Demon!Male Reader + 141 feat. Alejandro + König 2
This was definitely a weird thing to write (still is), to be honest, and I DID NOT expect people to ask for a Part 2!
This one is shorter than the first one, but if yall want another one, that will be longer. Plus, I may end up mixing the C.L.A.W.S in, possibly, but that depends on what y'all say in the comments...
But now, it is here, folks! So please enjoy!
All Y/n could do was run...
They had saw him, watched him, heard him...
They would never accept him for what or who he was ever again.
They would only despise him now. Hell, to really think he could have kept it a secret... he was such a fool. Stupid to even have the slightest bit of hope that he would keep him demon side at bay and in control.
All he could do was run now... and never look back.
No one muttered a word on the ride back to the base.
How could they? After what they had just saw, Price could only imagine where the team was at mentally.
Gaz looked lost in his own head, his stare blank and frightened as he was still in shock from it all.
Ghost... God where did he ever start.
The man looked like he was ready to kill someone, checking his gun for what was the third time now, taking out the magazine and counting his bullets again and again.
Soap, he was quiet like Gaz, probably also stuck in his head from the scene as well. Price couldn't blame him though, after seeing what... what Y/n had done to that man's body...
König and Alejandro, they were probably the most shaken up but didn't dare show it. König kept his thoughts to himself and Alejandro was in his own corner saying something in Spanish about "God", or at least that's what Price managed to catch.
Overall, no one was expecting tonight to go as sideways as it did. They all have seen their fair share of shit on the field, no doubt about it when it came to this line of work, but to watch one of their own be the cause of it...
Price couldn't do anything but sigh outloud.
It was heavy, sad, and everyone felt it.
Price could only close his eyes as he replayed to chaos, the turmoil, the... the massacre in his head again quietly.
The screams of agony... the carcasses that once lived hanging from the ceiling, the blood, the organs, the bones, and the flesh... it looked like more than a murder scene.
He remembered walking through it all, remembered the smell of copper and death in the air, the feeling of a man's hand grab ahold of his ankle, looking down to a sight he regretted instantly. The man's torse was all that was left of him, his intestines spilling out like a worm trying to wring itself from the dirt.
His eyes, pleading from someone to save him, but his fate said otherwise. Tears were all that pricked at the edges of his eyes, shock, fear, and pain all rolled into one. That's what was left on his face as he passed quickly. The light in his eyes fading as he took his last breath, and his grip on Price's leg loosening just as quick as it was there.
A small heartache found Price, as he replayed the scene in his head. He had seen nothing like it before. Just like he had seen nothing like Y/n that night either.
He opened his eyes again to stare at his team.
He didn't know were he stood now.
And with Y/n... he hoped soon he could get some answers...
That they all could get some answers, to what the hell had just happened.
Running was all Y/n was good for...
Running was and would always be apart of him until met his fate in the end.
He grew to hate it but it was the only way he had survived all these years...
Running from his life, his past, his future... he always ran away from all of it.
He was a fool to think that working with the 141 would work out for him, that he could actually find people who he could trust, that he could call a family, that he could...
They resented him now and there was no point in going back.
He recalled the looks of digust written on each man's face, watching as he had easily tore through the flesh of that corpse, eating in front of them with little to no shame. Not one ounce of it.
Y/n knew they would never look at him the same way now. For all he knew, they had probably already dispatched a group to look for him and try to eliminate him. Of course, their guns wouldn't kill him, not unless they were made of the same material their swords were.
But he highly doubted it. Demon Slayers had long died off and Y/n was sure of it. He had checked too.
His legs could only carry him so far until he stopped, his stomach growling for attention as he stood there.
He was hungry, and he needed to eat. If he was lucky, he'd find a rabbit running around like him, trying to survive only to be killed for the benefit of its captor.
His scent caught onto the blood quickly, moving with haste as he hunted in the night. The forest thick shadows kept him hidden as he moved through stealthy on all fours, taking his time as he located his prey. The grass floor hid him from the moonlight, and then he saw it.
Y/n's mouth watered at the sight and without a second thought he pounced.
Price and the others got of the copper, silent as they made their way into the base.
He didn't mutter a word to the rest as he quickly went to go put up his gun and make his way back to his room.
Laswell could wait because he needed time to process what the hell had just happened.
He stepped into the room, shedding his clothes and gear as he did so. He turned the shower on, letting it warm up before stepping him and scrubbing himself until the he forgot.
Forgot the scene. Forgot the sounds. Forgot about... Y/n.
He sighed to himself as he could only wonder about where the man had went. He knew Laswell would have questions that he didn't have answers to in the morning but right now, he needed sleep.
If Y/n was still out there, he'd get those answers and do whatever it took to save him.
You can't run forever Y/n...
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