Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 80-The Wraith

Warnings: description of blood, death etc, throwing up.

57 days after his death

I woke up drowning myself in a bathtub.

I surged upwards, breaking the surface and greedily gasping air into my starved lungs. My head throbbed with stabbing pain that made me want to lay back down and drown myself. I looked away and reached up to touch my head. My hand felt sticky with something. I moved my hand away and in the minimal light I noticed it dark with blood.

Not again.

On top of the lovely realisation that I had gone on a murderous rampage, I was in the same apartment I had been in with Nik several months prior.

"What is your problem?" I demanded, getting to work scrubbing the blood from my hair in the already filthy water. "You think this is funny?"

The Wraith appeared as an illusion sitting on the edge of the tub. "I think it's hilarious."

"How long were we gone this time?"

"Only nine days," the Wraith answered, inspecting her fingernails which didn't exist because she was an illusion. "On the bright side, dearest Élliot will be all over you for the next few days."

I shoved my head back under the water.

Somehow all my clothes were gone except for a black shirt and similarly coloured pants, which were stiff with blood.

"I'm sure darling Élliot will appreciate it if you walk in naked," the Wraith taunted, watching me dump the clothes into the filthy water.

I contemplated drowning myself for the thirty-seventh time.

I dressed in the soaking wet clothes dripping bloody water onto the tiles and headed out of the bathroom. The rest of the apartment was exactly how I had left it, except this time there was a man in it.

"Oh, hello," I said, feeling like a deer in headlights.

The Crank gestured to the letter on the table, which I immediately picked up to read.

Y/n,

Denver is falling. I beg you to help us. We need you. I need you.

I know a way to give you more time.

Come to me.

Please.

The High King of Denver.

I tossed it into the void as I did with most things I couldn't be bothered to dispose of.

"My answer is no," I said and left.

The guards at the gate raised their guns when I approached.

"It's Y/n Y/l/n," I said, lighting my hand with a ball of lightning so they could see my face.

The gate was opened and several strange looks were dished out when they noticed how soaked I was. Luckily it was the middle of the night, barely anyone was up as I opened the front door and headed inside.

Barely anyone unfortunately included Bella.

She had a cup of tea in her hand, frozen halfway to her lips as she stared at me.

"Morning," I drawled.

Her eyes dropped to the floor where another droplet fell. "Are you hurt?"

I glanced at it. "Oh, that? It's...cordial?"

Damn it, my terrible lie failed to convince her.

"Alright, it's wine," I lied and failed again.

"Who's..."