prinxiety one shots

The gun

Warning: Technically forced suicide

"You want to save them, don't you?"
"You know I do, Remus, please. I'll do anything." I respond trying to ignore the absolute horror-written expressions all over their faces as I turn my attention back to Remus. "Well?" I  question, both of us staring at one another, hatred present from both sides.

"I mean...I can think of one thing but-" He starts but I immediately cut him off, becoming more and more panicked and impatient by the second.
"What is it!" I demand harshly.
He sigh before eventually responding. "Kill yourself."

"E-ex-excuse me?" I stammer, shocked at what I think he suggested.
"Kill yourself." He repeated calmly his gaze never leaving mine.

I gulp, clenching my fists before responding, "With what?" I pause, surprised on how calm I managed to sound whilst my life was literally on the line. "I can't complete such a task otherwise." 

The others yell and cry in protest when this is being said but I try to stay calm, collect and focused, well- as much as the literal embodiment of anxiety can be in this situation anyway. I continue to ignore them as my gaze remains on the man before me. I promised them I'd do anything to protect them, no matter the cost, and I never break my promises. I will save them. Even if I end up dead to do so.

"The gun."
"What gun? I don't own-"

He instantly silences me, coughing and nodding his head towards an item on the desk between us. 

It was made from silvery-coloured metal and seemed oddly shiny-too shiny-I think. It seems way too out of place with the setting surrounding it, some papers, a few pens, and what appeared to be a coffee stain on the oak wood. This, lethal weapon, just meters away, now in my possession. This feels surreal, this feels wrong. This lethal piece of machinery in my possession...this is wrong. I know it is.

I take a swift stride forward, trying to seem confident and unphased by the deadly thing before me. I grab it tightly in the grip of my pale left hand, studying it further. I instantly recognised it to be a pistol-of which kind I was unsure of but I knew it was a pistol. I'm certain about that.

Soon my gaze reverts back to, Remus, then my family behind him and back down to the pistol in my hand before looking up again. I know what I have to do. 

"Let them go, and I die," I state calmly having come to my senses and knowing there was no other option, I had to die.

I hold out my right hand to him, and luckily, he accepted my terms and shakes my hand with his strong Iron-grip. When he let go his hand promptly moved towards the set of silver keys hanging from the belt loop of his grey jeans.

He turns away from me and slowly approaches my family, just a few meters behind where he was previously stood. The only sound that could be heard was the jangling of keys as he found the correct one. 

Eventually, he unlocks the cell-style door that once trapped them away from me before they arre ushered out of the building, leaving the fire escape door I entered through, but now, I know I won't be coming back out.

He shuts the door, leaving the two of us alone. We both know what's coming next, my end oof the deal. There's no turning back now. 

A sinister smirk forms as he comes back towards the desk, stroking his mustache as he stopped, "Now, return your end of the deal."

I gulp, taking the gun to my head with unsteady hands. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and press it further holding it firm against my temple as I let out my last short unsettled breaths before greeting death with open arms...

Hope you enjoyed the angst. If you have any ideas for fluff then let me know and I'll see what I can do.

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