A cold ominous wind swept through the streets. Everything seemed so quiet. Like the whole underground was holding its breath. The sign of Benzo's shop shifted in the breeze. A light fog starting to fill the surrounding area. And at the end of the street shrouded in fog barely visible through the mist. Stood a man. Shrouded in the fog one part of him seemed to stand out sharply. His eye that seemed to pierce through anything. And behind him beyond view was the looming presence of a monster.
You and Vi stood facing the door. Readying yourselves to face whatever came through. It swung open and you prepared to charge forward with your shield. But before you could you saw Vander and Benzo standing in the doorway.
Vi and Y/n: Vander?
Vander: *sigh* We don't have much time.
He said as he walked up to the both of you. Benzo closing the door behind them.
Vi: How did you find us?
Benzo: It was easy actually. We just followed Y/n.
You heard Benzo say from behind Vander. Apparently, you hadn't disguised where you were going as well as you thought. Then Vander walked up to the both of you. Placing a hand on either of your shoulders.
Vander: I'm proud of you both. Always have been.
You felt your heart soften at the comment.
Vi: I'm sorry, I. . . This is the only way to protect the others.
Benzo: Vander!
You looked over to the window where Benzo was standing. You could hear the sound of dogs barking in the distance. You brought your attention back to Vander.
Vander: You've both got a good heart. Don't ever lose it. No matter how the world tries to break you two.
You looked up at him and you could see a look of regret and resignation creep into his eyes.
Vander: Protect the family.
And then he forced the two of you into the door behind you. Shoving you in and closing it. You heard the lock fall in place as Vi started pounding at the door.
Vi: Let us out! This isn't right!
Y/n: You can't do this!
You watched as Vi banged against the door, but it barely even shook. You realized you could hear enforcers inside the shop now.
Grayson: I'm guessing that's for me.
You heard someone walking.
Marcus: You gonna let us make the arrest or not?
You recognize that voice. You had heard it back at the arcade.
Vander: You'll oblige a doomed man one last smoke. Wont you?
There seemed to be shifting around after the comment.
Grayson: I'm not putting you away Vander.
Vander: Council needs its pound of flesh.
Grayson: Without you down here, it all falls apart.
You watched as Vi turned her shoulder and rammed it into the door, but it barely made a dent. Slowly you pushed her away and brought your shield in front of you. Slamming it into the door with your full force. Over and over again but it barely seemed to budge.
Vander: Benzo will handle things. He may not have my devilish charm, but he runs a tight ship.
You smashed your shield against the wood door, but it didn't move. You tried again throwing all of your strength into it. But no matter how hard you tried the stupid thing wouldn't move. You realized it was hopeless, but you had to try something.
YOU ARE READING
Your Shield - Arcane Male Reader
FantastikY/n grew up in the underground. Where he lived in a constant state of fear and survival. Never knowing where his next meal would be coming from. His parents followed Vander across the river hoping that a better life for their children was possible...