My Muse || READER X RAY || The Promised Neverland

🔒 My Muse || Chapter Fifty Four

"Where's y/n and Ray?" I heard Emma call from the hallway. I quickly pushed the sliding doors, open, running into the hallway with Ray by my side. "Emma? What's wrong."

She had grabbed a knife from the kitchen, a fire burning in her eyes.

"He's awake." 

"The fuck are you looking at?" We heard him growl from the ladder. A crowd of kids surrounded him, plainly staring at the man. "Get me out of these ropes or I'll fucking shoot you." I pushed my way through the crowd. "Keep that language going and you'll be gagged, Mister." Gilda laughed, asking if she should grab the rope. I nodded.

The glare he was giving us now was more intimidating than watching him at the end of a hallway. His jet black hair was streaked with white, probably from stress. His eyelashes were long and beautiful, and one small scar was peaking from the edge of his left cheek. 

"What's your name?" I asked. Gilda handed me the rope. 

"None of your business, sweetheart." He hissed. 

Ray chuckled. "None of your business? That's your name? Hmph, foreign." Don burst out laughing, while everyone else stared at him disappointedly. "It wasn't supposed to be funny." Chris whispered by his leg, tugging Don's blue t-shirt. 

"Cute sweater, cyclops." The man grinned. 

Emma stepped forward, holding the knife upwards. I almost forgot she had that. 

The man winced, getting ready for a stab. But Emma stopped her swing right in front of his nose. "Shock therapy." She smiled, waving the blade in front of his face. "You can start talking, or you can not. We know you love this place, it's your home. And if you answer our questions you can keep it." He peeked at her fiery expression, sighing. 

"You said there wasn't enough food or supplies for all of us, sir." Gilda's voice squeaked from behind Don. "But we saw the pantry. There's enough supplies for all of us, for years to come." 

Emma pulled the knife back. "You just didn't want us here, why?" 

He turned his head downward, a shadow growing over his face. "Sir?" Emma asked again. The man continued to ignore us, glaring at the ground. What had he been through? Why was he here alone? "Could it be... that you came here with your family... And they're all gone now?" I whispered, kneeling in front of him. His head came barreling towards me, trying to knock me out with a headbutt. Ray pulled my collar backwards, my butt falling to the floor. Better than a headbutt, I thought. Ray pulled me up and I thanked him. Did I hit a chord with this man?

"Did you all think you were the only family to have escaped a farm?" He asked harshly, that ravenous glare now directed towards our entire group. "There are four premium farms. Goodwill Ridge. Grand Valley. Grace Field." His eyebrows furrowed at the last one. "Glory Bell." He looked at Ray, who was holding my hand tightly. "You still have that pen, right? It's utility doesn't end at being a key. You're not even halfway through this Neverland."

The silence was broken by Jemima, who was saying "excuse me!" From behind the crowd. We all parted, watching little Jemi bring a silver tray over to the Mister. He glared at her coldly, not saying a word. She didn't seem to notice. She plopped the tray by the ladder, close enough for him to reach. A plate of cookies and a messily poured glass of milk was waiting for him. "I'm sorry we crashed your house." She said, still standing a good few feet away from him. She was scared of him, but she was still brave enough to speak. "But I hope we can become a big happy family later." The man's stare become weak, his head falling towards the floor again. He muttered something to himself, before going back to sleep. 

The kids hopped around the house, still having fun exploring the shelter. Ray and I went back to our room, twisting open the pen. A new set of coordinates were displayed in place of B06-32. 

Ray's voice trembled. "A08-63."