The Warriors - Swan X Reader | Love Is A Fire (Sequel)

Swan X Reader - Part 15 (New Colours)

Back Over To You And The Rouges

You had been driven back to your old gang hideout in Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen. You were of course, unconscious from the glass bottle being smashed over your head, but by the time you woke up, you knew where you were.

From the familiar surroundings, dim light and foody smell from downstairs, you knew you were back at The Rouges' hangout. When you gained consciousness, you were in pain, stiffness and pure dread. The wound near your eye had clotted up, but there were still little treacles of fresh blood seeping through and the dry blood was getting itchy. Then there was your questions. What was gonna happen to you? What did Luther want from you? Was this your end? Or was history gonna repeat itself?

As you woke up with a squint and sore head, your first sight was Luther sitting opposite you. He had finished snorting a line of flash as you'd just woke up, so you knew you were in for a treat now.

"Nice of you to join us again, Sleepy Head. You've been out for a few hours." Luther chuckled and dusted off the excess flash from his face. "I've been hit around the head twice within the same hour. What do you expect? Now what do you want?" You muttered and sat yourself up feeling sleepy. "Just a bit of fun! Loosen up, will ya'." Luther grinned and held his arms out in a dirty manner. "Haven't you had your fun already tonight? I saw what you did to Cyrus..." You confronted.

"I bet you blamed the shot on us too! T-that's why every gang in the city has been after us!" You explained your theory and crossed your brows in some form of tough gal act. "Haven't you become a smart little bitch? I taught you well. I bet you went packed too? Ohh, what am I saying? Of course, you did. You ain't that stupid... I bet the rest of your little Warrior friends were harmless though." Luther stood up from his seat, trying to intimidate you as he circled a tight pirimiatar of the room.

"Speaking of being packed?.. Where's that gun you shot at my guy back in the station?" Luther stopped in front of you desperately wanting to know if you were still armed. "You don't even know the names of your men." You raspberried your lips and puffed your cheeks out. "Where is it, you whore?!" Luther snatched you by the vest and forced you down to the ground "I don't have it, you psycho!.." You honestly answered trying to get up before Luther kicked you back down, standing on your chest and pointing his gun at your face.

"I-I must have dropped it in the station when you tackled me. Search m-me if you're so scared." You added and held your hands up since that was the sensible thing to do. "Take your colours off." Luther let you go from under his boot and demanded your vest off.

There was no pointing in fighting it or trying to fend yourself off from Luther now. You craved revenge and wanted to do despicable things to your ex for what he did to you in the past, but now wasn't the time. You were injured, exhausted and harmless. Luther had the upper hand and was guaranteed to win if you fought back. Doing what he wanted was the safest option, so you didn't let pride get in the way and you took your Warriors vest off.

Luther searched all of the vest pockets, inside and out, only finding a lighter, a packet of cheap cigarettes and some loose change. To your surprise, he didn't strip-search you. However, Luther knew that if you were hiding anything else in your trousers or inside your t-shirt, then it would have rolled out when he kicked you down. You were kicked with some heavy force too. Enough so it winded you and ran a strain up your head. Plus Luther had something more satisfying planned up his sleeves instead of drugging and raping you again.

"I'm gonna be honest with you, (Y-N). You just wanna be lucky that The Riffs caught your Warlord, instead of you... Black guy with the durag. What's his name? Cleon?" Luther lowered his weapon and threw your vest into a corner once he was done with it. "What?" You deeply inhaled and kneeled on the side of the sofa, holding your gut. "Yeah. You were right, I did blame the shot on you guys. I knew you'd show packed and I knew that if The Riffs caught you specifically, then it would be game over for you... Instead... They wasted Cleon. Beat his Brooklyn ass to death." Luther shrugged with his nasty smile and dominant body language that wounded you with the news of Cleon's confirmed death. "If you want me dead so badly then why don't you just do it already?" You stood up holding your upper abdomen fearing what Luther was truly planning. "I have something bettered planned for that." Luther stood up to your face and shoved your hand down so it couldn't support your pain.

"Who's that guy in the black wife beater Your new boy toy? Or are you passed around like the whore you are?" Luther snatched you by the throat and single-handedly threw you back down to the sofa like you were an object. "W-who, Ajax? No." You stuttered as you denied being Ajax's. "He sure a shit liked the looks of you when you decided to show off at The Bronx." Luther raised an eyebrow at you and leaned down to you laying out on the sofa. "So did most of your guys." You responded since you caught Luther's guys cheering at you flashing at the meeting. "You always were a show off with main character syndrome. Now tell me, who are you fucking?! You don't get love marks like that without fucking someone!" Luther growled raising his fist at you. "Swan! A guy named, Swan. He actually gives a damn about me... Unlike you." You flinched giving Luther the answer. "I did give a damn about you. I used to FUCKING adore you. I just don't put up with thieves." Luther snickered and flicked your forehead. "You're a hypocrite, you've stolen just as much as me." You said knowing that Luther also knew that was the truth.

Luther threw a backhand at the side of your face, slapping you in the jaw and catching your healing wound, causing it to bleed again. Your jaw wasn't in so much pain, but the wound near your eye was, it was throbbing and messy. It needed a proper cleaning and probably stitches. Sure that meant a hospital trip, but you didn't want to risk any infection near your vision.

"You NEVER gave a fuck about me, Luther!" You yelled and rolled over the back of the sofa to give yourself some distance from the man who was getting his rage up just like he did in the past.

You stood up with a wobble and at the opposite side of the sofa from Luther. That flash was getting into his system, giving him brain rage. Luther was a different man on that stuff, it changed him for the worse making him violent, aggressive and just pure evil. When Luther got like this when you were with him, you'd end up with scratches, punches, cuts or bruises on your body. With you now being clean from any flash or illegal drug, only now did you realize how fucked up it made a person. Sure guys like Cowboy and Snow did the stuff from time to time, but they never got a sudden change in behavior like this! How flash worked in Luther's body was spin chilling to you. You probably tolerated the fear easier back then because you were on it yourself, blocking out that emotion of fear. With you now being clean from it, it terrified you even more, you could clearly see the reality of the drug and you just wanted out of Luther's presence.

"Is that what they used to be like?" The new kid asked Cropsey since they were socializing amongst other Rouges in a separate room. "Worse, why do you think so many windows are smashed?" Cropsey answered and slipped his beer. "Because of her?" The kid asked. "Mainly, him. We should probably go separate them though, we've got a drive down to Coney in a few hours and I haven't slept in two days." Cropsey sighed and headed over to the separate room you and Luther were in.

You were avoiding Luther at every cost in the private room he had you locked in. It was just a small square room with a table, sofa and a few lights to interrogate people out of the way. Cropsey opened the door with the new blood and saw you and Luther circling the table. With you going left if he went right and you going right if he went left. It was like an exhausting chase of cat and mouse.

"Luther, it's four thirty in the morning. I haven't slept in days, cut it out, Man" Cropsey interrupted saving you from Luther capturing you. "That beer ain't gonna be helping." Luther pointed out. "Get Luther to knock you out with some drugs, he's good at doing that to women." You stupidly antagonised which earnt you another slap from Luther. "Come on, she's had enough for now. We can deal with her and the rest of them when they get off the train in a few hours." Cropsey explained knowing what Luther's plan was.

"Give me your hat." Luther sighed and held his hand out. "My hat?" Cropsey questioned. "Yes, the leather thing on your head. Give it to me." Luther demanded clicking his fingers. "New Blood, take your vest off." Luther demanded from the younger boy getting a concerned look from him.

Cropsey handed over his Rouges hat and the new blood gave in his Rouges vest. Cropsey thought like Luther when it came to his plans and he knew what Luther was planning. As for the New Blood, he was left confused, he didn't dare ask questions, he handed his vest over without a word and went with the flow.

"Put those on." Luther tossed your way as you caught the hat and vest. "I ain't your dress-up doll." You replied giving the clothing a disgusted look. "You'll be my fucking sex doll if you don't have them on by the time I get back!" Luther snapped and showered the New Blood and Cropsey out of the door by their shoulders.