Let There Be Light - Forty Six
Four Months
Four months passed slowly as your belly began to swell. You were almost six months pregnant, and your belly just covered over your feet so when you looked down, you couldn’t see them. The rapid movement from your precious bundle of joy gave you the most hope and brought light on your darkest days. Feeling him or her move around and kick inside you would always bring a smile to your face no matter the storm you were going through.
König slept in your bed every night and watched over you like a hawk. His massive frame swallowing yours anytime he was close to you. Over the course of the four months from your capture, König made it a point to fuck you regularly. You hated it. Your body betrayed you most nights – him making you come over and over, but the fucked-up part is you thought of Ghost the whole time. König would praise you that you had finally broke and submitted to him, but you must’ve played the part well because you had not.
Michael visited you once in a while but left the overseeing to König. You knew that Michael knew what König was doing to you, but he didn’t care. You were a dollar sign in his eyes, and the mention of your baby coming out of his mouth made you sick to your stomach. Michael and König, both told you that once you had the baby, it would be given to a family in need. You screamed and lashed out with the most futile anger, but König grabbed you in his arms and whispered dark threats in your ear on how he would get rid of the child if you didn’t comply. Every time, you would slump to your knees as König kneeled behind you and hushed your cries.
Most nights you lay in bed crying yourself to sleep – feeling that there has to be another way and a way to end this hell because you couldn’t understand why this was happening to you. Michael had told you time and time again that Ghost and the rest of 141 weren’t looking for you. He tried to manipulate your mind telling you that they would have found you already and Ghost didn’t want you – especially now since you were pregnant. “Ghost didn’t love his own father, what makes you think he wants to be just like him?” Michaels words rang through your mind on repeat.
A part of you started to believe it, but your gut told you to get that shit out of your head. ‘Simon Riley loves you. Johnny MacTavish loves you and 141 will find you’ is what you would keep telling yourself in your darkest times.
“Something is on your mind Liebling?” König said to you as he was getting out of your bed. One thing about it, König was great at observing. Any shift in you, he was on it. You noticed that he was asking you this a lot lately, but you were also disassociating several times a day.
“Theres always something on my mind,” you say back to him. König had stood straight up and turned around to face you from your dark tone.
“Your little boyfriend?” he taunted. “Or should I say…boyfriends.” You snarled your lips at him mocking you and trying to get under your skin. You don’t respond, but the look on your face makes his eyes crease from grinning.
König turns and starts walking towards the door to your room before taunting you more, “If I was in a house off the radar, I’d have trouble finding you too.” You jerk your head up to him as the words processed in your mind. You keep your mouth shut, not wanting König to realize that you caught what he was saying. You swallow the lump in your throat when he stops abruptly and slowly turns to the side to look at you.
Your face was white as snow as all color drained from it and his eyes pierced through you. “I guess the cats out of the bag,” he says darkly as he starts walking back towards you.
“W-what are you talking about?” you ask trying to sound dumb.
König clicks his tongue not taking his eyes off you. You slide back in the bed and press your back against the wall, “You scared Liebling?”.
You don’t answer. The look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know – you weren’t supposed to find out they were looking for you. König places one knee on the bed and starts crawling towards you – his body towering yours. He grabs you by your throat as your hands fly to his as he pulls you to him.
An unfamiliar sound echoed outside causing König to tense with you still in his grasp. His grip wasn’t the tightest he’s had around you, but it wasn’t a loose grip either. Your green eyes clashed with his as you both looked confused with the noise you both heard. You dared not speak or breathe nonetheless, and König did the same – listening for the sound again. Whatever it was, was loud considering you were in a concrete soundproof room.
Another sound, but this time it was closer and more familiar. A gunshot. König jerked you off the bed, standing you up and your back pressed against his front. He reached down and grabbed his pistol from his thigh holster and held it beside you both. “Don’t make a fucking sound,” he says as he brings you both to the corner of the room where you both are facing the door.
A small yelp came from you as a loud bang bounced off the concrete walls around you. Whoever it was, was trying to beat the door down. König raised his gun and pointed it towards the door – his other hand still around your throat. You press your body into his, instinctively knowing that it was The Shadows on the other side of the door. You felt König take a deep breath from your submission and pressing yourself against him willingly.
Another loud bang on the door caused you to jump and your heart flutter as anxiety overtook you. Muffled chatter could be heard, but you couldn’t make out who the person was, but you knew Michael had pissed Graves off yet again and he was coming for what he wanted. You.
You held your breath to hear more clearly, but your heartbeat thudded in your ears – making it impossible to hear anything far away. The chatter stopped as the anxiety that was in your chest was starting to spread over your body – causing your face and lips to go numb. Your breathing picked up as you tried your best to control your hyperventilating. If it was Graves, there’s no telling what he would do to you or the baby and its not like you could fight like you used to; you could, but there was a high probability the baby wouldn’t make it.
“I got y-,” König’s words were cut off as an explosion knocked you and König against the wall behind him. Thank God he was behind you and cushioned you. Dirt and dust flew through the air as heavy footsteps and metal entered the room. Your ears were ringing, and your lungs burned from breathing in the polluted air. König released you from his grasp as you fell to your knees and then all fours gasping for air.
“Harley?!”
That voice. You jerk your head up. It cant be.
“Harley?!”
The dust hadn’t settled in the room yet, but you could start to make out dark figures. You look through squinted eyes trying to make out the dark figures better.
“S-Simon?” you call back. You were dreaming. It cant be him. You must’ve knocked your head on something and were imagining all of this.
The footsteps grew closer, “Fuckin’ hell. She’s here!” you hear him. His voice never sounded better. The relief in his voice brought tears to your eyes and every doubt you had ever thought, was answered, and laid to rest from hearing the confirmation in his tone.
Most of the dust was starting to fall and familiar faces looked at you. You let out a soft sob as tears spilled down your face. It wasn’t a dream. They were here. You watch as Ghost stops in his tracks towards you – eyes wide. A burning sensation filled your head as you felt a hand in the back of your hair jerking you up to your feet; your neck craned back.
“What did I tell you? You.Are.Mine,” König says through gritted teeth. A small yell fell out of your mouth from the pain.
“Let her go!” Soap yells out.
“Or what?” König plays back.
“Weve got six guns on your one. Now let her go,” Price demands.
König released your hair roughly as you lunge forward. He immediately grabs ahold of both of your arms with his free hand and holds you against him. You felt pressure on the side of your stomach.
“NO!” you hear Ghost yell. You look around confused as you look down and see König’s gun pressed against the side of your stomach and his finger on the trigger.
“Fuck your six guns,” he spits out. “You drop me, that’s one body. One bullet from me can drop two bodies. Now who’s winning Captain?”
Your body stilled at his threat as you shake your head rapidly. “König,” you whisper out.
“Don’t whisper now baby. Tell your boyfriend over there how much you have enjoyed screaming my name since the first time he watched.” The darkness in his voice was like daggers poking at your skin. “Or should you tell your other boyfriend, Soap, is it?,” he pauses as his words continue to taunt you. “Does the team know about your love triangle Harley? Do they know that you not only fuck the Lieutenant, but one of the Sergeants too?”
König applies more pressure to the gun on your stomach causing the baby inside of you to kick harder. “This child doesn’t deserve to be born,” he threatens. Your breathing picks up as your vision starts going in and out.
“Simon,” you whisper out a sob as the tears stream down your face and drip onto the large black t-shirt you were wearing. Your eyes met his amber ones as you blinked through the tears wanting to see him for the last time. He was scared as his eyes went from yours to your belly. The black around his eyes starting to disappear from the salty liquid leaking out of his.
“I will always love you,” you whisper out to him.
As the last word left your lips, a gunshot rang out and your world went black.
