Crow with a Diamond eye: Kaz Brekker x Reader

Chapter 1: Salt and sweat

Y/n couldn't see a thing through the cores, brown sack that had been not so gently shoved over her face. She knew that she was on a boat, the rocking told her that much, but she had no idea where she was heading or how long she had been on the water. She had been tossed into the hold and no one had checked on her since. She had begun work on slicing the ropes binding her wrists. She rubbed the rope against what she assumed was a loose nail, it took her until her hands were blistered and bleeding for the rope to finally give. She ripped the sack off her head, feeling the relief of finally being able to breath in air that wasn't filtered through a bag that used to hold potatoes.

The hold of the boat was small, about the same size as a broom closet. A trap door was located on the far side of the hold. Dust fell as people walked over it. Y/n crawled over to it and pressed her ear to the old wood. She could hear muffled voices above her.

"We have to kill her. The Razorgulls know about her and so do the Dregs, we'll become a target if we don't."

"We keep her alive, I don't know why the boss wants her, but she does. Do you want to be back on the streets, out in the barrel by yourself? The girl lives!"

The Barrel. Y/n had been told about the barrel, where all the scum of Ketterdam lived, and stole, and scammed, and murdered. she had to get off this boat, now. Y/n banged on the trap door with her bloodied, hands. She knew one thing; she was not going to die on this boat.

The trap door creaked open. A large man's face appeared in the sky above her. Y/n moved to the back of the hold as the man stepped down into the belly of the boat. He brandished a pistol loosely in one hand.

"I can't kill you, but I don't think you need your toes to preform your small science." Y/n pulled her hands from behind her back and stopped the man's heart before he could pull the trigger. He hit the ground with a heavy thud.

"Eamon, you good down there?" Another man stepped into the hold, another man whose heart Y/n stopped. She waited, only the sound of the ocean filled her ears. Quietly she crept up onto the deck of the ship. Not a single soul waited for her there. It was uncommon for a ship to only have a crew of two men, but the boat was small, and the hold was the only part undercover. Y/n could see the bustling city of Ketterdam sprawled out in front of her. She grasped a hold of the wheel and attempted to turn the boat into the harbour, but Y/n had never sailed a boat before. In fact, she had never even been out of Ravka before now.

The boat was screaming toward the city at high speed and Y/n had no idea how to take down the sails. She could only think of one thing to do. She pushed her body toward the ground, onto the wood.

She felt the vibrations from the crash before she heard the sound. Large shuttering tremors that shook her body, causing pain to spread in bursts through her limbs. Y/n rolled over to see the damage. The whole front of the ship was destroyed, crumpled into the harbour. She could see the purple uniforms of the Sandwatch approaching the wreckage. She had to move, or risk being arrested and that would mean the all the gangs of the barrel knowing her position. She dragged her body toward the edge of the boat, splinters of wood getting caught in her dress as she did so.

Y/n stared down into the deep blue depths of the ocean for a moment, before hoisting herself over the edge. The water hit her like a slab of concrete, making her already aching body cry with pain. The water was like ice against her skin compared to the warm humidity of the air. The sun was beginning to set, Y/n needed to get to land so that she didn't freeze to death. She began to head toward the nearest dock.

Y/n scrambled up onto the road the ran next to the water. She was in the lid, a dangerous place to be for anyone, especially a Grisha from Ravka wanted by a few of the numerous gangs in Ketterdam. She knew she had to get out of the lid so she began to walk, wet and cold toward the centre of the city, towards what she didn't know was exactly the worst place for her to be.

Y/n stumbled gratefully through the doors of the gambling house, her eyes stinging from the light that shone on her face, in contrast to the blackness of the night outside. The room was packed with people, filling every chair, and occupying every table. She started toward the bar, into the masses. She could feel the hot breath of the customers on her neck. She choked on the salt from the harbour outside as it scratched at her throat. The air seemed to be crashing in on Y/n, making her clothes stick to her skin like leaches sucking the blood from her veins. The colours around her began to blur together, the world began to tilt. Suddenly pain shot through her head followed by a mellow darkness.  

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Yes I know that The bastard of the barrel has not yet appeared but he will be in the next chapter I promise. anyways please comment I love to hear your feedback!