When a Lynx Meets a Leopard [Ash Lynx x fem reader]

~Chapter 4: Big cats~

Song: This Is How I Disappear
By: My Chemical Romance 

No ones POV

(Y/n) was woken up by her body shivering from the cold. Dried blood stuck to her skin, tinted purple from multiple bruises. The rope holding her in place had been cut and it lay in a heap on the floor, alongside her torn silk dress. With a groan, (Y/n) sat up in the messy bed. Every muscle in her body ached.

"Welcome back. You were quite amazing last night. I wish I could ask you how it was for you, however you were unconscious the whole time." An evil sounding voice chuckled, making the young woman turn her head. Her (E/c) eye glared at the man as she stood up. Clearly Dino wasn't very good as her legs felt fine, despite the ache from all the bruises and cuts.

"Do you have a robe I may borrow, Papa Dino, as I wish to return to my room and clean up." (Y/n) spoke without stuttering. "Certainly. I expect to see you at dinner?"
"I'll be there." She said coldly, but with a soft smile on her face as she wrapped the velvet robe around her still shivering body.

(Y/n)'s POV

I hate this. I hate this feeling. I hate this place. I hate that man. I've got to get out of here.

My room wasn't too far away from Dinos, about half a corridor. Luckily, I didn't run into anyone as I jogged down the carpeted halls. As soon as I reached my room, I went straight to the bathroom. A fearful tear slipped from my eye as I cleaned away the white, cold, sticky liquid that was running down the inside of my leg. That was the only tear I allowed to escape. I needed to focus on sneaking out of this hellhole.

After a nice warm shower, I changed into a pair of black leggings, a black hoodie and some comfortable trainers. I also picked up a pair of sunglasses, putting them on as well. My military knife, that was still in my trench coat, was slipped into the waistband of my leggings and hidden by the hoodie. It was still a little visible, but you would have to be looking for it to see the hidden weapon. Placing any kind of gun anywhere on my person would be too obvious and suspicious, so I rejected that idea.

Once I was ready, I waited for night and slipped out the window. It was around about time for dinner, so most people would be eating or preparing food. I crept round the side of the mansion, staying as close to the wall as possible. It was unusually easy to get to, and break into, the garage containing many different vehicles. Ignoring the quiet, I walked over to a cherry red motorbike. It had the keys in. Things were getting weirder by the minuet.

"H-hey! What are you doing?!" The man didn't say anymore as I spun around, my hand hit him in the perfect spot on his neck, knocking him out cold. The man fell to the floor with a thud and a chime of many keys. He was one of the people who controlled the large metal gates I would have to pass through. This certainly made my life slightly easier. 

The bike revved as I turned the key and got on. Lights flickered on in the mansion. Confused and worried voices sounded, coming closer. I instincivly tilted my foot forwards, releasing the bike and shooting forwards extremely fast. I heard the shouts of men behind me, telling each other not to let me escape. Gunshots sounded behind me and bullets whizzed past. I ignored them, swerving purposefully to avoid the small cylinders of possibly lethal metal.  The large metal gates grew larger before me, and were open.

"CLOSE THE GATES! DONT LET THEM OUT!!" A panicked man screamed as I passed him. I was almost there when an excruciating pain shot through my right shoulder. I yelled in pain as the bike swerved harshly right, blood gushed from the wound and soaked my clothes. 'Ignore the pain. Push past it. Just for a little. Remember, escaping is your number one goal...' A familiar voice whispered in my head.

I did as it said. I focused on getting out alive. Getting the motorcycle back under my control, I aimed it directly at the middle of the gates that were closing. Closing, but not fast enough. I sped through them, the metal just clipping my right shoulder, reminding me of my injury. Happy tears mixed with painfilled ones as I picked up the speed and left that place as soon as possible, leaving some panicking men in my dust.

~Time skip~

Somewhere about 3 miles away form Dinos mansion, I had left the bike to rust. Rain fell down in buckets, beating down on my back as I walked to who knows where. The streets of New York were empty, aside from a few men and women walking briskly home under their umbrellas. I eventually found myself wondering down to a backstreet bar. My breathing was fast, too fast. I was soaked to the bone cold, yet I could feel sweat forming and falling from my skin. My hand was red from blood.

Without thinking, I shouldered the bar door open. Some boy dashed off somewhere as I stumbled in. "You. Why are you here?" A familiar voice demanded, silencing everyone else inside the pub. "I-" I started, looking up at the one and only Ash Lynx before me. He had stood up and walked closer, a loaded revolver in his hand and pointed at my head. I was in no position to fight back, and I knew this. "D-dino-" I stuttered before collapsing to the floor. The loss of blood from my shoulder had started to take its toll. I could only go so long on a high of adrenalin. The world spun and faded. The last thing I saw was a pair of emerald eyes looking down on me, with a somewhat worried expression.

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This chapter is a little bit rushed, but I needed to get this out of the way. I would usually have spread this over two chaps, but I didn't want to this time.
Anyways,
Have a good day/night,
~Author♥️