Midnight River

Paternal

Gemma's POV
Song inspo- listen before I go by Billie eillish

I'd been right behind him, the image if his back with all his gear was still burned into my mind. Just a few inches closer and I would have been able to reach out and grab him but then someone came from behind me, no sound as a warning.

A rag pressed over my mouth and everything went dark.

It was the last thing I remembered before waking up in a dimly lit room that smelled of bleach and dirt.

It was some kind of basement, or bunker, something underground with cobwebs in the corner but still smelled like the cement floors had recently been cleaned despite that you could still see the dark red brown blood that soaked into them, out of reach for the bleach.

My vision was blurry for a bit when I did manage to open my eyes. I was strapped to a chair, loosely - something I could easily get out of once I woke up more and put some effort into it. In front of me was a cheap metal table, gouges and dents scattered across the top.

From the ceiling a single light hung. It was probably supposed to be a warm white but from its age it appeared more yellow. Every now and then footsteps from above would cause it to rock gently back and forth.

Eventually the reality set in as my consciousness returned in full. How long had I been out? Where was John? My mind filled with all the possibilities. If he was okay, and what he did after he realized I was gone.

It only took a little wiggling of my wrists to pull them out of the rope that bound them to the chair and once they were free I bent down to see that my legs hadn't even been bothered with.

Some of my gear had been removed but sat by the door, and even a few knives were still on me.

I was confused but didn't let it distract me from moving to the door, readying to escape.

It was locked from the outside. It was probably the most modern thing in the room, thick metal and a small glass window in the middle, but the kind you'd find in schools, nearly unbreakable.

I still had to try. I wouldn't bother with the glass, nor bother being quiet. I lifted my leg up, kicking at the door. It didn't budge but I wasn't going to stop until it did.

My leg started to ache before anyone came to check on me. I knew they heard me because when I first started kicking the footsteps paused. From what I could hear it was only one set, but I also didn't know what time it was. Maybe the rest were sleeping, maybe it was just one on guard.

Still, I couldn't be sure why they would have left me armed. My guns were missing, I found that out as I moved to search my gear as the footsteps moved closer.

I wasn't as good with a knife, wasn't as trained for it as I was with my rifle but I could make do, I had to.

I moved to the wall when the footsteps stopped outside of the door, not needing to know my captor through the window. I wanted to be able to end his life before I saw his face. I was starting to sound like Senna, but her training was kicking in. My instinct was taking over.

The door opened inward and when a man stepped through I pushed myself off the wall and made my move.

No use.

He easily stopped me, his hand moving to my throat as he slammed me against the cement wall.

Stars and darkness dotted my vision but it wasn't the pain that took my breath away, it was the face in front of me.

He'd aged but I'd know that face anywhere. His hair was no longer the same shade of mine, salted with white strands more than dark. He had more wrinkles and lines but the goatee was the same shape. Where my one eye was a light blue like my mother's, the other matched the deep brown eyes of my father. And these were his eyes staring back at me.

"Dad?"

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I know they're short. And I know I lied, but I'm back hahaha. I've gotten a bunch of muse recently.

Don't forget to check out my newest story featuring König and a new female lead. I just posted the second chapter the other day 💜💜