How The Angel Fell: Ghost Face x Reader (DBD)

The Abduction

Boris Osborn slumped in an old chair in the dingy hotel room. The large man stared intently through the scope of his rifle, watching through the window for his target. The bustling streets below the hotel were busy and cluttered. Young men and women clambered their ways in and out of the loud nightclub across the jammed road. Boris panned the rifle slowly, staring through the scope for a certain man. Drunk and happy faces lit up through the glass scope as he panned from each person. The scope froze in place when a certain man's face popped up.

Caucasian male, six foot three, brown hair and green eyes.

The man was chatting up some dumb drunk blonde, her giggling at every little thing he said.

BLAM!

Boris pulled the trigger and quickly dove down from his chair with his rifle. The blonde girl stood there frozen wide eyed, caked in blood before her horrid shrieks came. The people around her began to run and scream and cry and vomit in the streets. The screaming shouts and sound of hurried footsteps was almost too much to handle from the hotel room.

"Good job, Mr Osborn. Very well done." Derek Grey entered the room and gently closed the door behind him.

Boris yanked the curtains closed and rose to his feet, dumping his rifle on the chair he was sitting on. The bald man tucked his calloused hands behind his back and nodded towards Derek.

"Thank you, sir." Boris replied curtly.

Derek stalked through the dark room and peeked through the mesh curtains, people crowding around a man in a puddle of his own blood.

"Got a real nice offer to kill Ghost Face the other day. Two million dollars." Said Derek, backing away from the window.

"Sounds good." Boris replied, opening his rifle case.

"He's a smart man though." Derek started. "We can't off him like that." He gestured to the dead man in the busy street outside the hotel. "We gotta lure him away." The blonde man uttered.

Boris shrugged off his leather jacket, revealing his muscular tatted arms.

"The warehouse?" He suggested.

Derek nodded in agreement. 'The warehouse' was abandoned and just outside of town. Derek and his mercenaries had kidnapped and assassinated people there before.

People that needed to be casted out.

Like serial killers.

Like Danny.

"I'm not risking any of my mercs kidnapping him. He's too dangerous." Derek said and gently stroked his bruised jaw.

"What'd you have in mind?" Boris asked while placing his rifle in the case.

"His 'lovely little lover of his'." Derek grinned.

Boris stared confusingly at his boss. "What about them?" He asked.

Derek smiled warmly at his mercenary and came over to help him pack up his gun.

"They're how we lure him out."

Midnight

"Are ya sure ya don't want one of us to go in and grab 'em?" A man asked.

Derek turned around in the passenger seat to look in the back of the van.

"No, not now that it's gotten personal." He answered. An unnerving smile met Derek's usually attractive features, and peeled his lips back to show rows of paper white teeth. "I want to see the look on their face when they realise I'm not their 'little ghost toy'."

A groggy moan left my lips when I heard my window rattle in its sill. My eyelids were like stones and I snuggled under the covers more sleepily. I felt the soft night breeze waft over my form, flowing through some of my hair that was sticking out from under the blanket. I finally rolled over and felt the cool air hit my face, and a shadow moving through my room.

"Ghosty...?" I groaned out before closing my eyes tiredly again in the dark.

"No."

My eyes ripped back open and suddenly I was wide awake.

I zipped up from my bed and sat there dumbfounded, Derek Grey staring right back at me.

"Too bad you had to get caught in the crossfire." Derek whispered.

The last thing I saw in the dark was the man swinging something hard towards me and against my head. My eyes rolled back into my skull and my head hit the pillow for a final time.

I faded in and out. I woke up for a moment to a loud bump that jolted my body up. My eyes slowly fluttered open to be met with complete darkness. My head was killing me and everything else too hurt. A stinging pain persisted on the both of my wrists. I was too out of it to realise that it was due to the zip tie fastened tight into the flesh. I tugged once to try and seperate my wrists but then laid my head back down on what felt like carpet. The sound of wheels bumbling over gravel under me faded away as I drifted off again.

Tied up and in the back of a van.

The pain lessened the next time I woke up. A new pain in the back of neck was more prominent than others. I tried to lift my bowed head but I felt as if it weighed a tonne. My blurry eyes were met with my pyjama pants and bare feet set on a grotty concrete floor. Dust and broken glass grazed against the bottom of my feet as I groaned painfully. A small whimper left me when I felt the same pain in my wrists. They began to bleed and sting from the tight zip tie that was flushed tightly into them.

I finally lifted my head to get a glimpse of the dark dusty room I found myself in. The wallpaper was faded, stained and most of it had been peeled off almost to the ground. Fibreglass, cardboard and other scraps of plastic junk littered the abandoned building. A cool draft washed over through the cracks in the boarded up window and a chill struck me.

Then adrenaline kicked in.

I breathed fast and hard as I struggled in the old wooden chair I had been placed on. My hands were tied behind my back and zip ties were also found on each of my ankles, strapping me successfully to the chair legs.

"Help!" I finally shouted.

"Stop." A deep raspy voice answered almost instantly.

A small shriek left my lips as I whipped my head around the dark room, trying to spot the man.

A bald, tatted and muscular man trudged towards me through the rotten door.

"Where am I?" I demanded.

As the man came closer to me, I noticed the case he was holding. He didn't answer my question but kneeled down to put the case on the ground so he could open it. The case popped open and the man revealed a rifle, lifting it up in his meaty arms.

"No... no, no, no..." I shook my head slowly and felt the hot tears begin to dribble down my face.

"It's not for you," he said.

My chest heaved and I gave my pained wrists a final tug in an attempt to be freed from my restraints.

"But I advise you behave."

The man cocked his gun.