Statehouse stuff again

Villains have hearts too ya know (Cali x Texas) (Unfinished)

I found this.

I couldn't help myself.

TW: Self-hatred, suicidal thoughts, and implied self-harm.

Enjoy--

Texas kicked the golden state into a dim room. The only thing lighting it was a small lamp placed on a desk in the corner of the area. "I'm telling you they don't want me. You've wasted you're time." He said, not even bothering to get up.

"Pfft- Nice try four eyes. I'm not just going to let you go that easily. You're the one who makes all their tech, who wouldn't want you." Texas spat. The door slammed closed. A few clicks were heard, then distant footsteps. He was gone.

Texas didn't know...

Of course, he didn't know.

California scanned the room around him. There were things he could do, paper was placed on the desk with a couple of pens. A bookshelf filled with random books. His bed was twin-sized and kept neat. He couldn't argue the fact that Texas at least had his hostages in a decent place till help was to come.

Granted this is probably his new room. Help wasn't coming. Nevada hated him. All he wanted was the tools and to appear like one. His own 'brother' hated him. He and Colorado weren't exactly blood-related but that's beside the point. Everyone on that team disliked him.

They only wanted his smarts and he knew it. He hated himself for not leaving. He couldn't leave them, even if they didn't care that never stopped his feelings. He loved them all as if they were his siblings.

He climbed into the bed. It was surprisingly soft...

Texas honestly did know how to treat his guests.

+lil Time skip to 3 weeks later+

He told him.

California sat tied to a chair in Texas's living room. Texas ranting in the kitchen to Alabama. Another rather popular villain in their country. He didn't bother listening to whatever garbage they could be talking about him.

He deserved it. And so much worse, maybe even death. The southern state hasn't even laid a finger on him since he got here. Well other than that kick in the back when he first entered his new bedroom. He prayed that Texas would just kill him.

Death is a gift that not many want, yet he craved to open the box.

Alabama glanced at the tied state then turned back to Texas. "They ain't come for him yet?" He asked. 

"No, and it's pissing me the fuck off!! Like- I hate Nevada and that entire team with a burning passion. But leaving a member like this. Just. And I thought I was the bad guy ya know." He replied, lowering his voice. California shouldn't know about the concerns of his life.

"Hmm. Assholes. I'd get him way sooner. He seems pretty decent for a hero." Texas nodded in agreement and grabbed his hand. Dragging the state away from the kitchen and into California's room.

"I think he's... Been hurting himself." His tone was even softer and hushed than before. "Pardon?" Texas grabbed one of the pens from the desk then pointed to some stained sheets. Both seemed to be covered in a bit of red. "Damn. Poor guy, I kinda feel a bit bad for him."

"Ya sure it ain't just ink?" Texas laughed bitterly. 

"These pens only write in black."

Alabama took the pen and had his fingers trace the red-stained ink. "Hey look at some of these." Alabama looked away from the pen and at Texas digging through some of the papers laid out on his desk. 

"Won't he be mad you for looking at- actually? Never mind move over!!" He said rather excitedly picking up one of the sheets.

"6/7/2027,

I've been locked up in this house for about a week now. It's not terrible. Honestly speaking I prefer it here, at least I know when people talk shit about me.

What they're saying is kinda true. I mean, I've slept around a lot in my youth and I'm not exactly proud of it. But at least no one here brings it up every five seconds knowing full well it's a touchy subject for me.

I'm fed well and I'm reminded of when meals arrive. Not the 'Oh! I forgot I'm sorry Cali!!' Fuckery I used to hear. Not like I always eat it.

Washington was right when he said I was gaining too much weight. I am rather plump, aren't I?

Texas brought me in for questioning but I don't wanna sell out my friends. Even if they hate me. I could never bring myself to it. But I gotta go, another questioning is happening soon. I heard this time they are gonna use torture methods to get me to talk.

Seems counterproductive but alright. I kinda deserve it for being such an ass all the time. But it's still odd.

-Sincerely California.

P.S: Texas never actually did the torture he planed. Damn it."

Alabama placed the paper back onto the desk. Uncomfortably looking at the other southerner. He stared blankly at another, his arms shaking ever so slightly. Yet his eyes seemed filled with pure rage. Gently, he put it back and exited the room. Leaving Alabama stunned.

He walked into his room, he shouldn't be feeling this way about a hero. Ye, he can't shake the thought of someone who's seen as the smart great guy hating himself. And accepting being mistreated.

Especially by people who he loved. He just needs to forget this and not read those dumb letters or... Whatever they were anymore.

California's life wasn't his problem.

+About a month later+

California laid in his bed, scratching his now bandaged arms. The distant southern curses and smashing of presumably priceless items in the other room were all too familiar to him.

He was caught.

He was so calm about staying here that Texas would let him roam free around his house. Trying to prove to others that he hadn't given a shit about him. Which only made the teasing worse.

Because it was a lot more efficient than the pen, he stole a kitchen knife. The red on the sheets already gave it away, didn't it...

God, he was so useless. Tears trickled down the side of his face and landed on the deep blue blanket. He couldn't even hide it. To think someone as pathetic as him is a superhero...

His sobs grew a little louder but not loud enough for the southerner to hear over the yelling. Why couldn't he just die? Why was the world so against it?!

Texas kicked open the door, ready to cus him out for the panic he put him through. Only for money reasons... Obviously. No other reason.

He paused. Was he... Fucking Nevada. That bastard. Texas walked over to California then wiped some of the tears on his cheek. "I'm going to kill that bitch..." He growled, grabbing California's hand.

"What? Who are-"

"You know exactly who I'm talking about. I'll rip him to shreds. Fuck it. Everyone on that team shall feel my wrath." California frantically shook his head. He didn't need this stress now. 

"Y-You can't kill them, Texas."

"Gimmie one good reason not to."

"They're my friends." He replied, quietly. He wouldn't admit to being scared of the taller state. But god was he intimidating. 

"Friends don't leave friends locked up with a literal supervillain do they California?"He didn't respond. The golden state couldn't argue with his logic. All he wanted was to sleep and forget this ever happened.