God, This Dagger Hurts
CW/TW: somewhat graphic descriptions of the feeling of a knife stabbed in someone
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Sidekick clutched onto the dagger in the left side of their stomach. Pain seared through them anytime they moved so they stayed still.
Their hands had slowly been drenched in blood as small amounts leaked around the offending item.
Cries of pain had turned into small sobs by then. Tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes tired from crying. The rest of their face was set into a grimace of pain. After a while of staying still the pain had turned into a dull throb. They sat with their head leaned against the alley wall with legs splayed out across the cold concrete floor. Their legs and limbs were starting to go numb with the cold and lack of blood.
They were fucked.
They had no idea what to do other than to not pull the knife out. And that was mainly just because of books and movies. Hero possibly mentioned it in their training as well. They had no way to stitch themselves up and they thought they might actually die if they had to do that. Not that they’re not going to die anyway. Walking wasn’t an option as they felt close to passing out and their legs didn’t seem to work anymore.
Maybe they just had to wait and see if someone walked down this random alley. But with their rotten luck it would be another mugger who would stab their other side and then they’d have two holes in them. Well, two more than usual.
With a groan they shifted slightly. Their lower back was starting to hurt from the odd and rigid position. They felt the knife shift inside of them and felt it scratching against their skin and muscles. The mask on their face was starting to itch, but they couldn’t gather the energy to lift their arm to take it off.
They closed their eyes and settled further into the wet alley floor.
Some unknown amount of time later they picked up the clacking of shoes on concrete. Coming towards them.
They opened their eyes and saw a shadowed figure standing over them. It was fucking terrifying.
Before they could call for help the figure crouched down. Now with their back no longer blocking the sun the figure was slightly illuminated.
“Villain! Shit!” Sidekick cried out, the fear in their veins cranking up to a hundred. They straightened their back as much as they could and tried to make their limbs work.
Villain was their mentor’s, Hero’s, nemesis. They had been taught for a long time to fear Villain and never ever stop. Anytime the two of them came into contact with Villain on the job Hero always made sure to keep Sidekick away from Villain. They sent them to guard the entrance or literally anything else that meant they were far away. This had caused some killer bruises and wounds while Hero fought Villain by themselves.
Sidekick flinched as Villain reached out a silent hand. Their body felt too lethargic for them to control the inherent flight reaction Villain was causing.
Villain merely tutted and grasped Sidekick's chin. Their chin was lifted until their eyes met Villain’s.
“I need to see your wound,” Villain said while making pointed eye contact.
Sidekick shook their head, refusing even in their weakened state to trust Villain.
“Move your hand,” Villain commanded.
Was Villain stupid? If Sidekick moved their hand they would bleed out. Sidekick’s head lolled slightly on top of their neck.
Villain sighed and reached down with their free hand. Then they began prying Sidekick’s fingers off their side. Sidekick tried their best to keep their hand there but soon enough their bloody hand was grasped in Villain’s.
Villain leaned over and examined where the knife was buried hilt deep in Sidekick. They let out a breathy whistle that almost sounded impressed.
“You’re way too young to have a dagger in your side,” Villain said with a surprising amount of concern.
“‘m not young, just small for m’ age,” Sidekick recited the cover Hero had ingrained into them, albeit slightly more slurred than usual. The blood loss was getting to them.
Villain hummed with disbelief.
“Ser’sly, m’ old.”
Villain just nodded and placated Sidekick like one would an overtired toddler. They instead let go of Sidekick's hand and focused on the phone that appeared in their hand as they typed out a message. After a minute or so of typing they slipped their phone into a hidden pocket and looked at Sidekick properly.
“Alright, you’re coming with me. I can’t in good conscience leave a child bleeding out in an alleyway,” Villain declared.
“W-what?”
“I’m taking you back to one of my bases so we can get that dagger out of you.”
“No! I can't go w’th you! You’re Villain!” Sidekick cried, they really were in trouble.
“So?”
“‘m not allowed to be anyw’re near you I can’t j’st go back to your base! You could do anythin’ there!”
Sidekick tried to sit up further, groaning as their bloodless limbs protested loudly. They didn’t get very far before there was a firm hand on their chest.
“Woah, easy. It will be fine. I’m not going to torture you,” Villain assured, “I’m going to have my medics get that knife out of you and stitch you up. You’re then going to rest and recover so that when I return you to Hero you’re as good as when you left them.”
“I can’t. I’s ‘kay Hero’ll be here soon. We ‘ave our own medics,” Sidekick tried desperately. They needed Villain to leave as they had no chance of overpowering them at the moment.
“Hero is busy and won’t be anywhere near here for at least three hours. You are coming with me,” Villain said sternly.
Sidekick groaned. Villain grinned and sat down next to them depsite what looked to be quite an expensive suit.
“My team will be here in five, we’ll just have to wait,” Villain said and smiled at Sidekick again.
Sidekick was well and truly fucked.
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