Life on the cut (JJxReader) OuterBanks Fanfic

The Third Round.

(A/N: Rafe and Pope drama alert.)

JJ, John B and Pope were hurrying towards the front door, just as Rafe emerged from within the house. The three of them spotted Rose behind him, taking a deep breath and retreating inside.
"Get down, get down!" Pope pulled his friends down behind a bush, "That's Rafe!"
John B and JJ pushed past Pope towards the house. 
"Get down idiots!" He hissed.
"No! Rose is home too. What if Y/N and Sarah got caught...?" JJ whispered.
John B sighed, putting a hand on JJ, "Pope's right."
"But Y/-"
"He's right." John B looked at Pope, "What's the plan?"
"Well Rafe might have a gun so, what's in our favour?" JJ asked.
"The element of surprise." Pope told them. Watching Rafe start to drive the truck away. The cross with him.
"What do we surprise him with?" John B whispered loudly.
"I dunno yet..." JJ thought.
John B huffed, "What we just gunna throw twigs at him or something-" he said sarcastically.
"I'm working on it!" JJ snapped.
"Come on." John B sighed.
Pope glared at Rafe as he drove past, the truck's headlights blinding them as he passed. "He has my cross."
"What if we threw something in front!?" JJ said quickly, panicked.
"I was kidding about the twigs dude!" John B snapped.
"Slingshot something like rocks!" JJ argued.
Pope ignored them, watching the red tail lights of the truck taunt him. He started running alongside the truck, hidden by the bushes. The truck was obviously faster then him, and Pope had to start sprinting to keep up with the back of it.
JJ heard his heavy foot falls, thudding on the concrete. He spun away from John B to look over at Pope, shouting "Pope! Hey!"
Pope panted and grunted as he started to reach out for the truck. He took a leap and grabbed the back of it, clutching at the ladder poking over the back. He missed it with his feet and was dragged along the grass. With one last, awkward leap, Pope was sitting neatly on the ladder, waiting patiently. His shoulder was poking around the side of the truck ever so slightly. Rafe noticed something in the wing mirror, and took a double take. There was nothing there, he must've been seeing things... 

John B and JJ stared as Pope disappeared around the corner.
"What was that!?" John B exclaimed.
"Well... Rafe's gone." JJ clicked his fingers. "Let's storm the fort."
The door clicked open again.
"Oh get down!" John B said quietly, pulling JJ down.
"Who's that?" JJ asked.
"Rose and.. Wheezie, and uhh... I can't really see." Squinted John B.
"Watch her feet! Rafe'll get upset if she's hurt." Rose exclaimed, pointing at something leaning on Wheezie's shoulders.
"Dude they got her." John B breathed.
JJ's jaw tensed.

"Sarah was freaking out, and Y/N was going to take her away from us. She needed to calm down." Rose explained.
Wheezie nodded, Sarah promised she wouldn't leave... 
"I gave Sarah some anti-anxiety pills. She begged me for them. Y/N must've drunk some by mistake." 

"What did they do?" John B asked.
"They got Sarah too." JJ whispered angrily.
They heaved the two girls into the car. Hearing Rose say, "Watch her head!"
Wheezie got in the back with the sleeping girls, and Rose went to drive.
The car started, and the boys saw Y/N's H/C head poke up through the window. Her eyes rolled backwards and she fell back again. Her body wasn't listening to her.
JJ breathed out shakily, that was his girlfriend. Trapped.

Rose took a deep breath... It'll be okay soon...
BANG BANG BANG!
Rose jumped.
"Let them go!" John B shouted, hitting the car. "Sarah! Y/N!"
"HEY! Hey get up!" JJ yelled.
Wheezie screamed.
"Wheezie unlock the door!" JJ ordered.
John B hit the windows, "Slow the car!"
"Wheezie let them out!"
"Unlock the door!"
"Rose stop!
Rose turned around to look at the boys chasing them down, "What the hell...?"
Wheezie spun to her, "Why can't I let them in!?"
"No! Wheezie No!" Rose snapped. Wheezie still didn't like her.
"Wake up!" John B shouted opposite the girls, beating on the windows.
JJ knocked on Wheezie's window. "Wheezie please unlock the door!"
"I'm sorry!" She shouted back.
John B slipped, and fell. Rolling back onto the grass. The car sped away. Leaving JJ jogging gently. Defeated. He returned to help his friend to his feet. "Let's get to the Twinkie! You good?"
"Yeah."

The Twinkie was still unlocked, waiting for them to come back.
"You want me to drive?!" JJ asked.
"No I got it." He answered quickly, jumping into the car.
"Yep. Okay." JJ jumped up next to him.
John B twisted the key, and the Twinkie jumped to life. 
JJ panted next to John B, clutching at his chest as his heart thumped angrily.

Rafe was slowly twisting down a woodland lane as the moon started to go down. Pope was gripping the ladder tightly. His arms were tired. He poked his head around the truck for one moment, and then pulled it back quickly. He couldn't risk Rafe spotting him.
Rafe took a deep breath, turning onto the muddier, less used roads. He trundled along quietly before reaching a small clearing in the woods, reversing into it's shrubbery.
The breaklights flashed, and turned off. Pope leapt from the ladder. He looked around for somewhere to hide, rushing into the woods and hiding behind a tree. 
Rafe reached for the handle, pushing his door open and jumping to the floor. He slammed the door shut behind him and walked around to the back of the truck. Unlocking the doors he had previously locked after Sarah's earlier exploration. Pope watched as he yanked the wooden doors open, he waited to see his cross. To his shock, and disgust, Rafe tossed out some mass of blanket and tape. With two legs sticking out. The blankets were tossed carelessly into thick mud on the floor. Rafe jumped down beside it, and dragged it to the bank, grunting. He pushed the pile into the water and sent it floating away.
He jumped out of the water swiftly. Waiting for his disposal unit to arrive.
The gators, swam close. Their beady eyes scanning the surface for the source of the delicious smell of blood.
Pope's eyes grew wide. Was this really happening?
The gator wiggled it's long body towards the corpse, growling.
SNAP! SPLASH!
It was gone. It chomped and snarled as it feasted on Aiden. It's powerful jaws ripping into his flesh.
Pope was seething. How dare Rafe think he could get away with this. Pope ran at him, shoving him to the muddy ground. Rafe slid across it's slippery surface and skidded into a tree. 
(A/N: I hate how hot he is in this scene)

Rafe rose to his feet. Staring at Pope. Rage taking over his body. For the first time in weeks- he let it win. "Okay. Round three bitch."
He ran at Pope, rugby tackling him to the floor. Pope tried to push him off in all the slippery mud, but couldn't. Rafe had his legs pinned down and a hand around his throat. He raised his fist and punched Pope square in the jaw. Once, Twice. Three times. Pope cried out in pain, wriggling his leg around to try and free it. Once it slipped out, he dug it deep into Rafe's side. This sent him flying across the floor, writhing on his hands and knees. Pope stood up first, digging his nails and knees into the mud to steady himself. He swung his arm heavily, socking Rafe in the face. Rafe flipped to the side, crying out. Pope struggled to balance himself after his punch, while Rafe heaved himself up and propelled himself into Pope's body. They fought on the slippery mud, but Rafe over powered him. Pope fell onto his spine, hard. He managed somehow to use Rafe's momentum to flip him over, and tried to hold him down. Rafe grunted, wrapping his arm around Pope's neck and choking him. Pope yelled in anger, trying to rip Rafe away from him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get any friction in the mud, and he couldn't escape. Was he really going to choke to death? Rafe gritted his teeth and held Pope down, resisting his wriggling. Pope grunted, elbowing Rafe sharply in the nose. He gasped loudly, releasing Pope as his head rolled back. He shoved him away from him, flinging Pope into the mud. He stood up, and walked quickly to the front of the truck, leaving Pope panting on the floor, clutching at his back. Rafe wiped the blood from his face, reaching into the glove box for his gun. It's cold, heaviness felt good. He cocked it, emotionless. He was wet, cold, muddy, bloody, but most importantly. He was furious. No one was going to ruin his plans. No one. But when he reached the back of the truck- Pope was gone. Rafe's mouth opened slightly, blood dripping out of it. He stormed around each side of the truck. But he couldn't see Pope anywhere... He looked under the truck, in the back, he even scanned the horizon of the surrounding waters in case he swam away. There was no sign of him.
"It's me or the gators! Rafe yelled, angrily. Holding his gun tightly....
No reply.
"Good luck!"
And he slammed the doors shut. Locking them swiftly

Pope winced in a nearby tree, breathing a sigh of relief. He reached into his pocket for his muddy, now cracked phone as Rafe started to drive away, panting. Using a cloth to clean his face. The cross secured in the back. Pope went straight to Kie in his contacts.

(A/N: UNtil next tIiMmmEXX)