Shadowed Prelude: A Fateful Encounter [Phantom Troupe x Reader]

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 10

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Shit. I'm fucked. So very fucked.

Those were the first words that ran through my head. Normally I wouldn't be cussing or losing my cool, but I think I've lost it. Being on the run drained me, as my words started sounding more rough and more uncivilised, unlike a prim proper woman raised by the city goers. But I could pretend. Place on a mask of passive compliance, and allow for anything they want to happen to me follow through. Now the only question that remains is: what is going to happen to me?

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I glanced around apprehensively, there centred in the middle of the group of seven individuals was an ethereal man. The most notable thing on the man, aside from his fairly obvious orb-shaped earrings and bandana, were his steel-grey eyes. They seemed to pierce through my body and through my mind, almost luring me in with his angelic appearance. I quickly jolted myself out of it, setting my eyes on a woman this time.

My first thought was that she was severely out of place. She looked so innocent. So unfit for the environment circling and bubbling around the eight of us. Round magenta doe eyes framed with black rimmed glasses started back at me passively, in faint curiosity that was overpowered by a haze of drowsiness. Before I called out for her to help me, I noticed her torn shirt, with a large twelve-legged spider tattoo etched onto it. She was one of them. There was no point in asking her for assistance, most likely it would spur on the anger and attacks of the other members who were all staring at me hungrily. One of the marks on my body hummed.

Unwilling to look at the seemingly innocent girl, I switched gazes, and my orbs connected with another man. A tall and beautiful man, with long black locks, and wide black eyes stared greedily over me. The eyes raked over my figure and I shivered. Most likely, if not, a Manipulator. Those eyes chilled me to the bone, and the way the man's face masked all emotions clued me into his possible occupation aside from being a member of the Troupe. An assassin? Or a soulmate bounty hunter? One or the other, since no one else I knew possessed such a dull expression, ready to kill whoever for some quick cash.

As if the patience was snipped with a pair of scissors, three men started to circle around me. None of them which I knew or observed just before this game of cat and mouse. The three men's aura wrapped dangerously around me, and they creeped in closer and closer as they took more steps forwards.

"Hey you there, are you the woman called 'Y/N L/N' that boss has been wanting us to hunt down?" the man with the uniquely designed sweater demanded rather than asked.

A beat of silence hit the air, as I was hesitating whether to answer the question or not.

"And if I say I am? What are you going to do?" I asked back. This seemed to trigger the other male in black attire.

After those words left my mouth, I found myself pinned to the jagged rock, my ribs and legs digging into its sharp edges uncomfortably. I gritted my teeth and bit my lips hard to will myself not to yell out in pain. Unacceptable. What have I ever done to them? Annoyed, I tried to fight back against the small male. Thinking it would be easy to get out of this man's hold I aimed a kick at his throat and his leg, which were forcibly holding me down effortlessly.

That just gave a chance for the man to twist my leg and a bone cracked from the pressure he was holding it at.

'FUCK. SHIT SHIT SHIT, That hurt a crap ton. What the fuck?!!' rang through internally, while externally I yelped ungraciously outwardly.