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This was showing to be quite the challenge.
Cuteguy skidded back against the ground, stumbling as his wings flew out to stop him before he fell. He breathed out, gripping onto the gun in his hand as he looked around. His expression furrowed as he attempted to catch sight of his new foe. His wings settled down behind him. He breathed out quietly, and he began to listen for any movement..any signs of where this guy was.
Thwip
In a quick motion, he veered to the side watching as an arrow dusted with a greyish glow swooped past him. His wings twitched, and he turned pointing his gun in a direction and shooting. He watched as the bullet ricocheted off the wall.
``Missed me`` a voice said behind him in a sing-songy tone, sending shivers down his spine. He didn't have anytime to react as there was a kick to his ribs, sending him stumbling to the side with a wheezy breath. He doubled over, grasping onto his side as he let out a grunt. As he saw the villain approach he planned out what he could. He grabbed onto their wrist, and kicked under their legs as he pulled them down to the ground sending them dropping onto the ground on the concrete floor. Cuteguy stepped back as he breathed in and out, swallowing thickly. He pulled his gun out, and pointed it at the villain.
``You've been a tough fight.`` He grit his teeth, glaring a bit. He went to go step on the villains back to keep him on the ground. What he hadn't been expecting was for them to say something back,
``and you've been quite easy, for someone so cute`` His face lit up with confusion and flusteredness. As he froze, shocked. He was completely stunned.
``Did you just flirt-`` His leg was suddenly grabbed, and he was thrown carelessly onto the ground before being kicked. He gun flew out of his hand, clattering onto the ground as he hit a wall and cried out in pain.
``Easy, like I said.`` The villain hummed with a chuckle. Heavy, raspy breaths left the hero's mouth as he struggled to grasp the wall behind him and pull himself up. His head pounded, vision blurring and becoming dizzy after he hit his head. He could feel blood trickle down his face. He lifted up his head, looking at the villain who he could barely make out. He spotted his gun, and he reached for it as quick as he could. He watched it get kicked away, and he fell onto the ground hitting his chin against the ground.
``Aww..look at you.. You're defenseless..wounded..`` The villians voice called in a sickeningly cheerful tone. He could barely recognize the boots of his opponent as he lifted his head up. He gritted his teeth, and he tried to force himself to stand only to be kicked down. ``You can't even stand..``
The hero let out a choked gasp as he was slammed onto the concrete ground, using his arms to defend his head in barely enough time. He felt a pressure on his back in the juncture between his wings, pushing down on his back harshly. He wheezed, feeling a loss of breath.
``How sad..`` A voice above him cooed with an unsettling gentleness. He could almost hear the exaggerated pout on their face. He felt a sharp arrowhead press against the back of his head, ready for it to shoot..but it didn't. Instead He heard footsteps backing away. The villain had left..
He slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position, struggling to even use his arms as he breathed out shakily. He looked around the empty parking garage, nothing around him.
Why wasn't he dead?
Every so slowly he stood up, his body swaying back and forth. And he limped forward, his breath raspy. His wings were scratched up, unable to move without sending shocks of pain through his body. He dragged himself towards his gun. He grabbed it, He leaned one hand against the wall slowly pulling himself towards the stairway. He limped, holding an arm around his torso tightly.
He needed to get out Incase he came back or anything..
Each step down the stairs felt like a death trap. Like he could slip on his own blood dripping from his body and fall to his death. Or he could miss a step and fall to his death. Or practically anything. But nothing happened as he climbed down each flight of stairs, holding an arm around his body and the other on the railing. He made it to the ground floor.
Slowly, he sat on the bottom step, pulling his hand away from the railing as he grabbed his phone and pulled it out slowly. His hand shook as he did his best to hold onto it. He managed to tap in his password after many tries. He opened up his contacts, and pressed one. And he made a call. He listened to it ring for only a few moments before he heard a familiar voice.
``?Hello``
``Mumbo..I need you to come and get me``
He tried to ignore how hoarse his voice sounded.
``..What..? Are- are you okay? Where are you``
``Mumbo- just..please I'm at the parking garage- near that fancy hotel..``
He felt like he could pass out at any moment, and he could hear shuffling on the other side of the phone.
``-Okay..okay, I'm on my way``
Dispite having his phone right against his ear Mumbos voice sounded far away. He ended the call before Mumbo could ask anymore questions, and he put his phone down next to him.
He felt like he could puke as he let his head hang and he leaned against the railing next to him. His body pulsed in pain, crying out as blood trickled from cuts and bruises began to form. His wings were messed up, and they hurt. His chest felt compressed, and his ribs felt broken. It was hard to breathe. He heard voices, and he lifted his head slightly.
``Mommy! Mommy!`` a child's voice cried, ``It's Cuteguy! Look, look!`` He could barely make out a small girl and her mother walking towards their car. He hadn't expected any civilians to be around..it was almost two in the morning. The mother looked over, seeming tired of her child's hyper attitude but once she had caught sight of him she looked a bit shocked. She stepped over, looking concerned. He hadn't gotten to get a sight at how messed up he looked.
``Are you okay?..! You look horrible..`` the woman asked, and he breathed in.
``I am all fine, no need to worry.`` He forced a smile, and he could still see the worry in her face. Even smiling hurt his face. The girl looked worried now as well.
``Where's your partner? Is he okay?`` the girl asked, and he bit his tounge. He felt a sharp pierce to his heart as his partner was mentioned. He covered his mouth and coughed a little.
``Hotguy..is busy today, he sent me on my own mission. I will be okay, nothing a hero like me can't handle..`` he reassured. He knew nothing of Hotguy's location, though. He had disappeared a few days ago. Simply gone into the air, and he hadn't come back. He was all alone while fighting now, but nothing has beat him us as strong as this. He gave a wobbly smile to the girl and her mother and that seemed to be enough to make them head off to their car.
He let out a sigh as he let his shoulders drop and he leaned his head against the cool metal of the railing. He let out wheezy breaths as he wrapped an arm around himself and did his best to stay awake. He didn't know how long he sat there but he felt a hand on his shoulder and he heard a familiar voice. He blinked open his eyes and lifted his head as he looked at Mumbo who looked beyond concerned.
``-G!..Oh my void- oh my- you..what in the world happened?!`` Mumbos voice was difficult to hear, barely audible against the ringing that ran through his head. He was ushering him up, holding onto him and making sure he didn't stumble and fall. Every place he touched buzzed lightly in pain, and he limped lightly even with the other mans help.
``Villian..guy`` he replied, feeling like he could slip into unconsciousness at any moment. He leaned against Mumbo who held him as close as he could and pulled him to his car. Mumbo grabbed onto his hand and squeezed it as he forced him to sit up. Grian grumbled in protest, he wanted to lay down. His body was screaming to lay down and he just wanted to rest.
``Stay with me, stay awake G.`` Mumbo hit his cheek a little, he sounded panicked. ``Gosh, you're bleeding a lot. I'm going to get help, okay. Stay with me`` Most of Mumbos words went in and out of his head, his vision was spinning and everything hurt. He wanted to just lay his head down..he wanted to rest but Mumbo wouldn't let him. He watched as Mumbo seemed to be making a call. Everything began to fade in and out, words, voices, vision. He was conscious but not.
He could make out a few new voices that he recognized here and there.
But for most of it his thoughts had disappeared..