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Pain.
He knew it well, felt it many times in his lifetime. Tommy knew how it sparked through his limbs, crackling through his blood as he writhed on the floor of a warehouse, or a training mat, yelling and cries around him piercing his ears.
It was like a friend to him, maybe his first. And only.
But…pain wasn’t like this.
Tommy drew himself up from where he was in a pool of his own blood, a pained whine escaping his cracked and bloody lips as he coughed. Shadows ate away at the walls of the alley around him, remnants of his power staying even after he had exhausted all of it. That much was evident in the blackness creeping up his arms, numerous scars disappearing beneath the tendrils. Fuck. He didn’t have much time. Pressing the panic button under his suit for the sixth time that night, he drew his bloodied fists up in front of him, gritting his teeth. Just a bit more… then Wilbur will come. He always does. He’ll save Tommy, he won’t leave him again.
Will he?
-or, Tommy gets kidnapped, and accidentally gains a family of villains.
I DO NOT SUPPORT NON CANON WILBUR. SUPPORT VICTIMS.
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The first person Thomas Careful Danger Kraken Innes killed was a stranger.
Now, as Tommy slides through an open window onto beige, stained carpets of a random apartment complex, a gravelly voice instructing him which hallways to turn through, he begins to resent his powers once again.
“Turn left, wait wait no right, into this room. Yeah, he should be passed out in his bed or drinking by the window. Do it quick, please. I-I don’t want to see his face again.”
Tommy nodded to himself, obeying the directions of the man he had killed in a recent robbery. Sadly, once he used them, he couldn’t stop them, and anyone they were used on was killed. But it was a fair trade, eternal peace and happiness in the afterlife in exchange for a tainted, haunted soul. Taking out his dagger, the handle familiar and steadying against his palm, he crept up silently behind the middle aged man. A quick slash against the carotid arteries, and it would be over. One less voice.
He didn’t respond to the thank you as he left the building. If it meant he could make someone happy, rid the world of one more corrupted soul, he would do it over again countless times. And he has.
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Vigilante!tommy finds love!