I Didn't Want This Either | Gavin Reed x Reader

Hope

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Your head hurt. Fuck, it hurt so bad. You felt like you were floating, floating in the center of a raging, screaming ocean in the midst of a storm. Everything was far away, dark, painful, and the undeniable taste of blood lingered in the back of your throat. The whole world shifted and jostled, the burning in your hand still as intense as ever. You felt like you wanted to throw up, but your rumbling stomach told you that it would be more painful than you could bear. You finally fought to peel open your eyelids, only managing to open one. All you see is white- no, more like a pale grey, snow under the light of a slowly rising sun, and the footsteps of four people trailing behind you. You can see Pirate's Cove, the shell of the Ferris wheel once standing tall, now hardly a speck in the distance. They were taking you away from there, away from the last place you had seen Gavin. 

"No..." your words hardly leave your lips, a breath and nothing more. You see blood drip from your lips, and add that to your list of sights- red trails behind you, speckles here and there, disturbing amounts of it. You lift a hand, shaking so severely, to skim across your temple. It comes back with that same burning scarlet colour, and for some reason that doesn't alarm you. Your head is too foggy to register just how serious your wounds really are. 

"So what's the plan again?" a faint voice that you can't quite place tickles your ears. It's so quiet, so distant. You're slung over a shoulder clad in black and white. The fabric is soft, familiar. Footsteps crunch in snow, and your head swims. The ocean in your brain continues to toss you around, swirling you closer and closer to the blackness, the forgiveness of unconsciousness. 

"Bring her to that place, hang around a little." Another voice, masculine. It sounds crackly, and almost makes you smile. Such an odd sound to come out of someones mouth, you think. You feel a little bit giddy and guess its the blood loss. The thought of losing blood passes through your brain in an instant, and you don't seem to care. "Patch her wounds up just enough to keep her going, and then... wait." 

"Just... wait?" a third voice. So many voices. The waves crashing in your head sound like bells- sleigh bells, maybe. Christmas is close, isn't it? What day is it today? You can't wait for Christmas, especially Christmas with Gavin. The smile finally takes over your face, and you let out a delirious, breathy chuckle. 

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"It's still obligatory to exterminate the final Detective, is it not?" woah, your heart slows for a moment at the burning familiarity of that voice. It sounds just like the crashing of the waves- you realize now that the waves seem to be saying something to you, something like... Run, Gavin. Gavin? You know Gavin. Your mind returns to the thought of Gavin and Christmas and happiness and smiles. "Detective (L/N) is... bait, you could say. Extraordinary bait."

"And what makes you think this other guy is going to come back for her?" The ocean-voiced man chuckles like the sound of water or rain or thunder. 

"He will come back. He... He is very fond of Detective (L/N). I assure you, he will come for her, and he will die trying. Detective Reed doesn't stand a chance." The waves spits you back out into clarity. That name- Detective Reed, that's Gavin. They're going to kill Gavin, they're going to kill you. You're bleeding, bleeding bad- you're losing blood. You're delirious. You're going to be murdered after all of your fighting to stay alive. 

"No..." you find your voice this time, and also the strength to struggle lightly. "No, no, don't-" along with clarity comes fear, and with fear, adrenaline. You an off of adrenaline now. It seemed to be your main source of energy, and you were thankful for it as it gave you the strength to kick and flail and struggle for freedom. "No, no don't kill him- Don't kill me, don't kill him!" Your voice raised, and now you were screaming despite the pain through all of you. The burning in your hand was intense but you still hit the sturdy shoulder of who you now knew to be Nines. "Let me go! Let me go!" You flail, you kick, you scream, but Nines seems entirely unphased. 

"Jesus, shut the hell up!" a hand slaps across your head, forcing more blood from your lips. You don't stop despite the request, the abuse, and you keep flailing, kicking, screaming. 

"Let me go! Let me go!" Again and again you hiss and kick, and a deep sigh comes from just in front of you.

"Obnoxious piece of shit! Drop her, RK900!" this is the static voice, Wyatt. His order is immediately obeyed as the arm curled around your waist unfurls, rolling you right off and into the snow with zero care. You thump into the snow, landing on your broken hand and let out a scream, blood staining the space around you. "Can't you just keep your damn mouth closed?" his looming stature blocks out the moon, and his piercing eyes, one blue, Nines' eye, one green, stare back down at you. 

"Let me go, you worthless fucking bitch!" You don't know where the strength comes from, but you find yourself lurching to your feet and moving to throw a fist in Wyatt's direction. The deviant doesn't even flinch, and before it can connect, Nines' hand catches your wrist. In a single swift motion he bends your arm around and slams you back down into the snow, knee digging into your spine. 

"Just knock her out again. Fuck, I can't listen to that squawking."

"No, no I'm sorry please, please don't-" no one even pauses to listen to your begging as Nines lifts a hand and slams it expertly into your neck. Everything goes black in an instant.