?dentity v || Oneshots

It was a simple mistake that led to your complicated attraction. It was not like you planned it out, rather, at that time you wished it went a different direction. This followed a path you never knew would be bestowed upon your pitiful self, a fate sealed with a red string.

You remembered everything that happened on that day, a normal quick match up started that early morning. You were decoding at the nearest cipher you spawned in, tampering with bolts and wires to get a move on. There was three other survivors scattered around the abandoned hospital, but that didn't concern you yet. It was that eerie feeling that caught you off guard, a flash of red blurred your vision until a figure came into your view. With a lame attempt of trying to dash away from the hunter, misfortune overtook. Only a second gone by, and then terror shock overcame your pitiful self.

A clear embarrassment flushed your cheeks, a rosy coat of red tampered with the natural blemish of your skin. This was not the morning you expected things to be. With the painful scratch of the Ripper, you held your shoulder tight as it slowly bled through your shirt. Hissing at the wound, you crawled away, wishing to be back at the manor safely. The match only started, and you already failed. Such a disappointment.

Chuckling at your attempts, Jack hummed his way to carry you, embracing a petrified Y/N. It wasn't long until a sudden force shook you out of his arms though, as another grip held your waist tight. They managed to carry you all the way at the second floor of the hospital, not hesitating to bandage your apparent wound.

"W-Who are you?" You mustered the urge to look up, a clear view of his face made you ponder to whom this man was. Brown eyes cast over your figure, pupils roaming over the deep red scratches that extended on your shoulder to your mid arm. He was close to your body, but you wouldn't dare to move an inch.

"Are you okay now?" He asked, a bit nonchalant than what other survivors would have reacted to someone wounded. It was like as if he was holding himself back from saying too much, afraid to spill a weakness under his scars. But even with your pulse beating violet once again, you couldn't stray your eyes away from his face, adoring every detail you could see. His scar tempted a vicious past, like a permanent taunt. To him, it might have been a regret from a distant past, but to you, it was a mark of someone strong enough to hold onto a painful mistake.

"We have to go, the hunter is near!" He scurried back to you, grabbing your wrist as the last cipher popped with a loud spark. Had it been that long? Had he willingly let you look at him the whole time rather than pushing you away?

You fought the urge to say anything to further embarrass yourself, afraid to blurt out a word of mistakes. It didn't take long before the both of you reached the exit door behind the old shack, lungs burning with shallow breaths. Along the sides, Helena and Eli waited patiently. They didn't seem too pleased to see you with a red stained bandage around your shoulder-well Helena was not informed until Eli came rushing to you.

"Y/N! Are you okay?!" He stormed towards your arm, gloved hands delicately hovering over a deep cut. Even with a blind fold, his expression was of great worry.

"The bleeding stopped, I think," you didn't want to worry them anymore, more nervous about Jack coming. It wasn't like you've never went against him, in fact, this was just the usual. But perhaps it was that new guy that made everything more fresh, more....worrisome. It seemed to be the brown-eyed man's first time in a match, his scar stained face painted with a look of deep thought.

With the exit door opened, it didn't take long for your group to suddenly feel the twinge of coldness. A blur of red flashed as the ripper appeared from sight. He took a sight of you, a merciless grin plastered on his face. Reaching out, you didn't move from your spot, wanting to block your teammates and at least give them time to run. A loud cry of "get out of here!" and "Leave me!" Emitted from your throat. Although you felt the cold touch of the blades, they never really made it to your skin. Once again, a huge force threw you into another warm embrace, a tender touch of a familiar figure never loosened their grip.