Who Could Love Me? (Jerome Valeska X Fem Reader)

To the Edge

     Even though they deserve nothing but suffering, you can't bring yourself to hurt anyone. Which in turn pushes Jerome to "help you".

     "They were already dead the moment they touched you." Jerome wraps his hands around yours and walks you to your victims. They all struggle against their restraints and whimper through the cloth in their mouths. "It's not that hard," He pushes the knife in your hands through your brother's throat. "See?" Everyone's muffled screams can barely reach your ears as the anxiety of the situation is almost enough to make you pass out.

     "Why are you making me do this?" You huff out in a shaky breath.

     "You wanted to do this," Jerome brings you into a tight hug and twirls around slowly. "Remember that night? We stayed up late cuddling and talking, that's when you told me you wanted to do this. Kill everyone who hurt you." He holds your head against his chest, "they took advantage of your trust and did horrible things to you and many other people. They don't deserve your sympathy."

     "I guess you're right." You lean into him and try to ignore the smell of blood radiating from your now dead brother. Still though, your body begins to shake and your mind races.

     "One down four more to go!" Jerome pushes you back to your abusers. "Give 'em hell."

     "I can't do this, no matter how much they deserve this," you fall to your knees.

     "It's alright, you're doing great," Jerome's encouraging words drown out and your body goes cold.

     'This isn't right,' your breath gets stuck in your throat.

     "Look at what you've all done," Jerome gently takes the knife from your hands. "All you do is cause harm." The loud noise of their chains thrashing is a dull noise.

     'Please let this just be a horrible dream,' you hold your head in your hands and look blindly at the floor. Slowly it becomes harder to breathe, 'this can't be real.' Your chest aches and the room starts to spin faster with every passing second.

     "We can go now," Jerome helps up your disoriented form. "I took care of them." He smiles sweetly at you, but the pungent smell of blood throws you into the darkness. Jerome catches your body, "aww she's sleeping," he rubs your cheek with his blood-soaked hand. "She needs her rest," Jerome picks you up "look at her, my black fire in total darkness."

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      Gorden knows that Jerome is unpredictable, but one thing that is for certain, is that Jerome will try to contact you now that he's alive.

     Panic encompasses your entire being as you attempt to scrub the blood from your hands. "Why won't it come off?" Tears blur your vision, "get off."

     Jerome's voice is a quiet murmur "be quiet or else I'll rip your togue out."