maroon | sylus x reader

01 ; lock me up and throw away the key

“Boss, I've acquired the target”

Within a dark, confined space, seemingly a vehicle rocking back and forth as it drives through the rough roads, you awoke with a throbbing headache. However, you couldn't open your mouth due to a sticky feeling on top of your lips. Due to the headache, you couldn't remember most of the events that led to this situation.

But because of the auction going a little bit.. too well, someone within the participants of the auction had their eyes on you.

“Yes, yes. I'm already in the meeting place”

The perpetrator left the vehicle, leaving you alone lying on the backseat of the car. Surprisingly, the silhouette of the abductor went as far as not being seen in the car's window. He must've thought that you were still unconscious, sensing as if there was no movement whatsoever from you.

Heart racing, your hunter watch popped out and displayed how your heartbeat is dangerously fast. You could contact some help from Xavier, Tara or any of your co-workers but your hands are also tied behind you.

Rapid footsteps were nearing the car, it must've been the perpetrator returning. You pretended to be asleep, as to not blow your cover. Even if you're a seasoned hunter, there is no guarantee you're getting out of your situation alive. There is no way of knowing the intentions of the people residing within the N109 zone too, so you best be careful in this mission. Everything must be carefully decided unless you have a death wish.

The door near your head opened, making you flinch a little bit.

“You awake?” upon hearing the man's voice, you deduced that his age is maybe in his mid to late twenties. “You must be very special to get attention from the boss. From the looks of it, you're just a normal, spoiled brat to me”

He grabbed you by the collar from your back. This made the front part of your neck push against the collar button, making you choke. With a swift moment, he drags your body and throws you on the ground.

The soil brushes against your cheeks, you let a cough out but it sounded muffled due to the tape that is on your lips.

“Now you're awake.”

The man flips you around so you could face the night sky, he puts his foot on your chest and points a pistol at your head, this gives you a heavy feeling of dread seeing how powerless you are in this situation. You would've used your evol to break free and give yourself some justice, if only you didn't feel weak from the chloroform earlier. To irk you even more, the man was pushing his boots on your chest with the dirt on the sole of the shoes staining your work uniform. However, it did not stop you from glaring at his direction.

He bends down, causing you to lose more air supply from before. A stinging feeling was felt on the lower half of your face when he swiftly removed the tape.

“How about I harvest the protocore that's within your heart?” He pushes the pistol on your forehead, “That way, there's less cleanup to do since we're already in the cemetery.”

He's right.

The man took you in the middle of a cemetery with no one to witness your death but him. No matter how much you scream for help, no one will hear it. Just the screeching of ravens and still tombstones on the soil.

“You're the silent type aren't you, any last words?”

Your breathing hitched, any words that you wanted to say were stuck in the back of your throat. Incoherent sounds only escaped your lips that pissed the perpetrator more. You were afraid that within a minute, your life would fall into his hands.