No Way Out(A Jerome Valeska Fanfiction)

Doubt

This one is a little short I guess, I'm sorry. But here.

WARNING: A lot of angst, graphic depictions of violence, blood, and gore too, so don't get queasy on me now. 

Amy. Her well-being was all you were thinking about when you opened the door just a crack. Despite all the other gruesome horrid paranoia that pushed against your conscious mind, you forced yourself to only think of her. You were afraid that if your mind drifted, you would waver, and she would pay the price for it.

So here you were. In a situation that shouldn't even involve you, but it did.

You didn't want to look at him, you'd probably throw up if your eyes met his. So your eyes locked with Amy's and you forced a voice out.

"It'll be okay, Amy." you tried to sound reassuring but it ended up sounding like a pathetic whimper.

"Y/N, NO! RUN!" Amy screamed as she fought against his hold.

"Jeez Louise, ya needa work on your acting skills, girly!" as he tightened his grip and pulled her to his chest.

Stepping out of the doorway as you shivered, you sucked in a shaky breath, "I'm here, let her go."

A smirk pulled at his lips as he reached out his hand, "C'mere, doll."

Oh, you hated him. You were out and vulnerable, that should be enough for him, "Just let her go."

"Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart. You don't make the rules here." he tapped the barrel of the gun against her cheek, "Now come on. We don't have all day."

You swallowed hard and took a shaky step forward, reaching out as your hand trembled. Your warm fingers brushed his cold ones before his hand gripped yours tightly and pulled you forward, making you stumble and him giggle.

"Well look at you!" he whistled, "Aren't you a sight fer sore eyes. Didja miss me? Who am I kiddin? Of course ya did!" and he stepped in closer to you and lowered his head slightly, leaning in so your faces were inches apart, "I missed ya too, baby." and he let go of your hand to grab your chin instead and he tilted your head up to face him. 

"Your fear's even prettier than I remember it!" he giggled, "Ya made a few new friends too." he remarked as he jostled Amy carelessly, "Didn't replace me though, didja?"

You didn't answer. You weren't even looking in his eyes, instead you looked at his nose to make it seem like you were. You couldn't look in his eyes. You never wanted to see him again but his eyes were the most unbearable part. They were so soulless...too soulless, too dark, and so very dead. Even though he was very much alive.

He didn't like your lack of response though, the sides of his mouth drooping into a scowl, "Didja?"

His tone was low and dangerous. It made your blood turn to ice and the hairs of the back of your neck stand up. Your body stiffened and you froze up.

"Gettin' old over here, doll." as he waved the gun and a choked whimper from Amy had your eyes snapping up to hers and you panicked, finally finding your voice, "No! I-I didn't!" and Jerome's face split into a smile, "Good gal!"

"Let her go...please. I-I'm here. I'll go willingly, just let her go..." and Jerome hummed, seeming to think it over.

"'Willingly', huh? Isn't that a bit...hmm...boring?"

It happened so fast you weren't sure what was real and what wasn't. The ringing in your ears made it hard to concentrate. What was that sound? What was that warm wetness on your face? What was that distant cackling that sounded as though it were shrouded by a far away veil? What happened?