Piers Nivans x Reader Part 1/3 [Being Whole Again ~ Revenge]

2. Wake up

Mumbling fills the room. Your eyelids are heavy. A pleasant warmth engulfs you. Is that the warmth of the hell fire ? 'Am I dead?' Your eyelids slowly gather enough strengh to let you take a look at your surroundings. A cold light baths the room. The mattress under you is the most luxurious thing you feel besides that warmth. You feel so comfortable that you decide to slump back on the mattress. Wait...a mattress ? Hells don't have mattresses. You a fully awake in a heartbeat and sit up straight. Grasping your head at the splitting headache you scan in the room again. To be precise it isn't even a room. It looks more like a tent. A quite big tent with plenty other beds. You push the blanket away and you feel a chill on your legs. These pants are neither your size or even your possesion generally. They are very comfy but still. This isn't right. You glance around in the room and you find a mirror. You stand on your bandaged feet and stumble over to the mirror.
Your form was slightly shaking but you aren't cold. Your (h/l) (h/c) is //short hair: hanging free around your face | long hair: pulled up into a messy bun// and a few strands of your hair are swaying in your pale face. A pain rips through your body as you raise a hand to comb these strands away. Your back hurts. That is when you notice the also oversized pullover. It is a light green colour with some sort of patch on the right arm. Turning you arm you try to read it. 'BSAA....Aren't these the militaryy guys that my brother was so fond of ?' The headache bring your thoughts to an end. You suddenly felt so naked and you remember your weapons. Well it depends on how you define the word weapon. Searching the room you couldn't get a hold of your items.
You sigh and think about what you could do. 'Why am I here ? Why am I not dead ?' You remember that you were carried away to some unknown place. 'Well, it seems like this is where they brought me.'
You go for the exit of the tent. You push the curtain away and you are greeted with cool winter air. Your (e/c) eyes narrow at the sudden overwhelming light. The snow is reflecting way to much light for you. Glancing around you notice some men clothed like soldiers. You assume they are soldiers. 'Wow (y/n). You still have the god given talent to see the obvious things. Awesome.' Something between chuckle and sob leaves your lips.
Suddenly you smell something really delicious. As if on cue your stomach growls and you follow the trail of scents. You enter the tent you assume the smell of steak is coming from.
"But Captain we can't keep her here. Maybe she is dangerous." a man says. You somehow recognize the voice but you can't put a finger on it.
"If she would be dangerous, she wouldn't be in that shape. Did you even see her?" The other man says. You can put a finger on THAT voice. It is that Captain's voice. You are about to shuffle over to him when the soldier next to him speaks up again.
"Of course I saw her. But we can't risk it. She could toy with us." the man with that warm looking scarf says.
You are about to leave as a coughing fit catches you unexpectedly. The noise make all people look at you and you feel embaressed.
The Captain raises to his feet and waves you over. Shyly you shuffle over to him, facing the floor. Once you stand by his table you dare to look up at him.
He lookes rugged. Very rugged. But somehow he spread out a feeling of safety. You immediatly relax.
"I didn't know you are awake. How are you feeling?" he smiles at you. You open your mouth to answer but your stomach growls again. Blushing you look away. The Captain chuckles "Well I think you could really use something to eat. What do you want?" You don't know what they serve so you decide only to shrug. He sighs "Ok....I guess some steak will do it. Sit here and wait.", he gestures to his seat. You nod shyly and go to sit. Softly you sink into the chair that is still a bit warm.
Your hands are folded in your lap as your stare at them. You totally forgot the scarf-boy next to you until he speaks again. "Who are you?" he asks you sternly. You flinch at the hard voice. You are about to answer when he cuts you off with another question. "Why are you here? Why are you in that shape? Where did you get the weapons from?" his voice raises with each question. "I...I...I am (y/n)." you almost whisper. "What was that?" he asks sarcastically. You have enough. You can't take it anymore. This harsh tone was too much right now. So you slam your fists on the desk standing up in process. You look at him with tears in your eyes. Your voice shakes as you answer a little louder " My name is (y/n). I'm here because I just escaped my worst nightmare. I'm in that shape because I've been held like an animal in chains. I found these weapons right after my escape next to a corpse which attacked me." Tears roll down your face. The scarf-boy looks at you with wide hazel eyes. He is about to say something but you don't let him. You run out of the tent leaving him breathless. You run into some soldiers but you couldn't care less.
The Captain comes back with a plate in his hand. He glares at the younger man with look that says 'are you fucking kidding me man?' He sets down the plate and gestures the scarf-boy to follow him.
You are back at your tent crying into your pillow. Both men are searching around for you and found you at your tent sleeping peacefully. The Captain leans over to whisper to the younger man
"You're gonna need to think about something to make that up to her."
"What ?! I was just..-" "Are you disobeying my orders, Piers?"
He sighs and looks at you. You somehow look quite cute when you sleep..'What the fuck am I thinking?' scarf-boy thinks and shakes his head.
"Ok. I'm on it."