Killer x Reader His profession AU

IX

Warmth was emitting from the hand holding yours tightly yet gently as Killer led you through the maze of corridors. (e/c) eyes stared straight ahead, barely taking anything in as they flitted from point to point. Only the soft tapping of footsteps was heard as the three of you breathed softly. Your ears caught the sound of fans whirring behind the white walls. Light was scarce and flickered above you as you walked, giving an earie ambiance to the already horrible moments you were experiencing. You licked your lips wet and swallowed some saliva to ease away the lump in your throat. Tension was building up with every step and every ounce of silence.

The door, so far away at first, was almost within your reach and you could only imagine what was behind it. The warmth left your limp as Killer let go of your hand and placed it on the handle and tilted it down with a soft click. Your breath caught itself in your lungs as the door swung inside, the hinges creaking and moaning as the metal door moved.

The darkness swallowed you whole as you walked in front of Killer, his hand placed upon the small of your back and pushing you forward. "Killer?" He hummed in response and you furrowed your brows a little, forcing your mind to catch up with this whole.. thing. "Will you tell me who she is?" A soft click and light flooded the room and blinded you, urging you to close your eyes tightly.

Softly, a hand raised itself and was placed upon your shoulder, holding you still as warm air was blown next to your ear with the words Killer muttered. "Someone who did a horrible thing to the one dear to me." The voice was strained, hurt and filled with sadness before Killer let go of a sigh and brushed passed you. His arms all but threw the girl in the chair at the centre of the room. Leather straps were being bound around her arms and ankles.

"What did she do?" You breathed, saying the words as a whisper. Your arms were wrapped around your chest tightly, not really knowing what to do with them as you tilted your head to the side. Killer stopped mid-movement of tightening the first strap around the wrist of the blond girl and heaved a heavy sigh before shaking his head shortly.

"She.." He started, pulling the strap to the last hole before going over to the next. "How should I say this?" He muttered, more to himself than to you. His hair moved to the side, hiding his face more than his mask already did. The scars on his hands and arms seemed to light up in the artificial lights. A frown was edged on your face as you made your way to the older male. You didn't know what was urging you. Hell, you started to rethink your own mind as you walked ever so slowly to Killer, placing a hand on his shoulder as you reached him and crouched down. Your eyes were softening as you first felt the male tense upon contact and relax the longer your touch stayed there.

"Killer.. What..." You shook your head slightly before hanging it down a little, your eyes staring at the ground.

"She hurt someone I loved badly, forcing her to almost kill herself with her words and physical abuse. This woman," The blond male spat, "forced my friend to do several unspeakable things one after another. After that, she was left alone to pick up the pieces. I had to watch how my friend was crumbling and falling apart, falling further and further into the abyss of the darkness surrounding her while this thing laughed at her right in her face, saying how worthless she is. How... it would be best to be gone after everything." Killer's voice started to waver as he was looking for words to speak.

Your fingers curled in his shirt as a frown appeared on your face. "I'm sorry. But I don't think this is the way." You whispered. The male under your touch stiffened as he scoffed. Killer leaned away from your fingers and got up before walking over to a cart with instruments laying neatly on it. Fingers, former laying on a shoulder to comfort were raised to your sight before falling down in your lap. 'What am I doing? He's a killer and I tried to.. help him? Be there for him? Sympathise with him?' You bit your lip in frustration, sinking into your own thoughts bit by bit.