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

The Remembrance

"Uh... uhm..." I tried to scrape out a single sentence but failed miserably.

Angel's hand swiped off her hip and rested back at her side.

"What?" She asked with a furrowed brow.

"Wha—how? How did you do all that? That was—amazing! You're like—what? How old did ya say ya were? Sixteen? Holy cow!" I rambled.

I slowly rose to my feet and moved up the wall. During Angel's murderous rampage, I found myself sliding down it and sinking down to the concrete below. My legs wobbled as they tried to support my sickly self. Angel flashed me one of her infamous smiles.

"Thanks! I was taught at a young age how to defend myself." She replied.

"Amazing! Also, ew." I looked at the mutilated bodies of Derek Grey's fallen mercs.

Blood had guzzled out of their gaping knife wounds and mixed into a dark red soup that would've soon stained the concrete forever (if I didn't end up burning this hellish place to the ground, that was).

Angel turned away from the bodies and looked at me. "I'm surprised you're so okay with this! Danny told me you can be just a tiny bit squeamish." The younger girl said.

I blew a raspberry and swatted the air melodramatically.

"What? Me, squeamish? No!"

I caught glimpse of one of the fallen mercenaries on the floor. Her head had nearly been decapitated and blood gushed out from her slashed open throat, mouth and nose. Her cold dead eyes stared fearfully up at me, forever trapped in her murder scene. Bile was quick to rise in my throat as my sallow face turned to a bright green. I hunched over and heaved out a stream of vomit.

"Oh...!" Angel yipped.

I retched and gagged, chunks of barf escaping my mouth and slapping down onto the concrete.

"Oh, god..." I rasped out before bellowing out more spew.

"Jeez, anything I can do?" Angel asked worriedly, placing a hand on my hunched back.

"Yeah, get us outta here, please." I answered.

We collected our guns before the teenager escorted me down the hall and into what looked like a big office. Old desks and swivel seats littered the large space, some knocked over and some broken. The lights flickered and flashed from above, illuminating the thick layers of dust and grime that adorned the abandoned office. The room stood still and silent in the dark.

"Thank god." I muttered.

I broke away from Angel and leaned my weight onto a desk, bending over it to catch a breather.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Gunfire.

I jolted up from the desk as quick as a lightening bolt and went to grab Angel. Something parental stirred in me and I felt a strong need to protect the girl. I didn't know why.

"What the fuck was that? Where's Danny?" I panicked.

Angel didn't hesitate to grab onto me. She cuddled into my arm fearfully and whipped her head around the room. I snaked an arm around her and we stood there in each other's embrace.

"I don't know. Who else is here? I thought Danny and I got them all." She stuttered.

We heard yelling from right at the back. Angel hid in my chest and I placed a hand on her head. She went from a fierce, trained killer, into a scared little girl as soon as she fell into my arms. It was strange. I looked over to the back door that was right at the end of the office. The yelling grew quiet, and so did the gunshots. I listened keenly in the thick, dusty air.

"What was...?"

The door burst open with a brute force and slammed against the wall. I screamed and Angel yanked herself away from me, knife in hand. But relief washed over us as quick as the fear did.

It was the Ghost Face.

It was my Danny.

Danny ran at us, his mask in one hand and knife in the other. He looked back at the door that was left empty then back at us.

"Come on! Down, we gotta go down right now! Let's go!" He ordered.

"Danny!" I called out to him.

He grabbed me by the hand and yanked me along with him. Angel ran at his side with me struggling to catch up. Panic fuelled me though. My shaky legs were quick to pick up, bounding after the two.

"Let's get outta here. My car's out front." Danny huffed.

"Who are we running from?" Angel asked through breaths.

"Derek," he said. "He's got more men coming for us. We killed the ones here but he's still got more." He explained.

"Where is he? Where is Derek?" I joined the conversation, my pace picking up more and more.

No way was I spending another dark night in this hellhole again.

Suddenly I heard a man call my name from behind. All three of us looked back as we sprinted away from said voice.

Derek Grey.

"Danny! Come back with them! Give them here!" He crooned.

It crooned.

I halted to a stop. I nearly stumbled over by my abrupt stop but I still stood there. Angel and Danny stopped too. They were yelling at me, telling me to keep running. I couldn't hear them. I slowly looked back to where Derek was following us but he wasn't there anymore. The wallpaper around us peeled down and showed a glow of orange heat underneath. At the end of the hallway we had been sprinting down, I could see the concrete ground beginning to crack. Big long zigzags cracked into the ground until it began to crumble. It fell apart more and more until it stopped just where I was. I turned back to Danny and Angel. They were still calling out to me but they fell on deaf ears.

I stared at Danny. My Danny. His face was sunken like it always was. Bruises and cuts littered his pale skin. The bullet wound on his arm looked like it was going strong. It looked like it hurt real bad still, but at least we wasn't bleeding to death. There was a new bullet hole; in his shoulder. Sticky black blood had dripped down his leather clad front. A streamer had been fastened tightly around the wound. It was riddled with blood and gore nonetheless.

I was now left alone in the dark hallway as he faded away. All around was murky black fog. I didn't dare move as the darkness blanketed the crumbled ground before me. Devilish whispers swirled around in a freezing breeze that chilled me to my core.

And I remembered everything.

I knew this would certainly be temporary. A small mind game created by the Entity before I went back to its true masterpiece. Its masterpiece: taking me out of its realm and away from my love, Danny. I forgot everything and lived the life I would've if it never took me. Danny's assignment was to see if I would fall in love with him like I did in the realm. Me, the innocent survivor, and Danny, the ghostly killer in the night. If I fell in love with him, I'd come back and we'd live happily. But if I didn't...

The Entity screeched my name in a loud whisper with the voice of the horrid devil herself.

I am going to make you beautiful. It crooned in the dark.

I clenched my fists, the diamond ring on my finger cutting into the palm.

"Make me into whatever you want. Make me into a killer. Just don't hurt them."

The opaque fog flickered clear for a second. I could see the tattered warehouse around me. I could see Danny; the unmasked Ghost Face. Beside him, the fiery teenage girl Angel. I fidgeted with the band of my ring, my sights set keenly on the pair.

"Don't hurt my family."