Throwing open my front door, I walked inside, happy to be home. Climbing up the humongous staircase, I began to regret my purchase of this house. When I finally reached the top, I entered my bedroom. It was the only room in the house I had bothered decorating, everything else depressingly bare. The room had two pieces of furniture, a mahogany bookshelf and a matching bed. It sported a deep navy comforter. The floors were bare, but not the walls. To the right of my bed, a large window with navy curtains and a matching window seat resided. The rest of the wall was covered in posters, featuring bands and artists I liked. In the center a large picture of Salvador Dali and his impressive moustache sat.
I flopped onto my bed, pulling out a copy of Lord of the Flies. Light rain drizzled outside. I enjoyed the way Lord of the Flies represented society. Some found in pessimistic, but I found it quite accurate. A harsh knock rang on the door. Sighing in annoyance I threw down my book. Of course someone would come, right after I got comfortable. I started to climb down the stairs, towards the door, when it swung open on its own.
The light rain had increased to a downpour. Lightning flashed, illuminating my unwanted guest. A man in a lab coat and goggles stood, holding a rather large gun. His gaze locked onto mine, and I hurried back upstairs. I heard his footsteps in close pursuit. He raised the weapon, firing an ice blue beam. I ducked, blonde curls flying, and the blast hitting the wall where my head had been. I turned into my bathroom, pressing my body against the wall and hoping he'd pass me. The footsteps stopped, provoking me to think he was much farther away. I slipped out of restroom, completely prepared to abandon this building, when I walked directly into the guy. He had been waiting there the entire time. He wrapped a gloved hand around my throat, lifting me from the ground. I groped at his arm, trying to support myself.
"It's rude to leave in the middle of a conversation," he growled, squeezing a bit harder.
He dropped me, causing me to fall in a heap on the ground. While I was working on trying to breathe again, he latched onto my shoulder and hauled me to my feet. Pointing his weapon at me with the other hand, he began dragging me down the stairs and outside. I suddenly recognized this man.
The newest member of the Evil League of Evil was dragging me through my own house. Dr. Horrible. I had never studies him too hard, mainly because he never left LA. Probably should have considered that when buying my house…
Outside, a black van stood waiting. At the wheel, Moist waited patiently. A minor villain I had heard of, he was known to aspire with Doc H.
Throwing open the van's doors, Dr. Horrible tossed me inside, following closely after. I sat on the floor, unsure of what to do. This definitely hadn't been the first time I was kidnapped, but the situation tended to vary.
"No funny business," Dr. Horrible pointed the gun at my threateningly, taking a seat. As soon as the doors closed we took off, leaving my home behind. It might have also better served my purposes to live somewhere with more witnesses, my house was in the middle of nowhere.
As the Doctor's attention was diverted, I took a moment to study him. As I said, I didn't know much about him at all.
"Wait, no," I felt the need to voice my discovery out loud He snapped his attention to me as I spoke, "Oh my god, it is!"
"What?" he snarled, trying to look annoyed despite his curiosity.
"You're that kid!" I laughed, more care free in these situations from all the times I've experienced them, "Billy! That was you? Wow, you're secret identity needs mucho work my friend."
He tensed up, looking angry and a bit disappointed, but remaining silent. I immediately canned the casual talk, but I found it hard to suppress a few stray giggles at his earlier incompetence.
My next thoughts traveled to escape. Whatever weapon he had, it most likely didn't aim to kill. This hypothesis was based solely on instinct, and that he was only known to have murdered one person. Pretty good all considered. The plan I formulated was quick, simple, and painless. For me anyway. I'd kick my way out. He didn't look too strong, and Moist? Piece of cake.
I shot out my leg, aiming to start something. A look of surprise flashed onto his face as he clutched his bruised shin. As I prepared a follow up, he fumbled his weapon into order and shot.
I was tied to a chair. It was like I teleported, and the sensation completely baffled me.
"You like that?" Dr. Horrible smirked at me, looking up from his lab equipment, "Freeze ray. Stops time."
I took a second to process what he told me. The thing he had shot froze me in time, allowing him to bring me here without further trouble and tie me to a chair. It was so weird, I was attacking this guy and boom I'm suddenly tied to a chair, somewhere completely different. It was quite disorienting.
"So, let it out," I leisurely glanced at him.
"What?" he looked up again, annoyed.
"Hit me up with your monologue. Divulge to me our evil plan. I'm in the mood for a laugh."
"Tell me how funny you find this," he set his things down, turning to me, "You sit here, not getting any food or drink until you learn to watch your mouth. When I feel you're miserable enough I sell you to the highest bidder. Hilarious!" he glared at me.
"Three words Doc," I rolled my eyes, "It's. Been. Done."
"Well, you can think about my unoriginality while you starve," he stormed out. I was satisfied with my ability to piss him off. Now there was just one thing. How was I going to get out of here?