Slasher imagines

Thomas Hewitt

♤ Thank you @Mysterio_Writerio for the request! ♤

Throughout the day you couldn't catch a single second of rest, your body ached and your tired mind was acting slow. The night before, you tossed and turned and just couldn't seem to get comfortable. Now, throughout the day, it's been affecting you greatly.

Food had been caught, no thanks to you. Luda Mae noticed your sluggish movements and ordered for you to stay in the house with her today. Thomas was worried for you all day. He knew you were only tired but he still checked in with you and made sure everything was still going well. At one point you nearly stabbed yourself while cutting vegetables so Luda just sent you out of the kitchen. You knew she wasn't angry at you, she just didn't want you to get hurt, yet you still felt a bit guilty. You wanted to help.

Thomas should be butchering the food, maybe help was needed there. You made your way to the basement door and before you could open it it came flying open itself, smacking you in the face. From the force of the hit you stumbled back for a moment. When you looked up you saw female teenager standing there with a bloody knife in hand. You both made eye contact before she attempted to sprint off. You were right on her tail.

She was almost out the door when you grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her back into your chest. She suddenly slams her head against your already sore nose, most likely causing it to break. She took your stunned state to her advantage and pushed you off of her. You didn't want her to get away, you wouldn't let that happen. After being do useless today you couldn't let this opportunity to lend a hand slip by.

You grab her once again, this time grabbing her arms and throwing her to the ground behind you. You straddled her hips and wrapped your hands tightly around her throat. In her last moments she reached out to grab her disregarded weapon and plunged it deep into your side. Either out of adrenaline or exhaustion you didn't know, but you didn't let your grip falter the slightest. When she was finally limp and pale, your hands retreated back by your side and your form hunched over. Loud footsteps were heard coming from the basement and you quickly got up from the body. Thomas's figure appeared in the basement doorway as he stared at the scene before him.

You stumble towards him, holding his face in your hands once you reach him. He gently placed his hands on your shoulders as he scanned over your trembling body.
"Are you alright Tommy? Your bleeding" You tilted his head to the side to see a long gash across his temple. He didn't seem too fased by your analysis, instead he seemed to be shaking himself. You were clearly loosing a lot of blood and your nose was definitely broken.
"T-tommy we need to get you some-some help" You felt your limbs grow heavy and your eyesight become blurred as black dots clouded your vision. All you felt was strong arms holding you close as you slipped into darkness.

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Something tickled your nose as you awoke. Your chest felt heavy and pain shot through your side when you tried to shuffle around. You peered around the area to realize that you were lying in your and Thomas's shared bed. The curtains were drawn and it seemed like it was pertty dark outside. You sighed and laid there for a moment longer. As you were about to make an attempt to get up, the bedroom door was slowly opened.

Your eyes landed on a large figure peering into the room from between the cracked open door. He froze for a moment before he came rushing into the room. He was by your side in moments as he pulled you into a gentle yet firm hug. You, still being in a slight daze, hugged him close.

After a few more minutes of silence you decided to ask a few of the many questions that plagued your mind.
"Tommy?" You tried to remain quiet, as if being too loud would cause more distress. He hummed.
"What happened?" Thomas stiffened for a moment before reluctantly pulling away from your arms. He looked down to you with glossy eyes and shaky hands. Seeing this you grabbed his hands and pulled them to your face.
"Hey I'm okay, it's okay, we're going to be okay" You reassured.

He took a deep breath and caressed your cheek with his thumb.
"I was so scared, after I saw that knife in your side and blood seeping through your clothes I just-I just froze. I didnt know what to do- and then you passed out and you were so pale and-" You cut off his rambling by kissing his forehead. You shushed him and placed your forehead against his.
"I'm alright now. I'm not going anywhere you hear me? I would never leave you alone like that" You held a firm tone as you didn't dare to break eye contact.

It had scared the hell out of him. Seeing you go limp in his arms, watching Luda Mae strip you from your blood soaked shirt and attempt to save your life with what materials she had. Thomas wanted to stay and help her but he just couldn't. He couldn't bare the sight of your lifeless looking body barely breathing. Your unusually paled cold skin, once so warm and comforting. It just wasn't you, just a broken shell of you.

If this wasn't bad enough he couldn't help but blame himself for your current state. If he hadn't let his temper get to him then she wouldn't of got the jump on him, hitting him in the head before running upstairs. If it weren't for the sound of a struggle upstairs then he may of just staid there to wallow in self pity. When he arrived and saw what you had to do, what she had done to you, all because of him. Of course you would never blame him for this, how would he of known this would happen? If anything you blamed yourself for getting in the way. Not being able to help elsewhere and therefore putting yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe if you had actually been useful that day..

At the moment neither of you cared who was at fault, you both were just happy to be in each other's arms. Safe, happy, and alive.

You gently pull Thomas on to you, lying his bandaged head against your bandaged covered breasts. You place his ear against your chest so he could hear your heart beat. If it weren't such a calming sound he may of cried from the simple act.
"You hear that? That's the beat of my heart, you know who it beats for? The love of my life, lying here in my arms" Thomas smiled as tears streamed down his masked covered face. It felt like the 100th time he's cried this past week, though this time they were happy tears.

Definitely happy tears.