved into the center of the spotlight as they spun around, trying to pinpoint where Whumper’s voice was coming from. 

“Part of me wants to think you came back of your own free will,” Whumper continued, still out of sight, “but then I see you came with them. I’m disappointed, Whumpee. Out of everyone in the world, you had to choose Caretaker,”

Whumpee found their voice then, “They’re going to be right back.” It almost startled them how loud they sounded. 

Whumper’s cold laugh echoed and Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as they felt themselves freeze. Their heart was practically beating out of their chest, wanting to be free. Their breathing came in ragged gasps. All of a sudden, all of the injuries that had healed were back. The bruises that decorated their abdomen. The coppery taste of blood on their lips. The phantom pain from a pinky that was no longer attached to their hand. Whumpee felt themself unconsciously cradling the offending hand against their chest.

The feeling of hot breath on the back of their neck snapped Whumpee out of it, but it was too late. Whumper’s strong arms wrapped around them and the cool muzzle of a gun pressed against their temple. Whumpee’s breath caught in their throat. They tried to call out, tried to get Caretaker’s attention, something, but their voice was gone. They couldn’t scream. They couldn’t do anything.

“You’re back,” Whumper said, almost tenderly as they buried their face into Whumpee’s hair. Whumpee whimpered and winced away when their tormenter took a deep breath, “Oh, I’m not letting you out of my sight for a long time,”

Whumpee’s world felt like it was falling apart. Their legs grew weak and before long, Whumper was supporting their full weight as they dragged Whumpee out of the light and up the northern corridor. And it was all happening with Caretaker so close and yet so far.

As if reading Whumpee’s thoughts, Whumper let out a chuckle, “Oh and I promise you, if that Caretaker comes after you… well, this time, I won’t hesitate to kill the both of you,”

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[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 5 Hostage, kidnapping, held at gunpoint

CW/TW: Brute force, hostage situation, threats, threatened angel whump

Words: 772

Harmonia hated this mission. And she especially hated that it was starting to go south. “Elefiel where the fuck are you?”, she hissed over the telepathic link they had established.

“Stop it with the crude language and calm down. I got hold up but I’ll be there in a moment. Stick to the plan!”, came his answer back.

She sneaked around several more corners in this big building. Just to get a better position. If he messed this up she would have to be lightning speed to finish the job. So she looked out for the best nest to hide and claimed it. In her mind she went through her repertoire of magic and sorted out the best strategies. Again. She could do this. There we go, target came in sight and thank the winds so did Elefiel. Only a few more seconds. Just a little bit more. In the next second Harmonia’s spine seemed to freeze. The cold feeling of dread entangling itself in her back, making her wings twitch.

“Make one wrong move and I rip your pretty, noble, wings off.”, a voice behind her warned. Deadly serious.

Harmonia’s breath stopped, she had heard many threats so far, most of them aiming at her life and not really scary. But this one…So she didn’t move an inch. Well at least not on her own.

The stranger lifted her into the air and then used her body like a sledgehammer to break through the marble of the gallery rim.

Harmonia’s head was spinning and everything hurt. She will be black and blue everywhere she thought dimly before gaining back the ability to think conscious thoughts.

At the ground the target had spun around and Elefiel had his blade at his throat, ready to spill his life onto the clean floor.

If it was only this they wouldn’t have a problem, she knew how fast her co-worker was, and she could have been support. But now-“Harm him in any way and I’ll rip every feather off your friend here and then let her bleed out. Surrender and I won’t.”, the stranger-another angel as she could see now-proclaimed loudly from the airspace above the scene.

Elefiel held back a curse. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! He quickly considered just letting her die and finishing the mission. It’s not like they’re best friends. But the boss would rip his head off, and other bosses too probably, from what he heard she’s pretty good. Usually. So against his instincts he forcefully took a step back and dropped his weapon.

“Good. Now let’s get you restrained too, then we can hand you over to the judges nice and easy.”, the other angel explained and began to sink with Harmonia still in his magic clutches.

“So, tell me, what’s your name?”, Harmonia inquired.

“What’s it matter to you, assassin. You’ll be in custody or dead soon enough.”

“Oh you know when I get out of here I gotta write my report, most boring part of the job, I’m sure you can relate. And I like to be detailed and accurate.”

She could see the angel roll his eyes and could feel his magic thinning out with the distraction. She used the moment and attacked like a viper, shooting forward.

The security guard’s eyes went wide. He ripped up his arms and clenched his fists. The assassin got held up in the air and groaned out in pain at the iron grip. He grinned self-satisfied but then he saw the triumphant grin on her face and the next second something ripped into his wing. He screamed and fell fully to the ground He couldn’t move his wing! In seconds the woman was over him and the last thing he saw were eyes like a glacier.

In the same moment as specks of crimson painted the marble floor she heard a thud from behind her and turned around. Already knowing how the scene would look. The target laid dead on the floor.

“Don’t mess up next time. But hey, mission successful!”, co-worker said and stretched out his wing for her to tap with her’.

“Let’s not waste time, call back in, and write the report.”, Harmonia said neutrally.

“Wow, you must be fun at parties.”, he mumbled but followed her out of the building.

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[actualdickgrayson]

Day 5 entry for @ailesswhumptober

Prompt: Hostage and Kidnapping

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[lilac-gold]

Day 5- Omori AU Whumptober 2023

AI-less Whumptober Day 5- ALT Prompt Blackmail

@ailesswhumptober

Fandom: OMORI Rating: Teen Word Count: 2860 Summary: Basil had never expected so much of his personal life to be involved in this case. Unfortunately, Jawsum seems determined to involve even more. AO3 LINK See this post for a summary/explanation of the AU

Hero was dead.

Basil had found out through a case file, ordered to defend Hero's suspected murderer. He'd been shocked, a sort of numb devastation quickly spreading under his skin. It was cold and unwelcome, yet distant in a way, and Basil found himself numbly accepting the case.

He'd have to tell Sunny. Oh gosh, what was Sunny going to think?

It seemed impossible, the prospect that Hero could be murdered. Hero was the protector of their group before Mari died, the healer. He was the eldest, charming and well-liked and invincible. Why would anyone want to kill him?

Like ripping off a bandaid, Basil looked at the name of his client. And his heart dropped like a stone.

Because there, printed in bold, black letters, was the name Kel Montoya.

Basil couldn't breathe. It was as rough he'd been doused in freezing water, fingers trembling as his lungs fought for air, strangled wheezes rising in his throat as he desperately tried to deny what lay before him. Hero was dead, and Kel was suspected of killing him. This was all too much.

Eventually, he composed himself, feeling like he was caught in a trance as he visited the detention centre. Kel was sitting forlornly behind the glass, staring miserably at the floor with eyes red from crying. Basil couldn’t help but flinch, the reality of what had happened crashing into him again at full force. Kel was so tall now, his hair even longer than it had been when he was younger, and the look on his face was so distinctly un-Kel that it looked wrong. Kel was wrong.

But Basil knew what guilt looked like, and he knew Kel. Kel was innocent, Basil knew he was. He just had to prove it.

“Wh– Basil?!” Kel exclaimed upon first noticing him. “What are you doing here? It’s been years!”

Basil winced. Kel was right. Nearly a year had passed since Basil attained his law degree, and he and Kel had drifted apart far before that. He opened his mouth, then closed it, hesitating. Then, in a sort of garbled rush, he blurted, “I’m here to defend you.”

“You…” Kel’s eyebrows rose, bloodshot brown eyes widening as they zoomed in on his badge. “You are?”

Basil nodded, uncertainly swallowing the lump in his throat. He didn’t think that Kel had killed his brother, but even so… “Kel, I– I have to know. Did you really kill him?”

Kel’s face contorted in horror and grief, and that was enough of an answer in itself. “No,” he said firmly, voice hoarse and choked. “Of course I didn’t! Hero’s– he was my brother.”

Basil panicked a little upon seeing the tears that had begun streaming down Kel’s face, fumbling for words of comfort. “I– um—”

“You’ll convince them I’m not the killer, won’t you?” Kel stared at him pleadingly. “We can’t let the person who actually did this get away with it. This was deliberate, that much is obvious. And I think– no, I know who the culprit is.”

“You do?” Basil’s face lit up with hope. That would make things far easier!

Kel nodded firmly, a sharp contrast to Basil’s earlier affirmative gesture. “It was his boss, Mr Jawsum.”

And that hope shattered. Everyone knew Jawsum, renowned as he was for having the most successful business in the city. His connections were unmatched, his confidence unwavering, and it would be impossible to catch him out. Basil wilted. If Jawsum really had killed Hero, he was going to make sure Kel got a guilty verdict. There was nothing Basil could do about it.

“Sorry, Kel,” he said softly. “I don’t think we’re going to be able to prove your innocence after all.”

“What?! Why?!” Kel shouted, fire lighting in his eyes. “We’ve got to!”

“Jawsum knows people, Kel. So many of them are scared of him,” Basil shuddered. “Besides, he’s super rich. There’s no way we can beat him.”

“Catch him out. You’re a lawyer, you’re supposed to be good at this,” Kel said firmly, eyes still blazing. “Hero knew he was suspicious, and must have discovered something big. He was Jawsum’s right hand, there’s no way Jawsum would’ve… Would’ve killed him unless he thought he had to. There’s something up here– extortion, money laundering, blackmail, I don’t know. You’ve just got to find out what.

Basil averted his eyes uneasily. He couldn’t afford to get on the bad side of a suspected blackmailer, not after what he’d done.

“Come on, Basil!” Kel cried in a mixture of frustration and anguish. “We can’t let him get away with murdering Hero!”

Basil flinched again. It wouldn’t be the first time he let someone he knew was guilty get away with killing someone.

…But then… Jawsum wasn’t Sunny, and Hero wasn’t Mari. Hero’s death was deliberate. Jawsum was corrupt. Basil had a chance to expose him. Basil wanted to expose him.

“You’re right,” he agreed quietly, fists clenching at his sides. “Hero is– was a good person. He deserves to have his killer found.”

It felt sickening, referring to Hero in the past tense. Hero was gone. Forever. Just. Like. Mari.

Once he exited the detention centre, Basil managed to procure a copy of Hero’s autopsy report. He’d been stabbed clean through with what seemed to be a fillet knife, easy enough to hide but able to do some serious damage. He’d been discovered in his apartment with Kel, who had reportedly been crying unstoppably at the scene of the crime. Basil hated thinking about it, imagining how the murder might have gone. Maybe Hero fought. Maybe he was caught off-guard. Maybe Jawsum threatened him. Whatever had happened, Basil had no way of finding out for sure, because Hero wasn’t around anymore to tell him.

Eventually, he decided to check up at Hero’s and see if he could find anything. Memories hit him softly as he walked through the house, each feeling like waves on a beach– a slow lulling that came and went, bringing something new every time. He didn’t find much until he looked inside of the attic. There was a box labelled ‘MARI’, and Basil felt sick as he opened it. Looking inside was like being hit with a wave of rancid nostalgia, burning his innards and twisting his memories until they soured even further. Slowly, he looked over Mari’s old Christmas sweater, letters and notes she’d written, photos of her. Then, his hand brushed against something large and firm, and Basil carefully pulled it out.

It was a file, red and sturdy. Curiously, Basil opened it, turning away from the box as quickly as he could. Inside was a sticky note, taped to the inside cover. It read ‘think of what she would want. Don’t fail anyone else. Do it for her’. Basil had a sinking feeling he knew exactly who the note was talking about, and something twisted in his stomach.

As he flicked through the folder, he gasped in surprise. There were pages and pages of names, of crimes, of desperate people trying to tell someone what had happened before it was too late. Basil felt cold sweat prickle at the back of his neck at the countless accounts of blackmail, threats and disappearances. He… he had to take this to the police. That was the logical thing to do.

So, as he passed by the door again, he stopped by a huge, muscled figure who wore a nametag reading ‘Detective Pluto’. Basil gulped, looking up at him and suddenly feeling very, very small as he clutched the folder to his chest. It was like he was a schoolboy again, avoiding people in the corridors and hiding with Sunny inside of the greenhouse.

“Hello!” Pluto greeted in a booming voice. “My name is Pluto!”

“Basil,” Basil greeted stiffly, shaking his hand and trying to hide his nerves. “I’m the defence for the Montoya case.”

“Ah, I see!” Pluto’s eyes lit up in recognition, then they darted towards the folder in his arms. “Hey, what’s that, young Basil?”

“It’s nothing!” He squeaked quickly, and Pluto’s gaze narrowed in suspicion.

“You know that you aren’t allowed to tamper with evidence from a crime scene,” Pluto warned, a frown overtaking his chiselled face.

“I– I know,” Basil forced out through the squeezing in his throat. “This is… Mine. From home. Just case notes, you know? Hahah, hah…”

His voice trailed off weakly, and he hurriedly scarpered, rushing away from the house. When he reached his mint green car, he sighed in relief. He spent some time catching his bearings and rereading the file. He was puzzling over how to go about things when he received a notification in his emails. Basil opened it warily, freezing when he saw who it was from. Jawsum.

It requested that he meet Jawsum in his office as soon as he could. Basil didn’t know what to do.

…This would be a good way of getting information. He didn’t have to tell Jawsum anything, but it seemed that Jawsum had something to tell him. He couldn’t suspect anything– not yet, at least– so Basil had no reason to be wary, right? What could Jawsum realistically do to him? 

Okay, maybe he didn’t want an answer to that. But even if Jawsum did threaten him, Basil did not have much left to lose. He cared not about dying by that point, Hero was already dead, he’d helped string Mari’s corpse from a tree, and Kel was locked away behind a sheet of glass. He could do this. He had to. For Hero, and for Kel. For the sake of everything he’d lost, everything he’d given up.

To his surprise, Kim from his old high school was the one who directed him to Jawsum’s office. He hadn’t expected to see her again, and while they didn’t have the best relationship, it wasn’t like she hated him or anything. He allowed her to guide him, making mindless small talk as they walked past portraits of many businessmen. Basil’s heart twanged painfully at every ‘Employee of the Month’ sign, each having a smiling picture of Hero attached. Kel was right, Jawsum didn’t seem to have any immediate reason to kill him. But the file in Basil’s car suggested otherwise, and Basil was going to meet him, alone. He took a deep breath.

“Kim,” he said slowly. “If– if I… D-disappear, or anything like that… Remember this meeting.”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, perplexed.

“N-nothing,” Basil stuttered out, embarrassed. “It’s– it’s nothing.”

“If you say so,” Kim shrugged. She seemed to be doing well in her position, enjoying it a lot. Basil was happy for her. He couldn’t really say the same about his own profession. “We’re here.”

So Basil bid her farewell, and hesitantly knocked on the door. At the foreboding ‘Enter!’ that followed, he shut his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart. He could do this. For Hero.

He swung the door open, stepping inside and looking at Jawsum face-to-face. The man was large; tall and broad-shouldered, seeming strong and powerful. He held himself in a way that exuded importance, his suit immaculate as he offered Basil a blinding grin with too-sharp teeth. His slicked-back hair was held perfectly in place, Jawsum’s image exactly what he wanted it to be. Basil, on the other hand, felt like an anxious mess in his green suit and pink tie, hair messy from how many times he’d nervously run his hands through it.

“Ah, Parsley! I’ve been expecting you,” Jawsum greeted, acting as though he knew Basil personally. “I see you got my email.” “Yes, I did,” Basil confirmed shortly, the words jarring and stilted. “And it’s… It’s Basil. What– what did you want to talk about?”

Jawsum let out a loud, deep, unique-sounding laugh. “For a lawyer, you’re not very confident, huh? Or smart, come to think of it…” The click of a lock sounded behind him, and Basil froze like a deer in headlights. Jawsum’s terrifying grin widened. “Let’s talk business.”

“Alright,” Basil agreed, feigning indifference and cursing the way his voice shook. Hero and Mari and Kel and Aubrey were all confident, but Basil had lost them a long time ago. All he had left was Sunny. Sunny was his everything.

“As I hear it, you’ve recently come across a little… Document I’ve been searching for,” Jawsum said smoothly, and Basil could hear his heart hammering against his chest as nervous sweat beaded on his brow. “Red, leather-bound, contains a whole lot of files I don’t want anyone seeing.”

“C-can’t say I’ve heard of it,” Basil lied, his voice high and unconvincing. He’d never been a good liar. It was ridiculous how long he’d managed to keep so many huge secrets to himself. Basil got an awful feeling that he wasn’t going to be able to keep them for much longer.

“Is that so?” Jawsum laughed again, then his demeanour shifted abruptly. His black eyes bore into Basil’s pale blue ones, cold and merciless. A shiver ran down Basil’s spine. “Do you know what the secret to success is, Parsley?”

Basil shook his head. He didn’t try correcting the man that time.

“Know your enemy,” Jawsum flashed his dazzlingly white teeth again. It was not a pleasant smile. “You don’t want to be my enemy, do you, Parsley?”

“N-no, of course not!” Basil exclaimed hurriedly, clenching and unclenching his fists rapidly. He didn’t like this. Jawsum continued to stare at him, vulture-like.

“Good, good… That’s the right answer,” Jawsum nodded approvingly, and Basil breathed a short sigh of relief. He shouldn’t have come. “Because believe me, Parsley, I know all about you.”

Clearly not enough, considering the businessman couldn’t even get Basil’s name right. He frowned.

“I know your past, your friends, your secrets,” Jawsum slid open a drawer, taking from it a few sheets of paper. “Secrets that I’m sure no-one would want getting out.”

He turned one of the sheets towards him, and Basil’s heart stopped.

Because that was one of his pictures, the one he’d taken of Mari’s corpse at the bottom of the stairs. He’d been fumbling with it on the way to collect the siblings, and seeing her there made his finger slip onto the click, turning something in the meantime. It took its own photos from there. Basil should have burned them. He didn’t. He wondered if that was his way of punishing himself for what he’d done. Either way, this was terrible. “No,” he croaked out, because those photos wouldn’t just shatter his life. Oh, no. They’d destroy Sunny’s, too.

“If you don’t want me sharing these around, I suggest you listen closely,” Mr Jawsum instructed, a smug smirk on his face. Basil was hit by a sudden spike of fear and loathing. “After all, we wouldn’t want anyone knowing about how awful you and Sunny are, hm? Hanging a dead girl, making everyone believe she died by choice… It’s despicable, Parsley.”

Breathing felt more like a method of torture than a way to survive by that point, Basil’s lungs burning like they’d been filled with freezing water.

“But, nobody needs to know if you follow orders. Listen to me, and your little friend will be perfectly fine,” Jawsum said, far too jovial for the situation at hand. “What do you say, Parsley?”

Basil remembered the click of the door. There was no escape, and even if there had been, he couldn’t leave without those photos. He’d been doomed from the start. How had Jawsum even gotten them? “...Okay.”

It was Sunny or Kel.

“That’s what I like to hear! So, I want you to keep the case, but drop your investigations. As far as anyone knows, Hero Montoya was tragically murdered by his brother,” Jawsum emphasised, his voice deadly. “A shame– the kid he cared for growing up, stabbing him quite literally in the back. A real, real shame. Kel is guilty, and you’re gonna make sure it stays that way. Capisce?”

“Understood,” Basil affirmed through gritted teeth, the words acrid and sour on his tongue. Sunny or Kel.

“The kid’s already a lunatic– people’d have no trouble believing he murdered his brother. It's not hard to pull off, Parsley." Jawsum assured him lackadaisically. “One failed trial under your belt won’t make much of a difference. Hell, if your friend’s prosecuting, that’s a win for him! So, what are you going to do, Parsley?”

Sunny or Kel. “Fail the trial, sir,” Basil forced out, disgusted by himself. He was such a coward.

“That’s all I needed to hear. I’ll be holding onto these,” Jawsum added on, holding up the photos again. Basil felt bile rise in the back of his throat, resisting the urge to dive towards him and grab them. Jawsum was far, far stronger than he was. “To ensure your… Cooperation. I’m sure you understand.”

Sunny or Kel. Basil didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t a decision, not really, not when he’d spent his whole life craving affection, and all of his teenage years covering up that incident for good. But he had a choice. Sunny or Kel.

…As always, Basil chose Sunny.

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