Never letting you go (Penelope x reader)

The one where he wants me dead

Y/n pov

A gentle hand caressed my cheek, brushing some of my hair out of my face. That's what wakes me up. The skin of the hand is however the thing that makes me open my eyes in horror as it's familiar but old. I meet icy blue eyes, almost identical to the once belonging to the man who killed me. It's in this moment that i pray that Spencer looked at the next page as well. Where i wrote exactly who it was who tried to kill me, who made the shooter miss my heart on purpose just so that he could have the final strike to kill me. I pray to gods i don't even believe in.

"Hello Y/n Sloan, or is your name actually Nina Johansson?" His voice is old and full of rage. It's the rage that paralyses me with fear. It doesn't help that my whole body is screaming in pain if i just move a muscle either. "That's the name you were using when you sentenced my son to death. Isn't it funny how things come back to bite you?" He has a quiet and dry laugh. Like he's forcing it out. "I've spent the last year tracking you down, tracking every move of you and the ones you love. So sad about your breakup with Lena, she seemed like a good woman. Not that i don't enjoy your suffering. Your brother, however, has an interesting life. Or i should say brothers since their what, seven of them? Youngest one of eight, impressive." i build up enough strength to fight through the paralysing fear and let out a call for help. But it's useless as he puts his hand over my mouth. My scream wasn't even that loud, but someone must have heard it. Please let someone have heard it. "No one's gonna hear you, i've planned this out perfectly. Don't you even wanna hear why i didn't let the sniper let out the kill shot? Why i want to do it myself?" He doesn't let go of the hand above my mouth as he brushes my cheek again. "But maybe you already know, you are a profiler for the BAU after all. I could ask you to answer your own question, it would be fun to listen to that instead of me rambling on and on of how i want to see you suffer." his voice sends me back in time to a place that i wish to forget. To make it stop, i open my mouth to bite his hand. Making him stumble back in even more anger as before. "You bitch" he says before coming back and putting half his body weight onto my throat, cutting off my air. No matter how much i try to pull him off, he's too heavy. Clawing towards his face as well as on the hand around my throat. He lifts me up and throws me of the bed and into a corner of the room. So instead of not being able to breathe, i can't stand up as i hit my head on the concrete wall.

"HELP, MORGAN" i call out as loud as i can for the only person i know is out there, feeling the dryness in my throat. Him and Penelope, the others i don't know where they are. This time someone must have heard me. Every wall in a hospital can't be soundproof. And it's not, because the officer that was standing outside the door barges in to see me and Christopher Jefferson. But he was right, he had already planned for everything as he swiftly cut the officers throat. The blood splashes over at me and not another sound can escape my throat. In the next few seconds he barricades the door with a chair and the officer sitting on it.

"That wasn't as hard as i thought it would be" Jefferson says and i can now see that he had originally planned for me to be his first and only kill. That would be his perfect revenge.

"I didn't kill Micha, he did that to himself" the words come out of my mouth before i can think. I haven't even said his name since the day he was sentenced. "If you wanted your son to live, you should have put him into another kind of business than the mafia"

"Everything was perfect until you came along with your team and flirtatious comments. You made him think he was in love, but it was all a game to you. All a part of the mission huh?"

"He was a danger to my country, to my world. Just be glad that i didn't kill him with my bare hands after what he did to my friends, instead he got lethal a injection by the state"

"You shall die for this, it's the circle of life" he says, totally ignoring my words, as he starts to walk closer and forces me into the literal corner between the two walls. This might just as well be the end. At least i don't have any unfinished business left... i think. I feel something sharp behind me and grips it hard in my hand, anything to protect myself with because i'm not dying now. Not when i was given a second chance. He picks up the officer's gun, pointing it to my head. It's shown that he doesn't want to inflict a painful death, he is hesitant and it's just that hesitence that's gonna make him lose.But if it's before he kills me i don't know yet, but i guess i'm about to find that out.

"Men often mistake killing and revenge for Justice. They seldom have the stomach for justice."         Robert Jordan