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He looks up. It is hard, but he still does.
Everything hurts, his muscles acke. His bones are stiff and hurting, some ribs probably broken. But his wrist hurt the most, some loser -his captorer- tied them together too tight. He can't even move them anymore, and when he moves them, it feels like they broke.
He looks up, looking trough the spilled tears on his cheek. He doesn't know when he started crying, but he does know that it sometime ended, because he didn't have anything left.
He sees his captorer, or hears them. They are standing in the shadow, grinning. Or, Wilbur thinks that he is grinning. They are silently laughing, they must be grinning at the same time.
"Come out, I know you are there."
Of one of a sudden, Wilbur sees the camera. It films him, his captorer said. That is the first thing they told Wilbur. "Phantom, your being livestreamed. Don't do anything stupid." Seconds after they said that, Wilbur began to panick. Not for his life, but for his identity. "Don't worry, I didn't touch you mask yet." They add.
"I see you have spot the camera?" They ask, or more say. "The fun can start now, enjoy."
He is scared, literally scared. What do they mean with "enjoy"? How the hell can he enjoy this?
The man walks closer to him, Wilbur can now see them. They have long pink hair and almost red glowing eyes.
They, at the beginning, also told Wilbur to call them 'sir' or 'Mr. B'. Something else would be punished, so Wilbur sticks to that rule. (Only really because the guy showed Wilbur a set of equipment to pull nails out of hands. But that isn't important.)
"We can start, right?" The guy asks, the upper half of his face is covered by a mask, a pig skull to be specific.
Wilbur doesn't answer, knowing he doesn't really have a choice in this.
"Talk." They say blund.
"What are you going to do with me?"
"What did you say?"
"What are you gonna do with me?" He repeats, louder this time.
"No I meant, what do you need to add to the sentence?" The guy says with a smirk.
Ohh fuck no, Wilbur isn't going to call him sir, fuck no.
The guy laughs, "Say it, Phantom. You know you need to."
"Fuck you... Sir, could you please explain what you are gonna do with me." He says, anger clearly noticeable trough his voice.
"I didn't need that begging, but it wasn't that unpleasant, to be honest. You want to know what I am gonna do with you?" They laugh, a devil's laugh, ones that only be heard in movies. "Reveal you to the world, little hero."
"Wait, whot!" He scouts, fully brittish. "What the fuck do you mean with 'reveal you to the fucking world,'!"
"You identity, your civilian form. Your face on the media. Isn't that lovely?" He laughs again.
He is silent, he's gonna jump of a bridge if he comes free. He doesn't have a purpose if anyone knows his civilian form.
"Fuck you."
"Let's begin then, shall we?" They say, too happy for this.
He checks if the camera is on, it is. The stream filling the chat on the computer screen in the corner in the room.
He stands in front of Wilbur to withhold the view for the chat.
"Is the mike on, chat?" The stream fills with grey no's only the red names say yes. They see that as enough. "Okay, let's start then?"
The chat's all yes's, only some no's and even less ones that say 'let him go.'
"You want to know what we are gonna do today, chat?" Again only yes's "this hero here," he steps away so they can see him "will pay for his good doings. You want to know how?" Only yes's again, "I am gonna unmask him, let you all see who he is. Isn't that lovely?" He laughs, and the chat is only yes's again.
He steps behind Wilbur. Wilbur can now see that, he can not only see the chat's messages, he can also see what the camera is streaming. He can see himself, with the guy behind him.
The guy brings him head to his ear, so close Wilbur can feel how warm his breath is.
"Call me sir, and say please when I ask you something, understand?"
He slowely nods, to confirm that he understands. Be really doesn't want to, it is humiliating to call them sir.
"What did I tell you?"
Ugh, "Yes, sir. I will."
"Harder, talk louder."
"Yes, sir. I will." He repeats louder, seeing the chat laugh at that.
After a moment of waiting he starts again.
"You want me to show your face right." He feels a cold tube being places on his back- a gun- but the stream can't see it.
"No." He says under his breath so the chat can't hear it.
"I'll shoot, say you want it."
"Yes, sir. Please unmask me." He says sarcastic, hard enough for chat to hear.
"Say it like you want it."
"Isn't it not really weird that a hero wants to be facerevealed to the world. Isn't that a obvious lie?"
"Lets just start." He gave up, Wilbur laughs. "Chat, make as many screenshot as you want. Be ready, 10-" he starts counting down.
He lays his hand on Wilbur's mask.
"3, 2, 1... 0"
He pulls, Wilbur feels the fabric coming of his face.
He looks at the laptop, waiting for the villains reaction. But that never comes. The only thing he sees of a reaction is that the villain stills and his eyes widen.
"Give a reaction. I am in this situation because of you!"
"The fuck." That's the only thing the villains says before shooting. Wilbur cramps in and closes his eyes, waiting for the pain to come. But it never does, he looks up, seeing that the camera in on the ground with a hole trough it.
The villain walks in front of him, coming to his knees and examining his face.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking at you. You really have brown eyes or are they lenses?"
"Wait what!?"
"Answer me."
"They're really brown, no lenses."
"The fuck?" The villain walks away, turning his back to him and pulling his hair.
"What are you... wait... YOU FUCKING KNOW ME?!" He yells.
"I don't know, fuck, your hair. What color is it?"
"Brown?"
"No, no. What color is it really?"
"Brown, like I said. Why are you doing so weird?"
He walks back, stopping in front of Wilbur. Coming to his knees again, but know cupping his face in his hands.
Wilbur flinches from the sudden contact.
"The fuck are you doing?! Keep your hands off of me!"
"No, keep still. I am not gonna do anythin' to you, can't scarr you as well."
The villain pushes Wilburs head to the side, looking at his ear. Or more behind it. "You had a freckle there?"
"How the hell do you know?!"
"Don't yell at me, your still my prisoner." He says "look up." Wilbur doesn't move "I said, look up. Now." And so he does. "Phantom, speak for me. Please?" The please sounds like he is begging, like a actual plead.
"Why?"
"Just do it! Tell me who you are."
"No, I won't. You already know my face, you don't need to know my name too."
"Sure, tell me what you hobby's are."
"No, why do you want to know?"
"Because," The villain brings his hands to the back of his head, Wilbur hears a click and with that the mask falls off. Leaving Wilbur to stare at... at himself.
He sees his own face, only allot more scarrs on it. They look weird, they have large bags under their eyes, their red eyes. And instead of short curly down hair, they have long- almost to the bottom of their shoulder blades,- pink hair.
"Who the fuck are you." The villain says, lifting the gun to the hero's head.
"I..." He doesn't find the strenght to talk.
"Fucking answer me."
He is already gonna die, why not give the villain an answer. "Phantom."
"You real name, Phantom."
"William Soot."
The villains tenses up, his eyes go into a lot of emotions in a split second, first devensation, then shock, followed by furrow then by anger, a lot of anger.
"The truth." They pull their braid, hard enough to let the tie around it snap.
"William Soot, sir."
"William? I know your lying, but now fucking listen to me..." The villains legs collapse, letting the them fall to the floor.
"Sir?" No answer, "Fuck!" He tries to stand up, only to be hold back by the ropes.
He struggles against the knots, trying to untie himself. He doesn't know why he didn't try this sooner, just coming out of it and leaving. Now the whole world knows how he looks like and... that doesn't matter, he is a hero. He needs to help civilians and because the guys doesn't have his mask on, he counts as a civilian. Or wilbur hopes to.
After what feels like ages, he struggles free. Out of breath but free.
He checks their pulse it is steady, but the villain, if Wilbur remembers his own face correctly, looks pale.
"I don't even know you name." He says, more to himself than the other. "I never had training for this, shit." He now sees the gun laying at the villains side, in one fast movement he grabs it. He shoots, not at the villain but at the wall.
From the sudden sound, they shot up. Now sitting on the floor, their eyes widen seeing that wilbur has the gun in his hands.
"Your goin' to shoot me?"
"No, I am not. I am a hero, I do not kill civilians."
"HEH!?"
"I do not kill civilians, why would I shoot a civilian?"
"But, I am the Blade... why?"
"What's your real name?"
"Why would you want to know?"
"So that were tie, that when I leave you know as much about me than I know about you." He points the gun at the villain, not planning on using it.
"Technoblade Soot..." They look down, almost ashamed of their answer.
"You're playing right? Right.."
"No, I am not. William."
"Oh," he says angry. "Our parents need to explain a lot when we come home."
"We?"
"You thinks I am gonna let you walk around free when there is a change that you my brother? No. Thought so."
"But... my mom then?"
"Wait, you have a mom!?" He yells excited.
"Yeah, a mom not a dad. What's so special?"
"I do not have a mom, only dad."
"Ohh... oh." His eyes widen, " could that mean...?"
"Dunno, stand up. We need to leave." He reaches out his hand, the villain grabs it immediately.
"Yeah, let's go."
The walk home is filled with talk between the two about their childhood and parents. Talking about the good times and bad.
They walk until wilbur sees his house.
"That one," he says and nods at it.
"It's... big..."
They walk tot he front steps, wilbur knocks on the door.
Someone yells form inside 'coming!' and after a bit, Phil- Wilburs dad- opens the door.
"Will, where were..." He begins, only in the mids of his sentence seeing the other standing at his side. "Hi, mate..." He sighs "I see you two want a explanation?" They both nod, "come in Wilbur," wilbur walks in, but before Techno can walk inside, phil steps in front of the door. "I do not want you to talk about your mum, do you understand me?" There is no venom in his voice, only deep sadness and sorrow. So Techno nods, Phil steps away and leads Techno to the livingroom where Will is waiting for them.