Butterflies ♡《Sigma X reader》

Eleven

  You sat silently on your bed, legs crossed and arms folded limply in your lap. The windows in your hotel room stayed covered by the curtains. You hated heights. They made you sick to the stomach. By leaving the curtains closed, that would mean that you wouldn't have to curl up on your bed with an upset stomach each time you passed the window. Yes, the view of the cloudy sky was beautiful. But it wasn't worth the stomach ache.
      As time passed by, you found yourself getting bored. Slowly, you forced yourself to stand. Quickly, you got dressed. You slipped on a black tank top and a black jacket over that. Then you pulled on some black dress pants and black flats. You left your hair back in the original hair style from your dinner with Sigma but added a flower pin to your hair. You left your room, throwing your bag over your shoulder. Slowly, you made your way down the hallway and toward god knows what. As you continued, you passed a room with large fancy doors. Immediately, you paused before the large room, examining it curiously.

    "This must be Sigma's office," You mumbled, walking closer to the door. You placed your hands against the hard wood. You leaned forward, placing your ear to the door. There was silence on the other side. You sighed, about to step away when a muffled voice could be heard. You immediately recognized the voice to be Sigma's. Your heart fluttered as you debated on knocking or just staying where you were. Your decision was soon made for you as you managed to make out Sigma's words.

    "It's all going according to plan" Sigma said, his tone different from when he was with you. It was low, almost a whisper, and filled with nervousness. It sounded like he was unsure of something, but you couldn't tell what.

    "Good" You jumped in surprise, your eyes widening as another voice you had heard once before filled the other room. You closed your eyes as you ran through your memories, trying to place the voice with a face. The breath caught in your throat as you finally realized who the voice belonged to.

    "Fyodor Dostoevsky?!" You covered your mouth with your hand, sweat starting to form on your forehead. Sigma was working with Fyodor, that meant that Sigma was part of the terrorist group called the Decay Of Angels. You shook your head, trying to listen in more.

    "Is everything in place?" The Russian asked, his voice low. It was obvious that he wasn't actually there, his voice sounded scratchy, like he was speaking to Sigma through a screen. Good. That meant Fyodor wasn't actually here at the Sky Casino. You stepped back away from the door, your eyes still wide with horror.

     "Ma'am, you can't be here. This is a restricted area. I'll need to bring you in for questioning -" You immediately whipped around, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt.

   "Who do you work for? And don't lie to me. Otherwise, you'd be lying to a member of the Special Operations Division. Do you understand?" You asked, forcing back the whimper in your voice. The man's eyes widened as you showed him your badge. He quickly shook his head.

   "I- I just work as a guard for the Casino! I swear!" He pleaded. Your eyebrows furrowed at his answer, knowing that something wasn't right.

    "Ability: Specticals Of The Mind" The outline of your body glowed a light blue as you used your ability to lift the man into the air, off of his feet.

    "Are you lying to me?" You asked, forcing a stern tone into your voice. The man shook his head anxiously, sweat slipping down his forehead.

    "No! I'm telling the truth, I swear!" He cried, raising his head toward the ceiling.

     "Fine then, but what do you know that you're not telling me?" The man froze, his gaze slowly meeting yours.

     "T- There's word that terrorists are going to attack the Casino - and everyone's supposed to be armed just in case we're attacked- but that's all I know! I swear!" You bit down on your lip hard, drawing blood. Little did this guard know that the terrorists he was waiting for, were already there.

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This was a little longer- it was supposed to be longer but I need to fit this part into about three parts 😅 also know that Fyodor is in prison and can't physically communicate with Sigma but- Idk so lmao I didn't know how to write it another way.