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Tommy's job was simple. Stop the bad guys, and he could call it a day's work. Too bad, for the past month. Central has set its heroes for Tommy's arrest. The government doesn't intend for vigilantes to rise.
In his defense, Today, he stopped a big Human Trafficking exchange down at the 5th district. He saved children! Made mothers cry- in a good way! And risked his own life in the upper-class area.
Tommy has lived his whole life in the Slums. It may be filthy and prime forbid it is not safe at all, but at least he can live with his freedom without a gun to his head or fake promises to set him up. You had to fight your way out just to live.
Among anyone else, he would know that the most.
Even if he was currently running for his life on building roofs so high, they were at the mercy of Earthquakes. He deliberately ignored how the streets sang with color and liveliness. That was something he longed to experience but wouldn't strive for as some of his favorite heroes chased him out of the upper-class area. He doesn't intend to surrender.
He knows what will happen once he's caught. He ain't going through that shitty vigilante-to-hero program, and he ain't going to prison either!
He would rather die than be a pawn to the very thing he cursed.
"Big T to Big Bee. I don't mean to doubt you, big man, but I can't keep this chase up for much longer."
His voice is slightly hushed, out of breath. He was still running but loud enough to reach the contraption that circled Tommy's right ear. When he got no answer, he swore he would commit murder as soon as he wasn't being tailed by Siren of all Heroes.
What was Tommy expecting? For Siren to give up on any physically draining activity?
Probably yes-
Okay, maybe he should've expected more from a leaderboard hero. Still, Siren himself was not as known for his Physical attributes as Wither.
"Shit," Tommy curses to himself when a strangely shaped contraption shot just above his shoulder as he stumbled, briefly watching it zap and flash around on the ground.
Ah fuck- it nearly hit him!
If he hadn't tripped on his way to the next building. At least he doesn't think Siren could chase him from here.
The gap was like what- 7ft-ish feet apart??
Maybe he should thank Tubbo for his bouncy boots and other contraptions.
He hurriedly steadies himself, turning to the masked man. In a sort of more modern-looking general uniform with a hoodie, sleeveless tailcoat with small fur edges, his eyes covered with a mask, and his other hand holding down a black face mask.
"I command you to stand down, Vigilante."
Siren's voice echoed through like a soundwave with free reign of the air. Yet, Tommy was not fazed in the slightest, in fact slightly smug seeing Siren's confused and shocked face. Siren's mouth was left hanging for seconds until he closed it, the edge of his lips twitching downwards.
"Oh, where are your words, dear Siren?" He says mockingly.
Oh, what Tommy had to do to stop him from audibly laughing at his face. But there was no escaping the wide grin that appeared on Tommy's face. It was much more of a treat since Siren just so happened to be one of the more publically flattering dickhead heroes.
So much for having compulsion as a power. Nothing could get to the Tommy Innit quite literally at that too.
Siren stood at the opposite building, the strange gun of some sort still pointed at him and his right hand now reaching back in a pocket of his tailcoat, not that Tommy could see what was in said pocket.
"I just don't think you're worth another breath."
If Tommy could walk over to the bitch's face, he would punch his obnoxious face- for the delight of beating a hero and just for punching.
"Bee to Big T, I've got your location. Hang tight, Ender is coming."
It takes everything in Tommy not to snark back into his communicator and tell them both to hurry the fuck up, grinding his teeth against each other. His eyes still locked on Siren, watching for even a slight movement. You can never be too careful around Siren. You know a sly fella when you see him.
"Why don't you come over here instead of using weapons, Siren?"
Tommy knows he can't.
Tommy knows that the building gap is too risky to try. Tommy had just been a good jumper.
"None of your business."
Siren says, taking out his fisted right hand, throwing it at him revealing sprinkles- confetti? from his pocket. The action made Tommy tense up, shifting his position to be more defensive despite the slight ache of his foot, but it was too late.
A cool metal was now pressed against his neck.
Fuck! He got distracted.
He slowly puts his hands up and feet together. Forcing his neck into an unnatural position as the blade pressed ever so slightly deeper but not enough to draw blood, he surrenders.
That doesn't mean Tommy's giving up, though.
"Gentlemen, I'm sure we can come to an agreement."
He proposed but received no answer from the 2 heroes. Though he was speaking to Siren rather than, who he strongly assumes is, the Wither behind him. What other Hero had bright pink hair?
Even with the gap between Top Hero and Hero 9, Siren and the Wither has been a duo for a long time, ever since their internship. People would rarely see Wither on the job without Siren attracting an audience.
Tommy had forgotten Wither was also at the sight of the exchange. He even fought alongside the man just a few moments ago! But now's not the time for fawning over one of his favorite heroes.
Tommy may literally be illegal, but he can have his favorites.
"Vigilante of District 7, you are now under arrest for Illegal use of weapons, robbery, and running from the law."
Tommy couldn't do anything but roll his eyes and internally strangle Siren for being a bitch.
"For a Hero, you sound like a wrong un."
"For a Vigilante, you sound like a whiny child."
"For a hero, you're a Bitch"
Tommy could hear the little sigh that came from Siren and smiled proudly at himself for being able to annoy him.
"Enough dilly dallying, restrain him."
He could hear the sound of cuffs clashing towards one another dangling behind him. He won't lie. He's a bit nervous with the proclaimed best fighter in the city.
Except this was the epic Vigilante of District 7 they were trying to arrest, the POGGEST Vigilante to be brought to the people, to the Slums of District 7 of L'manberg. He didn't risk his life, his passion, nor his goals just to be thrown to the wolves. He will in no way go down without a fight, hearing a little whisper in his ear.
"Ready to go, Toms."
Tommy Smirked up at Siren to the Hero's confusion but kept eye contact. He was going to get in a whole ton of trouble just for this mission. He might as well pull off an epic exit thinking with his twisting stomach.
Tommy's seen the posters, the news "Bring back alive."
"I never go down without a fight."
He sweeps at the Wither's legs, making him lose his ax's position on Tommy's neck.
They can't kill him. He never committed a crime worth murder anyway. Sure he's stolen- in his defense, he restole the stolen, has weapons- it's called self-defense.
Do they know how many criminals try to kill him each day? Everyone in the slums has one. The amount of knives or guns he finds in sketchy alleyways or hidden in warehouses is bizarre.
Well..for an average citizen who is not him.
He jumps off the building into the deep dark of the alleyway. A blur of black and white soon follows him down the fall, grabbing his hand as they were both engulfed in purple particles and the world's biggest stomach ache.
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A trip to the bathroom was very much needed as soon as reality came to him. The acid taste in his mouth was not his favorite flavour, far from it, actually. He hopes he didn't get any bile on his scarf, washing his mouth and flushing the toilet as a glass of water handed to him as soon as he was out was finished in a second.
"Now that's the stuff- do we still have cola?" Tommy says removing his mask and scarf, throwing them in a random direction to let his face breathe. It starts to get all stuffy in buildings
His companions only gave him a dead look, the shorter male. Still, he'll be damned if he didn't feel a bit of fear from that dead gaze. In contrast, his significantly taller one looked as pale as a zombie, though to be fair, Ranboo is a walking white and black skyscraper hybrid who jumped in to teleport them.
Guess he should give the man some credit for saving both of them- and maybe a turn with the bathroom toilet.
"Big T, Warn me the next time you decide to follow criminals into the 5th district and get chased by 2 of the top 10 heroes, and I'm not the one explaining this to Sally later. You know she'll be furious".
Ah, shit- he forgot about Sally for a bit.
Damn it, Tubbo.
If Tommy looked even a bit scared, as pale as his classic white shirt, he swears that was because of the massive height he fell off of.
Tommy couldn't even get his say as Tubbo walked backward to the kitchen, hands up in surrender and what he knows is a suppressed laugh.
"THEN WARN ME THE NEXT TIME YOU TELL ME TO WAIT FOR MY LIFE TO BE SAVED."
Tommy shouts as Tubbo disappears around the corner, mumbling to himself tho fondly at his friend. The sound of flushing was heard from the back, followed by a sickly-looking Ranboo clutching his stomach.
Tommy only grinned, wincing ever so slightly. Sure maybe he felt a bit guilty for Ranboo. His tall friend wasn't as called for the extremes as he was- note, only a bit.
"Please don't throw yourself off buildings anymore, I don't like getting a heart attack, nor my organs twisted."
"Well, maybe next time you should teleport faster- besides, that was an epic exit, man- I fought the Wither off-"
"No, you escaped from him. Fighting him is totally different-"
Shush Boob boy.
"-I fought the Wither off AND does it feel good to annoy Siren and- OH MAN WAS IT-"
"Newly named Vigilante of District 7 has yet to be found after being seen at the warehouse. Some victims say that Theseus had been the one to save them, but as of now, the officials are still looking for Theseus."
Tommy and Ranboo peeked into the kitchen, seeing Tubbo focusing intently on their small T.V., which lay on the counter.
The headline was "Vigilante Theseus seen at an abandoned warehouse in the 5th district." The news showcased the children united with their families, culprits being arrested, and a video of him diving off the roof of a probably 20-30 story building and disappearing the next.
But Theseus, huh? Oh, prime Sally will be livid.
Tommy didn't know how to feel about fame. He's been thinking of making a Vigilante name for himself for years. Yet, nothing seemed right. Red Riot, Crimson Crusader, Big T (strongly rejected by both Tubbo and Ranboo) at least he didn't have to think about it anymore but there’s another question.
“What kind of fucking name is ‘Theseus’??” He not complaining but at least make it better- not some dead greek man-
“They said it was the Blood God who started it” Tubbo says casually eating his chips like the news was a movie.
Word does go around that the Blood God likes to invest his time in Greek Mythology. Tommy doesn’t have anything against it, he just wishes he wouldn’t get a dumb name. Now a name like Ares i s fucking cool
Though there was a little pride in him. The people have at least acknowledged him- a top hero has acknowledged him! rather than the heroes constantly getting the credit.
The news continued, going on about other details, even interviewing some of the victims and Siren- and Tommy could care less.
"What do you say to this news, Amanda? Had Theseus really helped those children from becoming laborers?"
"I think it's safe to say that Theseus had, in fact, helped rescue these children but don't forget not too long ago he fought off several heroes tasked with his capture, and may I remind you those very heroes are still out of commission due to injuries."
Oh, he just- fuck you, Amanda.
The slums have always been looked down upon. Criminals and vigilantes ruled the areas of the slums. Sure, there were heroes- amateurs as they were, but the point is they couldn't even do their job for shit. It was the inner districts, which received much more attention being closer to the central tower.
Those heroes had come at him with the full intent of breaking his legs. He just did as much as self-defense to do what he could to get away.
Leave it to the news to put down the hard work of vigilantes by bringing up the illegal shit.
They weren't the only ones to come out of that brawl injured. Tommy's own body had ached for weeks- it made his job much harder.
Tommy was as much of a hero as Siren and Wither were. He's not even saying this for his own flattery. It's simply a fucking fact.
If only they knew what really went on underneath this city.
Great now he remembered why he came out running like he saw fucking Bloody Mary.
"By the way, Tubs, I found something in the warehouse."