Vows- Jotaro Kujo x Reader

Part 16

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Your voice caught in your throat.

Your lips parted, but nothing came out.

The passenger's body slumped forward in his seat, blood staining the fabric in front of him. The scream had already died, but the sound of it still rang in your ears, sharp and awful, and refusing to fade.

For a second, you couldn't move.

Then Jotaro was in front of you.

He pulled you against him before you could look any longer, one arm locking around your back while his other hand came up to cradle the back of your head. He pressed your face into his chest, shielding you from the sight.

"Don't look," he said quietly.

His voice was low, almost harsh, but his grip betrayed him. He held you too tightly. His heart was pounding against your ear.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to breathe.

The warmth of him grounded you, but it couldn't erase what you had seen. Nothing could. Not the blood. Not the passenger's face. Not the horrible realization that everyone on this plane was trapped with something they couldn't even understand.

Jotaro glanced past you.

His jaw tightened.

Around you, the cabin had gone still except for the panicked breathing of the others and the faint buzz of wings somewhere in the dark.

"Massacre..." Avdol said.

You forced yourself to open your eyes.

On the wall of the plane, written in blood, was a single word.

MASSACRE.

The beetle hovered nearby, its grotesque mouth glistening red before it dropped something wet onto the floor.

A tongue.

Your stomach lurched.

Joseph's hand curled into a fist. "All these people..."

Avdol stepped forward, rage flashing across his face.

"Magician's Red!"

"Avdol, wait!" Kakyoin snapped.

Avdol froze, though the anger in his eyes did not fade.

Kakyoin's gaze stayed fixed on the beetle. "If you use fire in here, you could damage the plane. We'd all die before we even reached the ground."

Avdol clenched his teeth, but he knew Kakyoin was right.

Jotaro's arm remained around you as he looked across the cabin, searching through the rows of passengers. His expression had gone cold again, but you could still feel the tension in his body.

The Stand user had to be close.

There was nowhere else to hide.

The thought made your skin crawl.

Someone on this plane was responsible for this. One of them had sat among sleeping passengers and waited.

A groan came from the back of the cabin.

Everyone turned.

An old man stirred in his seat, rubbing at his face as he slowly sat up. His gray hair was thin and messy, his wrinkled features twisted in irritation.

"So damn noisy..." he muttered. 

Your stomach tightened.

Maybe it was the timing. Maybe it was the way he looked around, too slowly, as if he were taking in a performance rather than waking up in terror. "Be careful," Kakyoin warned.