I promised I would have this out soon. Before it starts though, I'd like to mention how these stories are meant to advance Wilder only *slightly*. Any wRHG battles that I go through with him will advance him a lot more, but these ones are more like singular pages in a novel while battles will be entire chapters.
That said, let's get on with it.
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It didn't take very long for Wilder's thoughts to switch gears. He was initially worried about his home, but as the ground floor of the alley got closer and closer, he started to realize just how much danger he was actually in.
He began to scream obscurities as he fell, and only had a matter of seconds to think of a plan. Suddenly, he had an idea. He ejected a card from his right wrist; a snare card. At the same time, an explosive card was ejected from his left. He threw the explosive one at the building opposite him. It was an old brick building, so it exploded fairly easily, bricks flying out below him. He watched for a second, spotting a singular brick that would suit his needs. As soon as it flipped and fell into place, he launched the snare card at it. When they collided, they flipped around together for a moment before the card exploded, the weighted net falling out below him.
As it was, he was getting too close to the ground to carry out his plan how he wanted it to, but he liked taking chances, he was a gambler, after all. Ten cards, five for each hand, were ejected, and all of them were confetti ones. Bricks began to fall into the net, and as soon as there were enough, he launched all ten of the cards, each of them exploding out into copious amounts of confetti, filling the net and making it fall faster. He wasn't too sure if it would work, but he couldn't exactly opt out.
The net crashed into an open garbage can, several of the bricks falling deep into it, and a short moment after, Wilder fell into the confetti, bundles of it flying out into the air. It took a moment for him to adjust, but there was definitely pain, and a lot of it. It felt like a few broken rips and maybe a dislocated shoulder, but he couldn't judge it.
He pulled himself out of the garbage can, falling to the ground and immediately realizing that he had sprained his ankle. He cursed under his breath and braced himself up against the garbage can. He didn't have the time to whine about his slight injury, so he jumped back into the trash to sift around for some wooden planks, preferably broken but he could break them himself if he needed to.
Unfortunately, he just found some old broken sticks. He screamed obscurities to himself before slipping some electrocuting cards from his suit. He carefully peeled each of them part, throwing out the electrical wiring and using the adhesive to stick the broken sticks together. He did this with a lot more cards, and after he had them ready, he fashioned them into a makeshift brace and fit it around his own leg. He stomped on th ground to test it a couple of times before deeming it good enough.
With his new leg brace, he made his way slowly to the edge of the alleyway. Police had already found their way to the bottom of his building. Police tape was set up, and Liz was out front, talking to one of the policemen. He pulled his mask up just enough for his mouth to be visible and took a deep breath, though the gasping sound you'd usually hear was gone. He spoke in a low, hushed voice, screaming out 'Help me!' He did this over and over, gradually getting louder.
After a couple seconds, his plan worked. It'd taken some time, but Wilder had learned to throw his voice, tossing it over to an alley behind the police cars. They eventually heard it, and several of them grouped up and ran into the alley. Liz was forced back inside the building, and all of the police out front had relocated to the alley.
He checked to see if the coast was clear, and when he was sure it was, he made a clear break down the street, running away from his building. The pain in his leg was clear, but he had learned to ignore it. He was pretty much stuck at this point. He had some backup apartments, but no one to help him. The feeling of being watched was finally gone, but he didn't know how long it would be that way.
He decided he would get to his first backup place, it wasn't that far from his building, so he could get there relatively quickly. The only issue was being seen. It was mid-day, and he stood out like a sore thumb. His only choice was to stick to the alleyways, which he knew pretty well. At the first chance he got, he jumped into the darkness, jumping fences, walls, and slipping around where he could.
By the time he did get to his backup place, it was dark enough for him slink around unseen, but there was no need for it. He always kept the keys to his places hidden in a small pouch on his suit, but he couldn't get in dressed like he was. He had thought of going through the window several times, but it'd be pretty hard climbing 15 stories up. Just because it was a backup apartment didn't mean it couldn't be nice.
After some serious speculation, he decided to drop his uniform out in the back alley and pick it up in the morning. He was still dressed in his clothes from the morning, dress pants, silk socks, black muscle shirt and a white button-up. Hiding his suit cleverly behind an old dumpster, he made his way inside, quickly walking past the lady at the front desk and making sure he got into the elevator alone. The fact that he had no shoes on made it a bit difficult, but he got by. He tossed the key up and down as he walked down the hall to his room. It was at the end, to his own specifications, so it took a while to get there. When he did, he unlocked the door quickly, stepping in and locking it behind him.
It wasn't as nice as the last place, but it was still pretty high end. Immediately in front of him was a long slender hall, an open archway to his right leading to the kitchen and two closed doors on his left, the first one leading to his room and the second one leading to the bathroom. Next to the kitchen archway was a second arch for the living room, a section of the wall opened leading to the kitchen.
Percy made his way into the living room, taking a deep breath before sitting down on the couch and turning on the TV, flipping to the news quickly. The story about his building was still on, and he was pleased to see that the police had captured Selofina as she tried to leave the building. On top of that, Percy hadn't felt like he was being watched at all since that morning. His pursuers could've just found a new way to hide themselves, and if they did, it wouldn't take too long for Percy to find out. He liked to think he was pretty observant, but that had yet to be seen.
With the immediate threat gone, he figured it would be safe to take the night off and get some rest and something to eat. Instead of cooking a complete meal, he settled on some toast and a jar of nutella before climbing into bed to sleep the night away.
Unbeknownst to Percy, he was still being watched. But this time, there was no way he would find out. Selofina was a disappointment, and it was the boss's own fault for trusting her with such a big task, he knew full well she couldn't handle Wilder at his best, but as she quite clearly showed, she couldn't even handle him when she had a clear advantage. The Boss stood over the edge of the taller building, staring down into Wilder's new home. He would give him another day to hide, but after that: He would be terminated.
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Well, that's that for now. I'll start listing these as chapters, I like the idea of them being a sort of book when put all together. Hope you enjoyed it, feedback is appreciated and encouraged.
That said, let's get on with it.
---___W I L D E R___---
It didn't take very long for Wilder's thoughts to switch gears. He was initially worried about his home, but as the ground floor of the alley got closer and closer, he started to realize just how much danger he was actually in.
He began to scream obscurities as he fell, and only had a matter of seconds to think of a plan. Suddenly, he had an idea. He ejected a card from his right wrist; a snare card. At the same time, an explosive card was ejected from his left. He threw the explosive one at the building opposite him. It was an old brick building, so it exploded fairly easily, bricks flying out below him. He watched for a second, spotting a singular brick that would suit his needs. As soon as it flipped and fell into place, he launched the snare card at it. When they collided, they flipped around together for a moment before the card exploded, the weighted net falling out below him.
As it was, he was getting too close to the ground to carry out his plan how he wanted it to, but he liked taking chances, he was a gambler, after all. Ten cards, five for each hand, were ejected, and all of them were confetti ones. Bricks began to fall into the net, and as soon as there were enough, he launched all ten of the cards, each of them exploding out into copious amounts of confetti, filling the net and making it fall faster. He wasn't too sure if it would work, but he couldn't exactly opt out.
The net crashed into an open garbage can, several of the bricks falling deep into it, and a short moment after, Wilder fell into the confetti, bundles of it flying out into the air. It took a moment for him to adjust, but there was definitely pain, and a lot of it. It felt like a few broken rips and maybe a dislocated shoulder, but he couldn't judge it.
He pulled himself out of the garbage can, falling to the ground and immediately realizing that he had sprained his ankle. He cursed under his breath and braced himself up against the garbage can. He didn't have the time to whine about his slight injury, so he jumped back into the trash to sift around for some wooden planks, preferably broken but he could break them himself if he needed to.
Unfortunately, he just found some old broken sticks. He screamed obscurities to himself before slipping some electrocuting cards from his suit. He carefully peeled each of them part, throwing out the electrical wiring and using the adhesive to stick the broken sticks together. He did this with a lot more cards, and after he had them ready, he fashioned them into a makeshift brace and fit it around his own leg. He stomped on th ground to test it a couple of times before deeming it good enough.
With his new leg brace, he made his way slowly to the edge of the alleyway. Police had already found their way to the bottom of his building. Police tape was set up, and Liz was out front, talking to one of the policemen. He pulled his mask up just enough for his mouth to be visible and took a deep breath, though the gasping sound you'd usually hear was gone. He spoke in a low, hushed voice, screaming out 'Help me!' He did this over and over, gradually getting louder.
After a couple seconds, his plan worked. It'd taken some time, but Wilder had learned to throw his voice, tossing it over to an alley behind the police cars. They eventually heard it, and several of them grouped up and ran into the alley. Liz was forced back inside the building, and all of the police out front had relocated to the alley.
He checked to see if the coast was clear, and when he was sure it was, he made a clear break down the street, running away from his building. The pain in his leg was clear, but he had learned to ignore it. He was pretty much stuck at this point. He had some backup apartments, but no one to help him. The feeling of being watched was finally gone, but he didn't know how long it would be that way.
He decided he would get to his first backup place, it wasn't that far from his building, so he could get there relatively quickly. The only issue was being seen. It was mid-day, and he stood out like a sore thumb. His only choice was to stick to the alleyways, which he knew pretty well. At the first chance he got, he jumped into the darkness, jumping fences, walls, and slipping around where he could.
By the time he did get to his backup place, it was dark enough for him slink around unseen, but there was no need for it. He always kept the keys to his places hidden in a small pouch on his suit, but he couldn't get in dressed like he was. He had thought of going through the window several times, but it'd be pretty hard climbing 15 stories up. Just because it was a backup apartment didn't mean it couldn't be nice.
After some serious speculation, he decided to drop his uniform out in the back alley and pick it up in the morning. He was still dressed in his clothes from the morning, dress pants, silk socks, black muscle shirt and a white button-up. Hiding his suit cleverly behind an old dumpster, he made his way inside, quickly walking past the lady at the front desk and making sure he got into the elevator alone. The fact that he had no shoes on made it a bit difficult, but he got by. He tossed the key up and down as he walked down the hall to his room. It was at the end, to his own specifications, so it took a while to get there. When he did, he unlocked the door quickly, stepping in and locking it behind him.
It wasn't as nice as the last place, but it was still pretty high end. Immediately in front of him was a long slender hall, an open archway to his right leading to the kitchen and two closed doors on his left, the first one leading to his room and the second one leading to the bathroom. Next to the kitchen archway was a second arch for the living room, a section of the wall opened leading to the kitchen.
Percy made his way into the living room, taking a deep breath before sitting down on the couch and turning on the TV, flipping to the news quickly. The story about his building was still on, and he was pleased to see that the police had captured Selofina as she tried to leave the building. On top of that, Percy hadn't felt like he was being watched at all since that morning. His pursuers could've just found a new way to hide themselves, and if they did, it wouldn't take too long for Percy to find out. He liked to think he was pretty observant, but that had yet to be seen.
With the immediate threat gone, he figured it would be safe to take the night off and get some rest and something to eat. Instead of cooking a complete meal, he settled on some toast and a jar of nutella before climbing into bed to sleep the night away.
Unbeknownst to Percy, he was still being watched. But this time, there was no way he would find out. Selofina was a disappointment, and it was the boss's own fault for trusting her with such a big task, he knew full well she couldn't handle Wilder at his best, but as she quite clearly showed, she couldn't even handle him when she had a clear advantage. The Boss stood over the edge of the taller building, staring down into Wilder's new home. He would give him another day to hide, but after that: He would be terminated.
---___W I L D E R___---
Well, that's that for now. I'll start listing these as chapters, I like the idea of them being a sort of book when put all together. Hope you enjoyed it, feedback is appreciated and encouraged.
