underneath the moonlight - moonknight x reader

Part 1

Y/N POV
I was on the run as I had some thing very important in my possession. Technically I didn't steal it because it was already stolen from its rightful owners in the first place. It's hard to explain exactly how I got into this situation but let's just say that the important thing that I have could be very dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands. So, that would explain why I'm on the run and why I need to get out of sight as quickly as possible.

It's very cold and wet tonight in London. I am running down dark alleyways in the pouring rain with nothing but the moon for light. I have no idea if I've lost them or not but stopping to check could be my downfall. Keep running, no matter what do not stop, I tell myself. The steaks are dangerously high so I cannot selfishly stop in order to catch my breath. No matter how cold or how tired I am, the fate of our world means much more than my well-being.

I keep running, I turn at every corner in hopes of losing the dangerous people that trail behind. I am running out of stamina, it has become almost unbearable to continue. I am wheezing from the loss of breath and I can feel the pain in my chest worsening with every moment. I can feel my pace begin to slow but I continue on with all of my might. I am trying to listen so that I may hear if the people I am running from are close behind but the rain is making it almost impossible. My body cannot take it much longer.

I sharply turn left around the corner. I look at the buildings all around me and my body finally gives out. I collapse in front of an apartment building and I hit the floor quite hard. I lie on the wet concrete gasping for air while my entire body is succumbed to soreness and pain. All I can hear is the noise of the rain and my sharp breathing. It is almost peaceful and refreshing to lie in the rain underneath a moonlit sky. For just a moment, I close my eyes in exhaustion and my guard comes down. It was only a few seconds but it was just enough for them to attack in my weakest state.

The next thing I knew, I was being forcefully grabbed by my clothing and lifted off of the concrete. I was surrounded by a group of large tall men with only one thing on their minds, the scarab. I tried to kick and scream for help but my efforts were pointless as I had been over powered. How could I be so stupid? I could've kept going but now the entire world is going to suffer just because I ran out of energy. I stared into the eyes of the man who grabbed me. I would consider myself to be quite fearless but in this moment in my weakened state, I will admit I was nervous. Maybe even scared but I would never admit it.

"where is the scarab?" the man said in a stern monotone voice.

"if I was running..." I said out of breath, "...what makes you think that I would willingly tell you where it is." Just because I'm exhausted doesn't mean I'm going to refrain from snarky responses. Maybe just this once I should have refrained because I most definitely suffered the consequences of my snarkiness.

I was immediately dropped to the ground and kicked in the stomach. I groaned in immense pain and let out a small whimper. All of the men began to take their turns kicking me in various places. The pain was so intense that I began to feel numb. I am usually much better at fighting back but I was so tired from the running and the entire adventure of receiving the scarab that I did not have the will to fight. I was grabbed by my clothing once again by the same man who did so previously. He looked me in the eyes much more angrier than he was before.

"I'll ask one last time... where. Is. The. Scarab."

I let out a shaky breath and put on a brave face.

"It's...in a drawer...at..." they awaited my response extremely unamused, "your moms house."

Even getting kicked over 20 times doesn't stop a "your mom" joke from being funny. I cracked a small defeated smirk before I was aggressively and sharply punched in the face.

I will admit that one hurt pretty bad, my head felt heavy and the dark streets of London began to spin. I felt one more strong blow to the face, this time right in the mouth. I could feel warm liquid begin to pour from my lips and drip down onto the wet floor. I laid back onto the wet concrete once again as my vision began to waver in and out. I could see the blurry large group of men standing around me getting ready to finish me off. I began to accept my fate and prepared myself for a painful death. I closed my eyes...

I waited.
I waited for a blow...
But it never came.

It all happened so fast. I opened my eyes and all of the men were gone. I could barely see and I could feel my consciousness beginning to fade. I lied defeated on the ground but mustered the strength to turn my head slightly.

All of the men lie on the ground, some bloody but all unconscious. In the middle of the bodies, there was one figure standing.

It was a man. This was a different man, not any of the men from before. I could see him throw his head back as his eyes rolled back in his head. I didn't have the strength or ability to speak or move but just before I went unconscious, I saw him turn and look at me.

He looked scared and very concerned.

Just like that, my eyes fluttered shut and it all faded to black.