Brent
*TW: Assault and stabbing*
He woke up groggy and hurt; it felt like he had a loud marching band playing in his head while prancing on his brain. It took him a long moment to realize he was in the back of a car, after some exploring with his tied hands in the darkness, he figured out there was nothing useful for him to use as a weapon.
That left him with time to think; to process what he’d seen. His little sister had wings, like two sets of green-edged wings and they’d moved. They’d fluttered fearfully, so there was no way it could have been a costume.
Then the man moved with such speed that he could not react before he had torn the weapon out of his hand with inhuman speed and then hit him. He hadn’t even seen the blow coming, he’d only realized what had happened a moment before
