I've been so excited to see your posts on my dash again! It says your askbox is open for prompts so could I potentially request: Two immortals, and one has kidnapped the friend of the other because they’re jealous that the other immortal is spending time with a mortal over them?
“I don’t mind if you have your toys,” the antagonist said, “I certainly have my own, though I’m less sentimental about them than you are.” they drew closer to the protagonist, blade biting into their neck. It couldn’t do anything to them- the skin would close over after the first spurt of blood- but it still sent a shiver of excitement racing over their skin.
“You can do whatever you want on your own time,” they continued, “But when I call, I expect you to listen.”
The protagonist snorted. “I can do whatever I want. I’m certainly not wasting my time obeying your every whim.” “And what you want is apparently to waste your time obeying the every urge of these ants.” the antagonist’s hand flashed, and a knife buried itself in the wall beside their friend’s head. Through the gag, their friend let out a startled scream.
The protagonist lurched forward. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t break my stuff,” they said as conversationally as they could manage. “I’m pretty fond of it.”
“You can get another one,” the antagonist said idly, and picked up another knife.
The protagonist caught their arm before they could throw. “Don’t,” they said, voice low.
The antagonist regarded them with some amusement, but didn’t pull their arm out of the protagonist’s grasp. Instead, they leaned in closer. “I’m pretty sure,” they said, breath hot against the protagonist’s face, “that I can do whatever I want, and I don’t have to waste my time listening to you.”
“You are such a dick.”
“I’m the only real person on this planet, sweetheart.” the antagonist jerked their head towards their friend. “The rest of them? They’re nothing. They’ll never understand you. They’ll never be on your level- not emotionally, not mentally.” They shifted their arm in the protagonist’s grasp, turning their hand to grab the other’s arm at the same time and pull them even closer. “They aren’t worth your time.”
The protagonist drew back, glaring. “And you are? You, who have infinite chances to become a tolerable person and yet with every one you decide to settle even further into a complete scumbag?”
The antagonist let go of their arm. “If I were you, I’d be more careful about insulting me.” They twirled the knife over their fingers.
Inadvertently, the protagonist glanced back at their friend. They were watching the pair, wide eyed.
“I think I’d be doing you a favor,” the antagonist said.
The protagonist stepped in between their friend and the antagonist, catching their eye. “Fine. Sorry for hurting your feelings. I’ll pick up your call next time. Now me and my friend are going to go.”
The antagonist tapped their chin. “You know… I don’t think so.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t think you’re actually sorry.”
“You’re a jerk. Of course I’m not actually sorry.”
Another knife hit the wall by their friend.
They hadn’t even seen it leave the antagonist’s hand.
“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry, I am, I don’t want you to hurt anyone.”
“Prove it,” the antagonist said.
They sighed. “How would you like me to prove that I’m sorry?”
“Stay.”
The protagonist blinked. They had expected humiliation, to have to kneel or crawl or grovel, not whatever this was. “What do you mean.”
“You’re going to go over and put on those cuffs, and you’re going to stay with me until I’m satisfied that you’re not going to keep ignoring me.”
The protagonist paused, considering.
“Take your time,” the antagonist said kindly. “I’ll just do some target practice while you think it over.” they readied another knife.
The protagonist yelped. “Don’t! Look, I’ll do it, just let them go first.”
The antagonist smiled, their eyes dark, and pressed a key into their hand. “Of course. Why don’t you go over and help them out.”
They rushed over to their friend and unlocked one of the cuffs. Their friend stared at them, tears in their eyes, shaking their head.
“Don’t worry,” they whispered, “I’ll be fine. Antagonist is a bit of a pain but they can’t hurt me.”
A knife whistled past both of them.
“Once you have the first cuff off, put it on your own wrist,” the antagonist said.
The protagonist took a breath, and clipped it onto themselves. Then they did the same with the other.
Their friend worked the gag off of their head. “I’ll get you out of here,” they whispered to the protagonist. “I’ll get help.”
From across the room, the antagonist laughed.
Their heartbeat picked up.
The friend turned to face them. “What’s so funny?” They asked. Their voice shook ever so slightly on the question.
“Unfortunately,” the antagonist said, “I don’t think you’re going to be getting any help at all.”
“Oh really?”
“Oh yes. You see, Protagonist wants to be here.” the antagonist locked eyes with them. “And they don’t want you getting in any trouble at all. Isn’t that right?”
The protagonist clenched their jaw. “That’s right,” they managed. “Friend, look. I know Antagonist better than anyone else. I’ll be fine. You can’t- you can’t come back. They’ll kill you.” “I’ll kill you,” the antagonist agreed. “So why don’t you run along and pretend this never happened? I’m sure you’ll see your dear friend again in- well, maybe fifty years?” They glanced back at the protagonist. “They’ve always been a bit stubborn. It might be longer.”
“Don’t listen to them,” the protagonist said. “Just leave.”
Stiffly, their friend left.
“Now,” the antagonist said, walking back to the table of blades, “let’s practice paying attention, shall we?”