"My Hero"
♡ Reader x mooknight smol oneshot ♡
Splat.
You spat out the remaining blood that pooled in your mouth, watching as the scarlet liquid traveled down and through the cracks of the cement floor. The sound of it dripping through the drain follwed the rhythm of the nearby clock. As well as the pummeling sound of your erratic heartbeat; desperately trying to pin down any rising fear.
Soon, a gruff voice could be heard speaking out. "Hey boss, they're still not talking .... If I go at it any longer they'll be out like a light." You couldn't help the weak smirk that formed on your face, deviously croaking out, "bet you wish you could say that about you and your girl eh?" Quickly growing a feeble, Cheshire-like grin that revealed two rows of bloody teeth.
Boom.
The sound of a meaty fist colliding with flesh could be heard throughout the empty room. A flash of white, hot searing pain clouded your vision accompanied with a loud ringing through both ears. You barely allowed yourself to only release a small yelp from the beating. Due to the fact that you didn't want to give the perpetrator too much satisfaction from your pain. Leaving the bulky man in the end to just release a slew of obscene curses from his chapped lips.
"Woah Mike, take it easy there alright? We still need them alive- how about you go ahead and take a break okay?" A man with shoulder length, golden blonde hair gently spoke out. His hand tenderly patted the offenders' shoulder while the other leaned onto a metallic gold cane. Your now somewhat bruised eye couldn't help but squint in confusion and awe as you studied the top of it. A two-headed crocodile embellished the top of the rod. For a split second you could have sworn the reptile's eyes gleamed purple.
Realization of who this person was quickly struck your bloodied face. At the same time, the poised man seemed to notice the said awareness and placed the end of his cane under your chin. You couldn't help but slightly wince as he lifted it so that you could now face him. The pressure shooting all the way up to the now throbbing cheek. He tutted before slyly speaking out, "to think this all could have been avoided if you just told me where he placed the scarab."
Funny thing was, is that your rebellious stunt put only you at the scene of hiding said item. Were you gonna tell him that?
Pfft. No.
You spitted out any remaining crimson liquid onto his face and grinned triumphantly. "Over my dead body ... Arthur," mustering out as he quickly wiped his face off with his handkerchief. The sound of his name coming out of your mouth quickly drew his attention. Harrow cupped his hand around her-less damaged-cheek and tenderly rubbed his thumb across. "It deeply saddens me to see an exquisite wonder such as yourself come to this." He motioned to your bruised complexion with his cane as he stood back. You couldn't help but scoff in disbelief at the absurd compliment.
You shuffled your tied hands around some more, hoping to eventually break out, but only received harsher rope burns in return. A moment of tense silence filled the room so thick it was almost suffocating. Terror still lingered in your chest as you were well aware of his reputation. You knew if he tried to 'read your scales,' the result would most likely not be in your favor. "You know that I'm not the villian they all made you believe me to be." Arthur spoke out as he then crouched down to your level-which was currently a seated one in a rusty, metal chair-and rested his hand on your knee. The sensation of his calloused palm couldn't help but make you grimace in disgust. "In all actuality, I'm the hero here, only wanting to bring out a world filled of peace and happiness." He soulfully spoke out whilst looking up at you with admiration glistening in his eyes.
"I can save you too ... if you just tell me where the relic is. Then I can free you from all this pain." His thumb tenderly rubbed her knee to match the fond tone in his voice. Only for it all to fall on deaf ears. "I think .... I think you're delusional that's what," you sneered out to the man across from you. "Your version of 'peace' only causes the deaths of millions who haven't even had a chance to make those decisions. If anything I'm sure those so-called 'bad' choices only result in them leaving you and your whole crew flat out on their sorry arses." You quickly spilled out, the rapid release of sentences leaving your sore chest heaving for air.
Harrow only stayed silent as his face quickly fell and became dark with an emotion unreadable. However, before he could respond, the same brawny man from before quickly rushed over. "Boss! Boss! L-look you gotta come see this! It's that guy! He took out h-half of our guys already!" The brute madly choked out as they both walked over and examined the security cameras covering the abandoned warehouse. Your eyes immediately lit up in hope and relief from the shouted statement. The metal chair scraping across the floor as you managed to turn yourself to face the footage. You couldn't help but let out an exhilarating sigh as you spoke out,
"Thats. My hero right there~"
