This Isn't The End [Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader]

•Chapter 20•

TW// GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE ETC.

Your P.O.V.
It was easier now than it was a month and a half ago if you counted your days right. It was easier to not let Abby's words and threats sting you as bad as her fists and knives. You were kept in the basement of this old high school, no light, no joy left in you. The only moments of happiness was when you'd fall asleep and Ellie's laughter and voice returned to you.
You sat in the corner of your tiny closet they kept you in, the cool stone anchoring you to reality when you wanted so bad to let exhaustion sweep you away. One quick knock on the door startled you awake. You scrambled to your feet baring your teeth at the man who opened the door. Abby must've been in a mood today, she only sent Jordan to collect you when she was extra angry. Jordan you learned, was the man who you shot in the kneecap. You'd bet he hated you more than Abby did. He would walk with a limp for the remainder of his short life.
"Hands on the wall. You know the drill bitch." Jordan sighed. As you opened your mouth to spit some retort at the man, the light from the hallway behind him glinted on the switchblade in his hand. You couldn't keep the shake from your hands as you turned your back on him, every instinct screaming at you to fight.
"Hello to you to Jordan." You mused placing your hands on the cool stones, their sturdiness helping you focus on the tiny room around you. You braced yourself as Jordan cuffed your hands behind your back, the cuffs just too tight to be bearable. Before you could turn around his boot connected with the back of your knee sending you face first into the wall with a sickening crunch.
"Hello (YN)." Jordan sneered, grabbing your handcuffs and yanking you away from the wall. He began to lead you down the hallway, your bare feet the only sound against the linoleum floors as he lead you to the theatre where Abby and Owen awaited. They didn't give you shoes or socks or even real clothes. You shook with cold in the night in the flimsy night dress they gave you. You got a new one after your visits with Abby. Three guards flanked you, it touched you that even after all this time Abby still thought of you as a threat. As you stopped in front of the wooden doors, Jordan didn't immediately pull the doors open and throw you to the wolves.
"What? I want to get this over with." You demanded.
"Just accept the offer. You know she's not coming to save you anymore, you're almost out of time (YN). It's not every day someone scares Abby, I can see why she wants you to join. Even if you are insufferable." Jordan said gruffly, his voice low and threatening. The offer was that you would join Abby and her goons and she would let you live. However you had two months to decide, every week Abby would try to pressure you into accepting. Every week she got more and more impatient. If you said no after the two months were up Abby said she'd dump your body where nobody would ever find it.
"I'd rather die in whatever creative way you fuckheads have planned." You snarled at him. Jordans fist connected to your jaw with a loud crack that echoed in your skull. Everything went black for a second, all you could see were stars. When your vision cleared Owen was already strapping you to the ice cold table. It was a desk, you avoided looking at it when you could, it was covered in blood. The wood was stained with it, you were certain it wasn't just yours. They had adjusted it with hooks and straps like a hospital bed.
     "Hello (YN). You only have two weeks left to decide before I kill you. Have you changed your mind?" Abby asked sweetly, standing above you to stare into your eyes. You bared your teeth at her jerking up at the constraints.
       "Just kill me already." You snapped. Abby clicked her tongue disapprovingly at you, you tried to keep the shaking from your limbs as she pulled a knife from a nearby desk that was littered with weaponry.
     "And not get to have my revenge? No.  Besides if you do change your mind I can't have a grudge against you. Believe it or not, we're all friends." Abby tossed the blade in her hand as she circled the table. You could feel the tension in the air as she debated where to slice first. She never went too deep or enough to make you pass out. Just enough to make you scream, then they'd stitch you up and let you heal for a week and then do it again.
      As the knife began to slice through the air an urgent knock on the door stopped her. You looked at where the knife hovered above your hand.
      "Get the door." Abby barked at Owen letting out an annoyed sigh. You tried not to squirm as Abby trailed the knife down your face lightly, down your jaw to your arms. The only sound was Owen's heavy footsteps and the loud freak of the door.
     "We need Abby. It's urgent." The woman on the other side of the doorway seemed panic. Nora you think was her name. At their panic your heart fluttered with hope, maybe Ellie had come for you after all.
     "Owen, you can handle (YN) right?" Abby snapped at the man flicking her braid over her shoulder.
     "Yeah yeah, just enough to make her cry blah blah blah." Owen grumbled. Abby lunged for him grabbing his arm.
      "I'm serious. If we want her to join us she's obviously going to have to be forced into it." Abby hissed before grabbing her gun and leaving the room.
      "What." You could hear Abby snarl at Nora. She really was almost animalistic in her rage. But your heart stopped when faintly you heard Nora say something about 3 intruders in the area.
     "I don't like you. I don't want you to join us, so forgive me if I'm not as gentle as Abby is." Owen sighed plucking a large blade from the table. "Your little girlfriend shot me back in Jackson, now it'll be you who pays for that." And then he began and your screams echoed down the halls

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Ellie's P.O.V.
      The school was crawling with WLFs. So many of them with dogs and armed to the teeth, but we made quick work of them. I never liked killing dogs, they were only this way because they were trained to be. Once we got in through a window on the bottom floor which lead into the basement we decided we would go from floor to floor clearing every room in the building till we found her.
     "This place is fucking creepy." Dina observed. I hummed in response, as we cleaned the room of supplies. An old photography room I assumed.
     "Where do you think they're keeping her?" Jesse asked me quietly. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I walked into the hallway, the basement was empty. But we still checked every room.
     "I told her once if they took her I'd tear the world apart to find her. Starting with this school brick for brick seems like a good place to start." I reminisced quietly. I just wanted her in my arms again, in my bed snoring lightly with a book open on her chest.
     "Hey! Over here!" Dina whispered motioning us over to a small closet. I was stunned at the sight of the small blanket and moldy pillow in the corner, blood staining parts of the blanket. They kept her here. In the dark and in the cold. The wrath that filled me was world ending. (YN) is light and warm, a kind soul who's only instinct was survival when Abby crossed her. I couldn't think around the road in my head and the chant in my blood. I was going to kill everyone in this building until I got (YN) back.
     "I'm gonna kill them all. Every last fucking one of them." I said lowly pulling out my gun again and continued to clear the basement. The next floor up was the ground floor, we should've waited till night but the idea of her being here while we were sleeping felt wrong. Something in my gut told me we had to go now. As we stepped into the lit hallway a soft crackling was heard over the speakers.
     "Ellie Williams. I thought I told you not to hunt us down, get here you are." Abby's voice echoed in every classroom, every hallway. "Leave or your girlfriend dies."
     "Where the fuck are you coward?! Making threats over a speaker isn't your style." I shouted back hoping maybe she could hear me. Footsteps squeaked against the floor and I could only watch in horror as Abby and her second hand man Owen if I had to guess from the radios Dina hacked last night that we listened to rounded the corner.
     Owen's hands up to his forearms were coated in fresh blood, they both aimed their guns at us.
     "We warned you."