Throne of Lies [Shang-Chi x Reader]

Chapter Six

AN: Hi. It's been 4 months since I last updated....whoops. Please re-read chapter 5! Not only do I think it'll probably be a good refresher of the story (haha...ha) but I updated the contents of chapter 5 a bit!

You were careful. Just like when you and Shang-Chi were sneaking around earlier, you were quiet with your steps and carefully looked around corners. You were slower than when you had Shang-Chi guiding your every step, and the maze of a building didn't do anything to make you feel any more confident in where you were going. It felt like you were going in circles as around every corner was the same painting that you swore you saw two turns ago.

You couldn't help but feel a little frustrated with yourself. You thought you were good at directions. Or at the very least, not getting lost. You crossed your arms as you stood at the crossroads and tried to figure out the way out. For a compound that looked quite open and breezy when you first entered, you somehow found yourself lost in the heart of the compound without a window in sight.

In your silence, you could easily hear a few muffled shouts. Which sounded bad for you.

You didn't hesitate as you decided down one crossroad and quickened the pace. You weren't sure if it was because you were discovered to not be in your room, or something else, but you needed to get to that pond as soon as possible.

You paused your speedwalk to take off your boots and run through the compound in your socks. If you got in a fight with someone, this would definitely work against you, but for the time being, it was worth it in order to run around the compound stealthily. You tried to run in the direction of where you felt the wind, and to your delight, you did find an open area, but it was the courtyard. The lit hallways were plenty to allow the guards across the courtyard to see you and it was mere seconds before they shouted at you and you sprinted in the opposite direction.

You ducked around corners and down hallways, but you could easily hear the sounds of your pursuers behind you. It wasn't long until you found yourself at a dead end, and you readied yourself for a fight. Your boots would have to work as makeshift boxing gloves for the time being.

The first person you tackled came down with ease, but it wasn't long until you were overwhelmed and someone was pinning you in their grasp. You kicked wildly and shoved yourself off the wall to knock the two of you over, which successfully worked, except you hit the ground head first. You tried to fight against the dazed feeling that quickly stilled your flailing limbs, but the world was spinning just a little too much for your liking and your eyes fluttered shut.

"Wake up!" you jolted awake as your eyes snapped open. You probably would've fallen out of your chair had you not been nearly tied up in it. You noticed how your arms were handcuffed behind you, around the back of the chair that was keeping you straight up.

"Good morning to you too," you couldn't help but gripe back due to the throbbing in your head.

"(y/n), was it?" you froze at the sound of your name and looked to the voice to find Wenwu looking down at you.

"That's correct."

"How could a mother care enough for her child that she'd enroll them into a dojo, but then leave them to fend for themselves in the streets of Macau?"

"She died." You responded bluntly as you continued to glare at him.

"You don't look like you were born there."

"World has changed a lot since you first were born," you explained offhandedly, "immigration." You were clearly at the disadvantage here. In front of you was a man who effortlessly slaughtered thousands of people and reigned as a dictator. He wouldn't care if he killed you, but here you were, riling him up.