My Number One (001/Henry Creel/Vecna x Reader)

Blood on My Hands

The man screeched as his guts were torn out from inside of him.

"RON!" the woman screeched, crouching over him, grasping at his face, frantically trying to keep him awake. He was still alive, but weakly crying. "Heal him!" the woman begged. "If you have the power to destroy everybody on this planet, surely you'd have some sort of power to heal! Please, I beg of you! I'd do anything for you, I'd live my life as a slave doing anything you ask! Surely you'd want a slave, right? So you wouldn't have to do everything yourself? I'd kill other people for you if we find any! I'd be your sex slave, anything!"

Henry laughed. "We wiped out the entire planet and you think we need you to help us out? And I don't want to have sex with you! How attractive do you think you are?"

I can't lie...my fanny fluttered at that point. He only wanted me. A lot of men would probably use his power to get however many women that wanted, and whichever women that wanted, to have sex with him. But Henry only thought about having sex with me. He had willingly killed every other woman off the planet without giving a thought to their level of attractiveness. That is the standard, ladies! I chose the right man. Well, he chose me, which is even better.

"No, please forgive me, I'm not saying that...I was just offering...anything, I'd do anything for you let him live...I'd give up my own life!" the woman begged.

"All right," said Henry, striding over to the pile of logs and branches beside our fire pit. He took a branch, and snapped it at an angle so that one end was very sharp. Then, he walked back over to the woman and handed the spear to her. "Kill yourself with this."

The woman's breath sped up, and she wailed out in fear. "Please don't do this to me!" she yelled between cries.

"You said you'd do anything for him," challenged Henry.

"But that doesn't mean I'll enjoy it. If there's another way, I'll take it. He won't want to live without me."

"So you're saying I should just have you both killed, then?"

"No! I'm asking you to let us both live!"

"Unfortunately, that's not an option."

I knew there was no point in begging Henry to stop, so I just stood there. He'd had millions of people killed—if he was going to have a revolutionary moment where he changed his mind and suddenly felt bad for his victims, it would've happened by now.

"No, just...let us go. We couldn't do any harm to you, even if we wanted to. You're too powerful."

"But that's no fun," said Henry.

"For you!"

"Exactly. And if you're not going to make it fun, then I'll have to. Twelve, come here," said Henry as he grasped my arm with his strong hand and pulled me close into him. He moved me in front of his bare chest, so he stood tall behind me. "Sally, stay on the floor," he commanded.

Henry reached both of his hands around me to our front, placed the spear in my hand, and put his hand around mine so we were both holding it. He guided the long spear so it reached down to the woman's body, and, still clasping my hand around the end of the spear, began to pierce the woman's skin lightly at her neck.

I glanced away from the scene, trying to ignore what was going on in front of me by looking at the sand, but with Henry's other hand, he reached up and moved my face to the direction of the woman again. I whimpered; I didn't enjoy this. Henry pushed the spear in further, murmured in my ear, "Just enjoy it...watch the blood seep from her veins." I whimpered again. "Shh," he said, wrapping his free arm around my neck and pulling me in closer to his chest.

"Kill him," croaked the woman in a weak voice as blood pumped from the pierce in her neck. "You don't want this. Kill him and let us live."

I didn't want this. I didn't want to see people dying, and worse, be the one holding the weapon...but I wanted Henry. There was no way I could ever kill him. He excited me; I liked the danger...and I loved him.

"No," I said.

"You're weak," croaked the woman. "You're letting a man control you, control everyone."

Suddenly, anger surged within me. How dare she call me weak? "I'm weak? You're the one dying on the floor with a slice in your neck! Let's see who's weak now," I snapped, before stabbing the spear in deep, with all my strength. The woman fell limp, and all expression faded from her face.

After a second of shocked silence, I began to breathe deeply. I couldn't believe what I'd done.

"I'm proud of you," Henry murmured, now taking the spear for himself and walking round to the front of me. He glanced at my traumatised expression, and then placed his large hands on either side of my face, facing it up to look him in the eyes. "What is wrong?"

"I...I killed someone."

"So have I."

"But...that's you. That's different. I killed her be-because of a comment she made. I can never forgive myself," I stuttered, tears filling my eyes.

"Twelve," Henry said, stroking one side of my face gently. "Think of how many people I've killed and yet you still love me. What difference is this one woman to the whole world?"

"But Henry..." I said, tears now spilling from my eyes.

Upon seeing me cry, Henry instantly took me into his arms and held me up while I cried into his chest.

After a couple of minutes went by, and my sobs had slowed down, a grunt came from the floor behind us. I peered behind me, and Henry glanced above my head. It was the man who was still alive but bleeding out.

Henry gently released me from him, walked over to the man, and sent the spear piercing straight through the man's neck.

"See? It's nothing," said Henry.