Moriarty The Patriot x Reader II

Monsters At Night

A/N: Apologies for the long absence, I had some health problems (not Miss Rona, thankfully) and school was starting to get too much :') I'll start working on the requests as soon as I can, but I just needed to get this out of my system 🤡

Warning/s: Profanity, Violence, Blood, Death, Gore-y?, very self-indulgent with how this idea kept flashing in my head and I just needed to let it out

2nd Person's POV

"Peter!" the mother pulled her son off the sidewalk, dragging him back to their house.

"You know better than to go out this late!"

"But Mama, I was just-!"

"-But nothing! What'll you do when..." the mother sharply gasped as she saw the sun going down, coloring the sky in dark indigo.

"We need to go," she whispered, lifting up her son as she hurried to their house.

The streetlamps started to light up. Every house the mother and son passed by shut their doors shut and locked them tight.

"Peter Davis, when we get home, I will--" the mother accidentally bumped into you, making you both stumble.

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry!" you shouted as you looked back, continuing to run away.

The mother scoffed as she continued to run and held her son tight.

You felt your head thump against your skull as your breath became ragged, your heart beating against your chest as your feet ached underneath you, but you continued to run through the streets and alleyways.

"Don't let them get away!" a man shouted as the sounds of heavy footsteps followed.

You looked behind you, seeing numerous shadows running closer to you with guns in hand.

"Ah, shi--" you tripped over the sidewalk, your face meeting the ground.

Your knees and legs were gashed from the impact at the rocks, but you tried to stand up despite the sharp pain.

Before you could get up, someone grabbed your head and pushed it back to the ground.

"Where do you think you're going?" the man taunted, raising your head by your hair and slamming you back down, his ham hands feeling like bricks.

"Come on, we can't damage the goods too much, or the boss will get mad," a taller, leaner man sighed, pointing his gun at you.

"Shut it!" the stouter man snarled, digging his nails into your scalp, "This bitch made us run around town like a bunch of dumbasses,"

You gritted your teeth and looked back at him, mustering the coldest glare you could give him.

The man laughed, pushing your head harder to the cold, gravel ground.

"What? You got somethin' to say? Just so you know, you and your friend's little escape plan failed. They're already back with the boss," he sneered, pulling your hair harshly, making you stop, looking at him in shock.

The man grinned, pulling your hair, "I can't want to teach you lot a lesson later," he whispered against your ear, disgust covering your entire body as you struggled and screamed for your life.

"Shut it!" the leaner man ordered, smacking the back of his gun to the side of your face.

"We can't let anyone or anything hear us," he whispered, looking around cautiously.