The Villain dwtxreader

the death

TW// BLOOD, DEATH, KNIVES, SEVERE INJURIES

"Kill him."

I gasped at the suggestion. I was only 14 and the boy behind the tree must have been around my age as well. Me killing him would be a horrible thing to do, stealing his life so early.

I shook my head as water collected at the bottom of my eye. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.

My dad shifted his weight and bit his cheek, anger rising in his mood.

"Do it, or i'll kill you." His face not changing he finished. "and that's not a threat, it's a promise."

My heart dropped. My dad always made threats, backhanded, thrown around like his money at the casino. But whenever he made a promise, he kept it.

About a year ago, I broke a vase he told me that he promised we wouldn't be able to have more nice things. I left and went down to the shooting lanes that my mother had built. We would spend hours there, just us two and our bows. When I returned to the house, every piece of decor in our home was gone. The skull painting above the fireplace, the candles on the shelf in our bathroom, even down to the jar labeled "cookies" in our kitchen. All placed in a barrel, which my dad later threw into a lake. From then on, I knew, that a promise, was a promise.

I sighed, shaking off the weighing feeling on my shoulder. I reached to my belt and pulled my sword out of its holder. The scraping of the metal against my belt making me flinch. A loud noise against the quiet night.

I heard the boy whimper, too afraid to run, back locked against the tree bark.

I looked up at my dad one last time, my pleading eyes begging for remorse. He peered back at me, a small smile on his face. I was about to kill a child, and he was smiling.

"C-Come out." My voice croaked. "Right now."

The boy peeked his head around the tree, and that's when I first saw him.

He was slightly tan, light freckles scattered his face. His eyes laced with fear, staring at me in return, he had wavy length hair, his stone axe slightly brushing the ground. The flint and steel that used to be in his hands, were buried underneath a pile of dirt and leaves, a desperate attempt to ditch the evidence. His arms shaking with fear. His knees trembling.

Thats when he quickly turned on his heels, beginning to sprint through the trees.

My eyes widened. I lunged down into my legs then pushing off the ground hard, running to chase the boy. My arms pumping faster than I was running, I couldn't loose the boy, dad will kill me.

"GO! GO! GO!" My dad yelled, manically laughing behind me.

I chased the boy. Ducking and weaving between the thick trees and branches of the forest. He looked back at me, realizing the short distance between us he let out a yelp. I raced after him, my head down and calves hurting.

He took a sharp turn following a path engraved into the ground. It was easier to run on this path. In the sandy soil of the forest your feet slipped from underneath you, a constant threat of falling.

The boy then entered a large clearing. Tall grass surrounded us. He quickly stopped, realizing there was nowhere else to run he pulled up his stone axe and grounded him self, ready for battle.  I took a moment to catch my breath and we locked eyes. His expression was terrified, he didn't have a shield and only had a stone axe to defend himself, an unfair fight for sure.

I lunged forward my sword meeting his axe. I tried to push forward but he kept his ground. I dipped my sword, cutting a deep gash below his thigh. He cried out in pain. I froze, I had never hurt anyone like this before, this was a mistake. He swiftly took his fist and punched me in my gut, my head flying back in pain. He tried to take the opportunity of my exposed neck and swung his axe, but he was too late my sword connecting with his axe once again, the axe bouncing off my sword and slicing through the skin on my neck and shoulder.

I drove my sword back down into his leg. He screamed and fell back to the ground. I stepped back, his blood staining the grass he laid in, I realized what I had done.

"Well done Gabby!" My dad boomed from behind me. "Boy, I should take a picture and put it in the family photo album! My little Gabby's first kill!" He was breathing heavily after chasing after us through the woods. A child was dying in front of us, but he still decided to crack a joke.

I flinched at his words. My face heated up, tears started pouring down my face. I dropped down to my knees. I couldn't support my weight anymore.

The boy grunted and rolled onto his back. Wincing in the process. I felt nauseous. I caused this. He's going to die and it's my fault.  I leant over him, shaking him, trying to keep the life inside awake.

"Im sorry, i'm so sorry." I cried. "P-Please stay with us, we are going to go get help."

"No were not" Dad interjected. "Your a murderer Gabby? Do you really want to turn yourself in? Live the rest of your life in prison? Rotting in a small little cell, ah! What a waste of a good life. I sure wouldn't."

I sobbed. There was nothing I could do.

"Finish him."

I buckled at the suggestion.

"Don't make me. Please dad, please don't m-m-make me." I whimpered.

He quickly pulled a pocket knife out of the ground, then bent over the boy, kneeling next to me. He shoved the knife in my hands then tightened my grip around it. He then pulled my hand with his and pierced the skin of the boy right above his eyebrow.

I screamed at the sight. He started dragging the knife across the poor boys face going down towards his chin. "STOP! PLEASE DAD! PLEASE STOP THIS!" I tried to yank my hand but that only pulled the knife further along his path. The boy was screaming in pain as the knife trailed along his face. I pleaded and pleaded for my dad to stop but he wouldn't until he was finished.

I don't know how long he was carving his face, it must have been about 3 seconds. But I blacked it all out. He sighed, standing up then wiping the blood covered knife on his pants. I didn't want to look at the boy. I turned up and faced the other way. Not making eye contact with the monster standing in front of me.

"Grab your sword." He huffed. Spinning my shoulders back, I saw the horrific scene.

They boy laid, blood surrounding him in the tall grass. His eyes were glassed over with tears. Silent sobs escaping his lips. A deep gash from above his right eyebrow to his left cheek poured blood over his face. His body was slightly shaking, pain overcoming all his senses.

I leant over and grabbed my sword, tears streaming down my face.

"Im so sorry." I whispered as a singular tear drop fell onto his blood stained face.