Prompt: A super hero who has the power to shut down sensory perception uses their powers for an obligatory purpose.
In the city, there were two types of people: good ones, and bad ones. The good ones were hard to find, made it easier to keep them safe. The bad ones? Like vampires, they came out at night. Prowling the streets for unsuspecting victim’s, they set to the task of making others miserable, or making themselves feel better. It was hard to tell sometimes. Lines blurred together so easily at night. It was especially hard to tell, at Brier Rose, the night club on the strip that was always the most packed on Friday nights. Good reason for it, though – the interior was filled to the brim with glittering strobe lights, interchanging colors as they spun to illuminate the dancers on the dance floor. The walls, murals of fiction-esk creatures, fairies and mermaids flittering about the deep greens and browns of the forest scape and white seafoam of the seas. The paintings made the club seem more art museum than popular rave spot, but the owner enjoyed the scenery and the crowd that the décor drew – fantasy enthusiast’s, comic book nerds and…others who dabbled in less wholesome activities. It was the perfect spot for dark dealing in the city, and that’s why the two of them were here.
“You got it?” a voice said. It was a bit hard to hear over the blaring piccolo’s from the sound system.
“You want it?” another voice replied.
A vile slid across the table. A hand, masked in shadow, grabbed it. Unscrewing the lid, the contents was smelt before a nod of approval was issued. The buyer slid some coins and bills across the table.
“Want it. There you go. Should cover the cost.”
The buyer stood and walked out the club.
Then their world turned upside down.
Left was right, up was down, and it took all of their will power to stay upright for the few seconds they did. They splayed across the pavement, the purchased vile soon forgotten as they heaved, seizing on the cool ground. Their eyes began to flicker between sight and blindness, the uncertainty of either state unnerving them more. It was then that they heard footsteps approach – out of one ear, when two were working not moments before.
“Mine,” a silky voice cooed, retrieving the discarded vile. “You have no need for something like that.”
The buyer attempted to speak. Their voice, or rather, their tongue, caught in their throat.
“I’d suggest you don’t do that,” the assailant said again. “I’ve disabled your well, all of your sensory and motor skills for an hour. You won’t be able to do much but what you’re doing now sweetheart.”
“Wh-why…?” the buyer managed to choke out.
A delicate finger tipped the buyers chin upward so their eyes met. Although the victim couldn’t see at the moment, a chill trickled down their spine at the gaze baring into their being from their attacker. A feather light kiss was left on their lips before their face was unceremoniously smashed against the pavement.
“Because,” heels clicked on the pavement. “I can.”
The buyer heard the click-clack of the heels fade into the night.