Corrupted (Male Reader x Charlie) (BOOK 1)

Wandering Soul

             Everything seemed cold, empty, nothingness. Then, boom. Y/N sat straight up, and rubbed his head as his breathing came out rapidly. He looked around and his spine shivered. The smoldering ground, hundreds of bodies, blood splatters everywhere, little fires here and there, and no remains of a city besides a pile of rubble. He looked where he was and shuddered even more. He was laying in a crater, proving that he WAS the one who had did this.

  "I......I have to get out of here" Y/N said, getting up sore and beginning to jog away. He picked up his pace, as the soreness faded and ran. He ran as far as he could. He was going to escape this incident, this massacre. He was going to run and run, until he could find a place where he could be safe.

             After a few minutes, Y/N looked back and noticed that the city, or where it was supposed to be, was far away now. Barely could see the smoke. Y/N sighed and began to walk now, hoping society, somehow in Hell, would be nearby. He walked along the red, dusty surface, hoping that he could find a way out, and somehow redeem himself for something even though he didn't really do it, he was part of destroying Sinville. He noticed the holes in the back of his hoodie, where his wings broke out. He sighed, it reminding him of what he did. He pulled his hood up and continued, sorrow and guilt flowing into him.

             An hour had went by of Y/N walking and breathing in the harsh air. He sat down and took a break, his feet killing him. He began to slow his breathing and swallowed his saliva, Y/N throat begged for a drink, but in the desolate landscape, there was no hope. Y/N sighed and layed on his back and closed his eyes, waiting for the end to come. Then, he realized something. Through the wing tears, what he was laying on didn't feel like the regular Hell ground. His eyes opened up quick and looked down, and for the first time down here, he had grown a smile. The thing he decided to stop on, appeared to be a road. He chuckled and sat on the side, and played the waiting game.

        What seemed like forever for Y/N, he began to hear a faint noise. Usually he would just hear the wind or the occasionally lighting strikes and thunder, but this one was continuous, and slowly getting louder. It reminded him of a sound he knew, something he absolutely knew.

'A car' he thought and quickly got up and dusted off his pants. He looked to his left and saw nothing, a red endless void that the road disappeared into. He swiftly turned his head to the left and saw a little light, slowly getting larger.

  "Finally" Y/N said as he exhaled. He stuck his hand out, trying to hitchhike to wherever this person was going. The car was an old one, originally yellow, but now mostly rusted. Scratches and blood adding detail on the sides and the hood. The car pulled over and stopped, and the person stepped out. It was a bald demon, gray ashy skin, and jeans. On his chest were loads of tattoos in white ink, covering his entire torso front and back.

"Da hell you got?" he asked.

"What?" Y/N said, clearly confused.

"Are you a fuckin idiot? I mugging ya! Now give me everything, or you're gonna feel as bad as you look" the demon said, grabbing Y/N and shoving him in the car.

Y/N tried to get up but the demon beat him again down to the floor. Y/N groaned as his mugger got in the driver seat and began to drive down the long road. Y/N slowly got up, planning to fight this guy and somehow toss him out and take the car. He got up and starting strangling the demon.

"How the hell you still conscious?" the demon said in spurts of air. Then, Y/N planned to pin him against the driver door and get answers, but instead he pushed him against the door and he flew out, landing fifteen feet away from the door. With the demon in shock and pain, Y/N slipped into the driver's seat and flew down the road, entering a city that was apparently four miles away, named Pentagram City.

         As the car began to run out of gas, Y/N has just made it to Pentagram City, and pulled up in an alleyway, as no parking spots were available anywhere. He got out and looked around. It definitely seemed cleaner that Sinville, but then again it was still trash compared to Earth, or at least most of Earth. He began to exit the alley with three hands pulled him back and pinned him up against the wall.

  "What we got here boys?" a gruff voice said, a demon with red fur and three arms. Two normally and one coming out his back.

"A human!" one of the littler demons said.

"Yes, but hush now Chester. We're gonna have our fun with something this rare" the three armed demon said. The two little demons shanked and punched Y/N for a few seconds before Y/N kicked off the wall, causing the group to spread out and stumble. The one named 'Chester' came up with a knife, but Y/N easily disarmed him, and threw him into a dumpster. The other little one came up, and Y/N grabbed him by the head and stuck him in the nearby brick wall. 

The big gruff one came up. "Impressive, but we're gonna get you in the end" he said, and went to grab Y/N, but he retaliated and held the three arm demon up by the throat, two feet off the ground.

"How the fu-" he started but a punch in the gut made him stop.

"Now listen, this is my second time being mugged today, and it's only my first day in Hell so could you please, screw off!" Y/N said, throwing the demon to the end of the alley. He got up and struggled to get up and shook with fear, before dashing away. Y/N sighed and then realized he had been shanked and punched. He lifted his shirt to see his monster wound, and a few rapid incisions on his sides, with a few bruises here and there, like purple pepperoni. He decided to get aid and found a building near the alley with a smiley face poster next to the back door, he opened the door and went in.

          The place seemed empty, but had life in it. It was not like anything else he had seen in Hell. Unlike the other buildings, this one seemed to try to be happy. There was colorful wallpaper and carpet, and decayed furniture that once was loved by the looks of it. He went and looked in cabinets, before he finally found a first aid kit. He took it out and began to tape bandages on his sides and cleaned himself up. He had stepped out in this lobby, he guessed, and decided to leave when a group of people entered through the front door.

"But Charlie we can't just-" a girl said before Y/N heard a dude scream "STRANGER DANGER" and a single bullet from a tommy gun shot out and hit Y/N in the left thigh. He grunted in pain and fell to his side, but on his way down, he had hit his head on the bar, and hard. He laid on the floor unconscious, as lights turned on and the owners of the place stood above him.