As you finished your cigarette you saw him. You saw your crazy ex, Luther heading your way. Your eyes went wide at his casual stride. Luther wasn't in any hurry or charging you down. Just steadily walking in the middle of the street that way lit by the street lights with two heavy Rouges by his side, making him look minuscule. You knew what Luther was doing, he was using an old predator tactic on you; trying to get as close as possible to you in a calm manner, so when you made a run for it, he wouldn't have as far to run to catch up to you. He wanted you to see him and you did, you put your smoke out on the brick wall behind you and headed back inside.
That was then your call to head back into the station and make a run for it.
"Get her!" Luther pointed and yelled and started running behind you with his men.
As you sharply entered the station and jumped the turnstile, you went wherever your legs took you. You didn't have time to read the signs around the station to find the correct platform, you just had to go and hope you found your Warriors or caught the train back to Coney before they caught you.
You turned a sharp corner in the station and kept your back to the wall to catch your breath for a second and think about what you should do. Keep running and hope you lose them? Or try taking on The Rouges and hope that The Warriors will show up to help?
"Fuck, where'd she go?" A Rouge asked as you were no longer in sight. "Around there." Luther clicked his fingers and made his gun much easier to access if needed.
"Hey, (Y-N)?! Why don't you come out? Quite hiding like a little bitch." Luther laughed and mocked hearing that you hadn't left the area. "G-get fucked, Luther!" You called back and pulled the hammer back on your gun. "That ain't nice. I just wanna talk." Luther commented back and took a few slow steps your way. "JUST wanna talk? You chased Ajax and I through the 96th Street Station! You tried killing us! Do you FUCK just wanna talk?!" You peeked around the corner and took three shots in The Rouges' direction.
Your first shot completely missed and cracked a tile collum that was nowhere near any of the three Rouges. Your second one was a couple of inches away from hitting one of the heavier guys. Then your third shot didn't miss. The third bullet took down a Rouge as the shot went through his stomach, giving out an excruciating scream of pain.
"AHH FUCK!" One of The Rouges screamed as he collapsed to the ground holding his stomach. "Joey! Are you ok?" The other Rouge kneeled to his comrade to see if he'd pull through.
A few seconds later Luther sprinted around the corner and fired his shot that missed you by a few inches. You continued running through the station and got caught by a harsh grip and a tackle.
Luther tackled you to the ground and sat on top of you so your lower body movement was reduced by his weight. Luther held his gun by the barrel and slapped you across the face with the grip of his gun, cutting the side of your eye open.
"GOTCHA! Stop resisting! I'll blow your fucking whore ass brain out!" Luther screamed holding the gun up to your head. "ALRIGHT! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, LUTHER!?" You cried out and stopped struggling with the metal pressing your temple. "Stand up and shut up! Think of any funny bullshit and I WILL, kill you right now." Luther picked you up by your shirt and got you stumbling through the station, back where you came from.
Luther led you back to his two Rouges, one of which was laid out on the ground barely moving with the other applying pressure to hopefully save him.
"Dennis, leave a mark on that wall and let's go. We got what we came for." Luther ordered he held your arms behind your back with a gun also up to your neck. "What about Joey? He needs serious help, Man." Dennis stood up holding a can of yellow spray paint with his arms out. "He's as good as dead. Now come on!" Luther hurried his Rouge along seeming unphased about being a man down.
"You're a monster. I heard about you leaving Tommy and Patches behind at the Riverside Blackout. Those Furies smashed their skulls, in you you?" You turned your head back to the now lifeless man on the ground who was holding his stomach as he died. "I'm the monster?! No, no, no, I managed to escape is what I did. You're the monster because YOU killed him, Sweetheart! What you don't realize, (Y-N) is that you're just like me." Luther evilly grinned and made you face him with direct eye contact. "I-I'm nothing like you!" You spat and tried to take a step back by pushing Luther away. "You know what? You're right, you're nothing like me... You're worse." Luther laughed in your face with his gun still facing you. "F-fuck you." You stuttered and went for Luther before Dennis snatched you by the shoulders and picked you up over his shoulder with ease. "Tell me, (Y-N)... How many people have you killed tonight?" Luther winded you up as you tried struggling over Dennis' shoulder.
You didn't respond to Luther's antagonism, you glared at him and just took the mockery. There was nothing you could do now besides waiting to see how your fate would play out.
"Well, I'll be damned... They got her." Cropsey noticed out of the car window and got the other Rouges looking out. "Where's Joey?" One Rouge asked. "And what's Warlord's obsession with this chick? We chased her and some other guys through The 96th Street Station and he demanded her alive." A new kid asked the lieutenant. "Yeah, there's plenty of hotties back in Manhatten, why does he want this Brooklyn ass bitch?" Another new guy asked. "(Y-N) and Luther go back a long way. I'll give you new blood a quick explanation before he comes back screaming, but you wouldn't believe that those two used to be a thing." Cropsey spoke and got the hearse's engine up and running.
"So (Y-N) used to be a Rouge. A very valuable lieutenant and she was really close to Luther. They both came as a nasty duo and together they were brutal and ruthless. The most violent, reckless and aggressive people I have even ran with. He didn't treat her the best and she stole some money from him. I have no idea what made their relationship go upside down in the beginning, but one day (Y-N) took loads of flash and left almost overdosing out of Hell's Kitchen one night. She pointed fingers at Luther for raping and drugging her, but no one truly knows what happened." Cropsey roughly explained what was left of the fuzzy memory. "What the fuck?" One of the new guys asked in disgust. "Fucked up, right?" Cropsey rhetorically asked as he looked in the mirror.
"What do you think happened?" The other new guy asked. "I have no idea, it happened so long ago. They're as bad as each other in my opinion. They could argue for hours and be at each other throats when they were together, so it's hard to tell. (Y-N) used to be a proper coked up addict and I wouldn't put it past Luther to commit to something like that. All I know, is that he REALLY hates her guts now." Cropsey answered to the best of his ability since he was stuck in the middle.
"Put her in the back. Make sure she's directly sat behind me. I ain't letting her tuck 'n' roll out." Luther opened the back door to the hearse and got his men to make room for you so you sat behind his passenger seat. "The fuck are you gonna do with me? Kill me? Drug and rape me again?" You growled and balanced your seat in the uncomfortable vehicle. "Nar... Maybe later." Luther comedically shrugged and put a fresh cigarette in his mouth.
A few of the Rouges lightly chuckled at their boss's disgusting reply and Cropsey got the car moving again.
"I'd rather the overdose kill me this time." You muttered. "Will someone shut her up?!" Luther rolled his eyes and turned around to his men.
After that your world went black, one of The Rouges that sat opposite you smashed a glass beer bottle over your head and you went out cold in seconds.
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The Warriors - Swan X Reader | Love Is A Fire (Sequel)
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