I also didn't expect for this to turn into a series of chapters so I'm making this up on the fly lol
I'm actually making this story have multiple chapters I guess so yay? I promise Virgil will get a happy ending at some point! But sometimes it's gotta get worse before it gets better! :)
Warnings;; possibly triggering, violence, Abusive friendship. Abandonment, broken bones, injuries, blood, + other thingies. if you think this story may trigger you, don't read. :)
This chapter isn't too interesting, but it sets up the scene for future chapters ^•^
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"Roman!" Patton settled his hands to rest upon his hips, the Morality side frowning disprovingly at the Creative side who was currently carefully sliding his sharpened and shining blade back into its sheath before m straightening his white shirt and extravagant sash, brushing his hands over the prince-like outfit to rid it of nonexistent dust.
"Yep Patton?" Roman looked up, an expression of innocent cluelessness upon his face as he noticed the look upon Patton's face. "What'd I do?"
"You threatened to fight...!" Patton began to yell angrily at Roman before pausing as he realized he didn't know the mysterious sides name. "him!"
"...Yes? I'm not seeing any problems here." Roman tilted his head, confused as to why Patton was so enraged by his actions
"Did you not even take a look at him Roman?!" Patton cried. "He was terrified just by us simply standing here! Pulling an intimidating sword out and waving it about his face all the while yelling that you're going to fight him probably didn't help!"
"Yeah, he was probably terrified of me, but because I was preventing him from carrying out Deceit's orders and finishing off Patton as he had planned!" Roman cried out indignatily, crossing his arms defensively as he protested Patton's claims.
Logan cleared his throat, obviously making an entrance into the conversation, hand raising in a signal for Roman and Patton to be quiet for a moment.
"Roman, Patton does seem to be correct, this mysterious acquaintance of Deceit displayed body language providing a sense of fear and guilt, and the many bruises that were visible just on his neck and wrists alone were... worrying to say the least." Logan finished, lips twisting into a slight frown as he implied to his thoughts about the safety and physical health of the trembling side that had been huddled in their common room only a few minutes previously.
Roman paused, shoulders slumping as he understood Logan's implications, his eyes flashing from Patton, whose eyes displayed a sense of heartbreak and sadness as he looked grimly at the logical side, to Logan, who was grimly staring at Roman. "...He had bruises?"
"Yes..." Logan nodded, pushing his glasses up his nose as they had slid down. "This mysterious side, he was covered in them."
"You don't think..?" Roman uncertainly glanced at the other two sides. "He's being..." Roman looked away, unable to bring himself to say the horrid word that they were all thinking.
"Well..." Logan hesitated, before continuing. "From what I remember of that day two years ago, Deceit was definitely there, and I saw him grab the other side when they sunk out as Roman confronted them, and he certainly wasn't being gentle. And the other side looked rather shocked and horrified after... you know... if you ask me." Logan explained to Roman, noticeabley avoiding mentioning Patton's injury by name.
"He's right!" Patton nodded energetically. "Right before I got shot," Logan and Roman winced at this, not being used to Patton speaking of it so openly. "I had looked up as I stepped out onto the front of the stage and we had made eye contact for a few seconds, and he certainly had looked very apologetic and unsure of his actions. I think Deceit was..." Patton trailed off.
"Forcing him to do it..." Roman finished the statement for the morality side, voice grim and eyes sad.
"Well then we need to help him!" Patton cried out, wishing he could immediately assist the young side that had been cowering on the floor of the common room a few minutes ago. "Deceit is hurting him!"
"Patton..." Logan trailed off, but Patton knew what he was going to say. "Patton, we can't... we can't risk it. We need to focus on Thomas, not this... other side."
"Logan? No! We need to..." Patton turned to Roman, eyes pleading for him to agree with Patton's plan.
"Patton..." Roman ducked his head, glancing away. "I'm sorry but... Logan is right."
"I..." Patton took a deep breath before sighing. "I see." Patton then stormed away, opting to use the stairs rather than sinking out.
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"You've ruined everything!"
The shout rang out through Virgil's room, disturbing the normally desolate and silent area.
Virgil groaned as he rolled across the flooring of his room, curling onto his side as Deceit's booted foot slammed into his ribcage, forcing all the air in his lungs to rush out in a wheezing exhale, leaving him to desperately suck in precious oxegyn before Deceit struck again.
"You idiot!" Deceit screamed at Virgil, voice dripping with fury and eyes blazing with anger.
"Deceit-" Virgil attempted to calm the Deceitful side down, but Virgil knew it was to no avail as Deceit sent his foot into Virgils side yet again, pushing his limp and aching body back against the wall of Virgil's room, the smaller side cowering and attempting to block Deceit's attacks with raised hands, which were trembling as Virgil held them infront of his face. "I didn't mean to-"
"It doesn't matter what you didn't or did mean to do!" Deceit screeched angrily. "The light sides saw you!" Deceit drew his foot back yet again. "You went right to their common room!"
Virgil opened his mouth to protest again, but before he could speak Deceit brought back his foot one final time, sending it into Virgil's chest.
Virgil felt his chest erupt in pain as he heard a crack, before his vision was overwhelmed with white and he writhed on the ground, a desperate and pain-filled gasp escaping from his mouth as he wished for the pain to end.
Deceit had broken something, most likely a rib, possibly multiple.
Virgil felt his head hit the carpeted floor of his room, his arm falling to lay outstretched across the floor, lying next to the scaled man towering over him before his vision went black and he knew no more.
Deceit sneered at the unconscious side that was lying on the floor below him, and in a flash of anger Deceit raised his foot over the arm lying next to his feet, bring his heavy boots down on the upper arm with a sickening crunch.
Virgil didn't stand a chance, and the now horribly crooked arm was added to the ever growing list of injuries Virgil had accumulated in the last few days.
As Deceit strode away, cape swirling around him, he left behind a broken form, a bloodied and broken side, the product of his anger and frustration.
Shattered and wounded.
Just as Anxiety should be.
Broken.
Unrepairable.
Virgil had been broken, and Deceit felt not a drop of remorse for the injured side that lay unconscious upon the carpet of Virgil's room as he stalked away down the hallway, eyes narrowed in a silent fury as he dwelled on how to keep the Light Sides from interfering with his operations now that Virgil had messed everything up.
He hadn't gotten this far to let some useless pawn in his game ruin his plans.
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So that's all for now :]
- Ren
See you in chapter 3! :)