One Person Can Change Everything (Elisabeth x Male Reader)

Columbia: Chapter 03: Blood, skyhooks, and birds

I was always fearful of police. Whether it was the fact that they had so much authority it wasn't even funny, or that they had a weapon on them at all times, they still made me a little uneasy. Don't get me wrong I admire what they do! It's just they're so damn intimidating.

And right now I'm being intimidated by the weird looking hook thing that's getting dangerously closer and closer to my face.

SWEET JESUS! I'm gonna die! That hook thing kept getting closer to my face, it looked like it could rip my skull into pieces. My arms where being held in place, but my legs where free.

Just as the man retracted his arm back to ram the hook into my face, I drew back my leg and kicked him in the gut, making him lose his grip on my arm. With my hand free, I reacted quickly and grabbed the other guy who was holding me and threw him onto his partner.

I didn't know the hook was still going.

People screamed as the hook came into contact with the man's chest, digging into his flesh and coming out on his back. I was drenched in blood. Wiping the blood out my eyes, I saw that the guy with the hook thing was trying to get his dead partner off him.

I had science class and I've cut open frogs, I've even gutted animals when I went hunting. But this was so... god, it was so more real than that.

That man had a family, he had a mother just like I did, and he'll never see her again. And it was my fault. I felt my stomach contents rush up my throat and I let it out onto the grass. It wasn't the worst mess on the ground.

The other officer finally managed to push his friend off of himself, he ran away towards monument island. I looked down at the corpse, this is my fault.

The man at the lighthouse I ruled out as someone else pulling the trigger, but this was clear as day, I killed this man. And the worst part, I didn't entirely regret it.

I knew that it was a horrible thing, but the man was holding me down while his friend was about to tear my head off! It was self-defense at best. Besides, the guys where all for letting to people get base balled to death, not much sympathy for those kind of guys.

I can assume the other officer went to get reinforcements. I've been in a few fights before, not enough to get in trouble, but I wasn't going to be able to fight with just my bare hands. Looking over to the fallen policeman, the hook was still in the man's chest.

Giving it a good yank, it came out of the man's body with thankfully no organs on the hooks. Slipping the tool into place, I found out it was a skyhook, when I pulled on the trigger the hooks on the end spun. Of course I have the chainsaw of Columbia. At least it's not to loud.

"There he is!" I turned to see that the Calvary had arrived, but it wasn't on my side. "Kill the False Shepard! Kill him in the name of the Prophet!" one shouted as they charged, clubs at the ready.

The first man swung his club at my head, I easily sidestepped him and rammed the skyhook into his cheek and spun the hooks. His head came clean off, his friends still didn't waver as they attacked.

I began to use my skyhook more like a bat, had more damage than those billy clubs on account of the sharp hooks.

After the others lay dead I couldn't help but feel a sense of... accomplishment. I mean I felt sick beyond belief, but I survived trying to be killed, and I'm grateful for that.

That was before a bullet hit me in the leg.

I let out a cry as I fell to the ground. Looking up I saw that I missed one of the police and he was pulling the trigger and hoping he'd hit me again. I scrambled towards a ticket booth for cover, ignoring the pain in my leg. When I was safely behind cover, I looked at my leg to see that the bullet simply grazed my knee.