𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙄𝘽𝘽𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎; 𝙃𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙔

Chapter 5

        Hoody walked into the forest, being careful with his steps. He surveyed his surroundings as he continued on. He was on edge because anything could strike at any time and he needed to be fully prepared. He made sure to keep his mind clear in order to not provoke any enemy that might be lurking in the shadows.

As he walked, he noticed the trees grow thicker and the area around him turned darker. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his gun, holding it passively in his hand. He took a right turn deeper into the forest. He stepped over a large root and glanced at the unconscious girl he held over his shoulder.

Glad I knocked her out for this. Hoody thought as the sight of the abandoned barn entered his vision. Wouldn't want her to learn the way out of here. He pushed open the door and made his way through before kicking it shut behind him.

He moved to be in front of the wall next to the door and set (Y/n) down on the floor before shoving his gun back into his hoodie pocket. He grabbed the giant board of wood and placed it on the holders to keep the door shut. A few annoyed grumbles left his mouth as he threw his soulmate over his shoulder once more.

Glaring at the stairs, he dreaded having to go up them with her added weight. "Might as well get this over with." He snarled as he placed one foot after the other on the old, decaying stairs. His eyebrows furrowed with effort and annoyance as he glared from behind his mask.

Hoody finally reached the top after a few more steps before he had to turn to the right and walk across the platform to his setup in the corner. He placed (Y/n) down on the old, dirty mattress before he sat down next to it, facing away from her line of vision.

He pulled off his mask, and breathed through his nose, running a hand down his face. Steel gray eyes trained themselves on a nail sticking out of the wooden floor. His hand stopped over his mouth and right below his nose as his mind began to race.

He didn't want to believe the message he found from his old friend, but in his gut, he knew it was true. Hoody reached into a pocket in his jeans and hurriedly pulled out the crinkled paper before looking over it once more.

"Brian,
Heya there, bud. I've found out who your soulmate is and I'm gonna kill her. I know where she lives as well, so ya might wanna get her outta there before I get to her myself. Bye bye :)

Sincerely,
Your best friend Masky"

"Fucking Tim." He swore as he crumpled the paper even more and threw it against the wall to his left. "That damn asshole." His left hand automatically went to grip onto his right forearm in a tight grip while pulling his hood further over his face.

Hoody felt a strange need to protect the younger woman behind him, and hated it, but he supposed that feeling was why he kidnapped her in the first place. He silently cursed Masky and the universe for even entertaining the idea of giving him a soulmate.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as he dug his face into his right hand. "I'm sorry that you've gotten into this mess." He silenced himself after that, choosing to wallow in his sorrows without anyone else hearing.

Shuffling on the mattress made Hoody feel alert as he tense in his position. He reached out to grab the mask, sitting about a foot to his right, reminding himself that he didn't want her to see his face yet. A small 'ow' came from her lips as more shuffling occurred, giving him the confirmation that she had come back to consciousness.

He pulled his mask closer to him and slipped it on before readjusting the yellow hood. He reached over and pressed a switch to turn on a battery-powered lamp. A small squeak came from behind, which meant she must've seen him or was just startled by the sudden light.