Febuwhump Day 17 - Hostage Situation
Inspired by this prompt
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Katsuki watches in horror as the villain raises the gun to Denki’s temple.
The man is halfway to death’s door already, having taken a severe beating in the battle that led them here. He can’t survive much more, definitely not a shot to the head.
“Hold the fuck on,” He curses his voice for wavering, the villain’s eye glinting when he realizes he hit a sore spot, “don’t do any of that shit. What are you attacking the Commission for?”
Katsuki tries to keep his hands steady, pleading no sparks set off and freak out the villain.
The man chuckles, raising an eyebrow, “So quick to negotiate with me, dearest Ground Zero? I thought you’d be tougher than that. I’m sure this pathetic boy is nothing more than a pebble under your boot.” He nudges the gun harder into Denki’s head, smearing blood from an earlier wound.
Denki winces, eyes fluttering. Katsuki sneers, shifting his weight, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Oh,” The villain takes the bait, “I need to know the location of Overhaul’s little doll. Unfortunately, the heroes I asked before weren’t too keen on letting me search for her freely, so I figured I’d go to the source. They probably keep the lab rat in the lab, correct?”
Katsuki’s jaw flexes at the mention of Eri. The young girl was under Aizawa’s care and had been since she was freed, but that was top-secret information, and no one so motivated had come looking.
“So!” The villain jolts Katsuki out of his thoughts, “Tell me her location and let me go free or the little bitch here gets it!” His finger flexes over the trigger, Katsuki’s blood running cold.
“If I told you where she is, we would both die. I’m under oath.” Katsuki explains lowly, holding his hands out, “Her caretaker would kill you before you made it within a mile of her.”
The villain’s smile widens, “Ah, but you do know where she is? I see.”
Shit. Shit .
Katsuki clenches his fists, shaking his head, “You’ll have to get through dozens of other heroes. The best I can do is let you go.”
For a moment, Katsuki’s heart lets him believe the man considers it. He angles the gun down, grazing it over Denki’s arm.
He lets his eyes close for just a moment, breathing in to steady himself.
A bang and a blood-curdling shriek snap him out of his temporary calmness.
Red eyes snap open, looking first at Denki’s head, but seeing no fresh wounds, he looks down.
The villain had shot right through the hero’s wrist, leaving his hand mangled and dangling at a horrible angle.
“The little brat has a rewind quirk, I’ve heard. Seems to be true from how tightly they’ve got her secured.” The gun travels up Denki’s shuddering arm to his shoulder, “Might want to take us to her if you want this one to live, hm?”
Fuck, FUCK.
Katsuki freezes, totally and completely lost.
He could attack now, catch him off guard when he thinks Katsuki is cornered.
But most likely Denki wouldn’t make it.
No, not an option.
He could agree, but he, the villain, and most likely Denki as well would be taken out for endangering Eri.
He doesn’t have any bargaining power here, what else would the villain want that could distract him long enough for Katsuki to grab Denki and go? He only has his bracers on him, boots, comm device, aids, the dumbass American coin Denki found on their last patrol that Katsuki never took out of his pocket-
His eyes dart up to the blond’s mangled wrist, bloody tears carving a path in the dust caked on his face.
Denki dies or they both die endangering a child.
Katsuki looks down at his hand, ignoring the taunts from the villain tracing the barrel of the gun up and down Denki’s side.
He reaches his palm up and places it at the side of his own head.
The villain snickers, pressing the gun to Denki’s temple again, “You wouldn’t.”
He briefly wonders what his younger self would think of this. Him, threatening to kill himself to protect dunce face of all people? The idiot who almost killed their entire class trying to make toast, the dumbass who fried all of Katsuki’s arm hair off once, the motherfucker who was Katsuki’s second real friend at UA- the one who sat next to him without fear even when he threatened to break his neck.
A hundred of his deaths are worth one of Denki’s. If either of them should survive this, it should be him.
Katsuki takes a deep breath, “I would rather die than kill someone innocent, especially a child.” He smirks, “You’re not getting shit from me. You pull that trigger and I blow: You’re back to the start.”
He can tell the villain is starting to believe him.
“But- the media-”
Katsuki quirks an eyebrow, “You really think the media knows shit about me?”
His hand flexes on his head, and he can feel the nitro seeping into his hair. Even if he lives, he’ll be a walking matchstick.
The villain growls, shaking Denki slightly, “I’m going to kill this fucking brat, and you’re not going to do a fucking thing. You’re just a lowlife hero who cares for no one but himself.”
“Would I still be here if that were true? You took my friend hostage, not me. Fortunately for him, I do give a shit about his dumbass.”
Denki is thrown to the ground, Katsuki flinches at the movement but doesn’t let his hand move from his head.
He winces at Denki’s poor wrist, hoping he can get the guy to a healer in time.
“Take your fuckass twink, I’m fucking out of here.” The villain spins on his heel, sprinting out of Katsuki’s sight.
He heaves a breath of relief, stepping forward to kneel by the other hero.
Fuck, I can’t believe I just did that.
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Hello :)!
A different anon asked you permission to add an OC here who like was the one who tried to “no breathing un-alive” Howdy. At the end the anon said the OC put the same ropes that tied up Howdy at Howdy’s door step so I need to ask, what would’ve Howdy done? Like did he have a panic attack specifically or something because the anon said the OC did it to ruin Howdy farther so I’m curious on exactly how
(Context!)
+ the OC they’re referring to belongs to @shizandgiggles
Howdy would automatically know it was from a member of the mafia, he doesn’t carry ropes in the store and therefore none of the neighbors have one. He’d freak out a little, look around for who could’ve left it, then probably throw it as hard as he could-
He’d go back inside and try his best to calm down, but he probably would not be able to stop thinking about it. I don’t think he’s one to have a panic attack, losing full control of himself yknow? He’d probably just be on edge for a long time, a few days.
Maybe he has a few drinks with Eddie and relaxes.
E: god whats with you? You look you just got threatened by the mafia or some shit.
H: (ㆆ _ ㆆ)
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