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~"You're Coming With Me"~ Lawrence x Reader (Dangerous Fellows)

(SPOILERS FOR DANGEROUS FELLOWS NORMAL ENDING.)

(This was made as sort of a vent because I was so peeved that I worked so hard and got the normal ending. I need to save Rubies now------ Like a lot)

He always seemed suspicious from the moment you met him. He was oddly so nice, but back then you brushed it off. You didn't want to suspect him of anything, because his kind behavior was something you wanted to savor in these desperate times.

You should of known something was up when Judy disappeared without a trace, how Scarlett was murdered coldly. Yet you wanted to be ignorant, you wanted to live a lie because you didn't want to face the truth. You were forced to come out of your fantasy when Sue spoke those words to you, however.

"If anything bad happens to me, just remember, I think it's Lawrence."

Those words echoed in your head each time you saw Lawrence after that. You couldn't look him in the eye, scared of what to find. Would you find the eyes of a psychopath? Did he truly murder Scarlett, and quite possibly Judy, Jay and Sue. You shake your head, even so, what the hell was his motive.

The kind leader who you thought you could trust, everything about him felt fake. You felt as if every action he did was for an ulterior motive. You felt so off when he suggested you guys start doing patrols again, thickening the air of distrust among everyone.

Your fears of him were confirmed when he snapped on the patrol. You and Harry were in a bind, a man going insane and trying to kill you both. He thought you were infected, no matter how many times you and Harry screamed you weren't.

But then Lawrence came in, Ethan's bat in his hand. The metal bat gleamed as he smashed the blunt object against the head of the the man. But no, he didn't stop. He kept going, over and over and over.

You screamed for Lawrence to stop, but he just wouldn't. He had a broken look in his eye as he made sure the man who attacked you and Harry was as good as dead. He snapped out of it when Harry yelled at him, Lawrence turning to you with a shaky smile and an outstretched hand.

"Let me help you up."

You didn't know what to do, you saw with your own two eyes how insane he was, was he really the leader you guys needed? Was it worth it to risk your lives around him? He scared you to the core, you could never figure out his motive.

It was the last straw for you when you walked the halls of the school, a hand covering your mouth and throwing you in a near by classroom. You couldn't see them, but you felt as if you knew who it was.

"Despite what I do to protect you, you still want to go to that safe zone? Is all I've ever done for you just nothing? Aren't you being a little selfish?"

You refused to say anything, you felt as if you knew what his motive was now. He felt so close to your face, yet you refused to speak. You wanted to scream at him, ask him who truly is being selfish here? Yet you held it in, out of spite. You could tell he noticed you not speaking, a sigh coming from his lips as he pulls away.

"If this is your decision, then so be it. You'll regret it."

You didn't know what he meant, you never knew what he meant. Not until now, not until the school bell rang. Fur Elise blasts through the speakers as you ran through the halls. It felt so distorted, you, Ethan, Zion, Eugene, Harry, and Hailey praying you can make it out alive. You thought you would, you thought you could.

As soon as Hailey was dragged into the Horde, your chances dwindled. Yet you knew exactly who had done this, the only one not here.

Lawrence

As you hid in the classroom, you wanted to leave. Despite the calls from the other guys in the classroom, you darted into the halls. Your eyes set on finding Lawrence. It was your last wish. The song bellowed louder, you hearing foot steps behind you. You saw Lawrence, a silhouette in the hall as you dashed towards it.

"Lawrence!" You call, not sure if your voice was full of anger or worry.

You fall to the ground, a rotten claw gripping your ankle as you held onto the stairwell. You desperately grab at something with your free hand, feeling your leg being torn by the horde. A pant leg, you couldn't help but smirk. Maybe you really lost it, but you looked up.

You were met with the surprised expression of Lawrence, wide brown eyes looking down at you as you tightened your grip around his pant leg. You almost felt bad, but he had done this, and he wasn't getting off scot-free.

"Lawrence..." You call faintly, seeing the other guys fighting the zombies. Lawrence's expression softened as he noticed your wounded legs and the horde. You take in a deep breath, pulling hard on the pant leg and causing him to trip on the stairs.

"If you're going to kill me," You yell, Lawrence looking at your determined expression in slight adoration, seeming to accept that this was going to happen.

"Then you're coming with me."

He may not have gotten to have you in this life, but at least you'd be all his in the afterlife....