Josh Washington X Fem!Reader One-Shots

My Murderer

Description: You are at a party, where someone — who you thought could do no wrong — shows you their true colors.

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Reader Is In Serious Danger. (Extra Warning: This may be triggering for some people.)

Word Count: 1k

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When I first saw that face, never would I have thought that he would be the man to attempt to seal my fate — never would I have thought that he would lure me into his web of lies and prey upon me like a spider hunting a butterfly. He was so patient — so calm; he knew exactly what he was doing.

But I wouldn't have changed a thing, nonetheless.

Eyes with a twinkle that would pull you into a trance at first glance, a smile as warm as the morning sun and as inviting as a hot cup of coco on a cold winter's day; it was so hard to resist.

We had first met a couple of weeks ago, but the last time he approached me was at a party that was thrown at my friend's house. It was so hard to hear over the loud music and the people chatting away, so he suggested that we go to a bedroom to talk in private. It was an obvious trap — I know — but there was just something about him that made me trust every word he said.

I followed him up the stairs and to the bedroom, like a lost soul following the reaper after death. Once the door shut and locked behind us, something shifted in his once bright eyes. They grew dark with an evil that was unexplainable. I felt my heart stammer so hard against my chest that it felt as if it was trying to break through my ribcage to escape. But there was no escape.

Or so I thought.

He pulled out a pocket knife as a crooked grin grew on his once pleasant face, distorting his beautiful features and showing his true form; the devil always hides behind beauty to trick you into succumbing to your fate — a fate that is unfair under a righteous eye.

He approached me and I backed up until the wall behind me blocked my way. He spoke the words, "I'll make it painless." but the words were blocked out by the sound of my beating heart ringing in my ears.

I knew who he really was. I heard about him on the news — how he would lure people into his traps and stab them in their hearts, just to see how far the blood would splatter. He was a ruthless killer and nothing more — not the man I thought him to be.

He came within a foot of me and gently placed his palm against my trembling lips, silencing my quiet cries. I felt his breath — which was tainted by the putrid smell of alcohol — fan my face as he leaned closer, trapping me between the wall and his form. He drew the hand that held the knife back, getting ready to strike. So I closed my eyes, and prayed that somebody — anybody would find me. Or if not, that it would be quick — that I would be spared from a slow and painful death.

But just as I expected to feel the cold sting of metal cutting through my flesh and the warmth of my blood flowing down my torso, the bedroom door flung open. My eyes shot open and he turned around with a shocked expression upon his demented face.

Josh stood in the doorway with a key within his grip. I was surprised that he knew — that he knew I needed him. It was as if my prayers had been answered. The look of shock quickly faded away from his face as it was replaced with pure rage. In a matter of seconds, Josh slammed the door behind him and approached the man at a speed that seemed supernatural. Before I knew it, Josh had the man by the throat, pinning him to the bed while growling every nasty threat that came to his mind as he squeezed the life out of him.

The man still put up a good fight, and I could tell that Josh was struggling a bit to hold him down. It was when he gestured down to the floor where the knife now laid, that I got the idea he was conjuring.

I grabbed the knife and didn't hesitate to plunge it into the heart of the man. He gasped for breaths as he clawed at Josh, desperate to get away and seek the help that all of his victims once prayed for — much like I did moments ago.

It felt so good — so satisfying to stab him with his own knife, like killing a knight with his own sword. I smiled down at him as blood leaked from his mouth. He was dying, but slowly; just like his victims.

My eyes then met with Josh's. His calming green orbs focused on mine for a moment. It was as if he was speaking to me with them, telling me how sorry he was that I had to experience such a thing — telling me that he would take this little secret to the grave and protect me with every fiber of his being.

He made me feel safe.

"Go," he spoke calmly, letting go of the weakened man beneath him and bringing his bloodied hand to my cheek. He caressed my skin so gently that I could have cried. "I'll deal with this."

A warm smile formed on his soft lips as he gazed into my eyes while his thumb traced the skin of my cheek. I returned the smile and pulled away before walking over to the mirror and grabbing a few tissues to wipe the blood from my face and hands.

I walked to the door, placing a hand on the knob and then looking back to smile at Josh one last time, before exiting the room and shutting the door behind me.

The screams of the man were blocked out by the loud music. I couldn't help but smile, hearing the muffled cries and knowing that there would be no one to answer — no mercy given to this soul that would be bound to hell.

And then I heard a loud snap — most likely the sound of his neck breaking. I figured it was since there was no more noise after that.

As I walked away, the image of Josh's sweet smile was engraved within my mind. My heart felt so full and protected, knowing that he was there to protect me and willing to even kill for me. Was this just another trap — just another spider hunting its prey? Maybe.

I guess I just have a thing for danger...

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