Just a little plot bunny inspired by Alesso's Heroes (We Could Be) [Featuring Tove Lo]. This song seems to be made for America!
Disclaimer: I don't own the song or the characters!
We Could Be Heroes
"We could be heroes."
Arthur jumped as he heard the faint whisper. He looked around his cell, searching for the cause of the voice. Nothing. Same blank concrete walls, same blank concrete floor. Same cot. Same door. So where had the voice come from? He was sure that he had heard it.
Maybe the lab coats had brought someone new.
Arthur sighed and rested his head back against the wall. The voice had sounded American. From what Arthur had heard, Americans were loud, obnoxious, and generally undesirable. Then again, whoever it couldn't be any worse that the french frog.
His stomach grumbled, and he wondered when it would be time for lunch. On cue the door opened, revealing a guard. Arthur stood up and followed the guard down the familiar route to the cafeteria. A few others joined him, and he spotted the frog. Francis spotted him as well and sent him a flirtatious wink. Arthur just deepened his scowl.
"Bloody frog." He muttered to himself. The guard pushed him roughly.
"No talking." He ordered. Arthur shut up.
They were lead to a cafeteria, as usual. Once inside they were set free. Arthur headed to the lunch line.
"Ze food ees disgusting as usual, I see." Francis said, getting in line next to Arthur. Arthur snorted.
"Yes, such a shame our captors couldn't get us gourmet meals." Francis groaned dramatically, ignoring the sarcasm.
"A face as beautiful as mine needs food to match eet's delicate palette!" Arthur just sighed and, having gotten his 'food', found an empty table. As usual, he sat alone. Even in this freakshow, he was a loner.
He glanced over at the corner. In it sat the table. Where he sat.
He was a teenager who looked to be around Arthur's own age. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cowlick. He looked somewhat muscular, but his muscles didn't look used. His bright blue eyes were dull, and his hair was messy and needed a wash. The angelic white wings on his back were ruffled and dirty. His arms were restrained, so his guard had to feed him.
Arthur didn't know his name. Just talking about him seemed to be forbidden. But he knew the legend.
About a year and a half ago (no one was quite sure about the time here) there had been a break out. A huge one. Many children had gotten out of the facility. The teen had been in charge of the jailbreak. He had somehow gotten messages to the other kids and helped formulate a plan to bust them out by utilizing their skills. No one knew how he did it, not even the coats. Everyone had gone free except for him. Now, he was heavily sedated and had guards on him at all times. No one was allowed near him.
One of the teen's guards caught Arthur staring and he quickly looked away. He ate the rest of his lunch in silence. Arthur occasionally sent a glance at the teen sitting at the table. Was it possible that he was the voice from before? It would explain how he had communicated with the escapees…
The buzzer sounded, signaling the end of lunch, and Arthur dismissed the ridiculous train of thought. He was probably just going insane from boredom. He would have convinced himself, but as he got up from the table and was lead back to his cell, he was almost certain he saw the teen's eyes clear for a moment as he sent Arthur a wink.
So... could be the start of something. I have it planned as the start of something, but I need to plan the rest of the story. And a plot. Gonna go do that now. See ya!