Beneath the Surface [Yandere Creature x Reader]

Chapter 13 - Medical Restraint

A week had passed since my encounter in the cavern, and I found myself confined to bed rest in the makeshift clinic. The team had collectively decided that I must have hit my head during the fall, dismissing my account of the creature as nothing more than a vivid hallucination.

Despite my protests, I was kept under close observation, my leg in a cast and my mind in a constant state of frustration.

Mateo, our translator, had become a constant presence at my bedside. His protective behavior, while comforting at first, had started to feel almost suffocating. He hovered nearby, his eyes darting suspiciously at anyone who approached, and he spoke to me in hushed tones about the secrets of the island.

But whenever I pressed for more details about his own experiences, he would grow evasive, promising to reveal everything "when the time was right."

Is he really trying to help, or is there something else going on?

The days blurred together, filled with the distant sounds of the team packing up equipment and preparing to leave the island. I felt a mix of relief and disappointment – relief that we were finally going home, but disappointment that I hadn't uncovered the truth behind the strange occurrences.

On the seventh day, I heard a commotion outside the clinic tent. Voices raised in excitement, the sound of a helicopter approaching. My heart leapt with hope.

Finally, a way off this island.

Dr. Sullivan entered the tent, followed by a man I recognized as the head of our research organization. My boss had finally come to see me.

"Oh, finally we can leave," I said, looking at the flurry of activity outside as things were being wrapped up and loaded onto the helicopter.

But something was off. My boss's expression wasn't one of concern or relief. Instead, he wore a cold, calculating smile that sent a chill down my spine.

"Oh no," he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "You're part of something much bigger."

The air in the tent seemed to grow thick with tension. Dr. Sullivan looked confused, but Mateo... Mateo's face had gone pale, his eyes wide with what looked like recognition and fear.

My boss continued, his tone changing to one of triumph. "You see, this whole expedition was never about archaeological discovery. It was all a trap."

A trap?

What is he talking about?

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He laughed, a sound devoid of warmth. "We've been searching for this island for decades. It's not just some uncharted piece of land – it's a nexus of power, a place where the barriers between worlds are thin. And you, my dear, have proven to be the perfect bait."

Dr. Sullivan stepped forward, his face a mask of shock and anger. "What are you talking about? This is a scientific expedition!"

"Oh, it was," my boss replied. "For most of you. But for a select few of us, it was always about something more. The creature you encountered, Y/N – it's real. And it's exactly what we've been looking for."

I felt the blood drain from my face. "You... you knew about the creature?"

He nodded, his smile growing wider. "We knew there was something here. Something ancient and powerful. But we needed someone pure, someone whose curiosity and passion would draw it out. And you played your part beautifully."

Mateo suddenly sprang into action, placing himself between me and my boss. "You can't do this," he said, his voice shaking. "You don't understand the forces you're dealing with!"

My boss's eyes narrowed. "Ah, Mateo. I wondered when you'd show your true colors. Did you really think we didn't know about your... connection to this place?"

Mateo?

What's going on?

Before anyone could react, there was a sudden commotion outside. The sound of shouting, then gunfire. Dr. Sullivan rushed to the tent flap, only to be roughly shoved aside as armed men in black tactical gear stormed in.

"Secure the asset," my boss commanded, pointing at me.

As the men approached my bed, I felt a surge of panic. This couldn't be happening. It had to be another nightmare, another hallucination.

But as rough hands grabbed me, as I heard the shouts of my teammates being subdued outside, I knew this was all too real. The expedition, my research, my passion – it had all been manipulated, used as part of some grand, sinister plan.

And somewhere, in the depths of the island, I sensed a stirring. The creature – whatever it was – was awakening. And I had unwittingly played a part in unleashing it.

As I was carried out of the tent, my eyes met Mateo's. In that moment, I saw a mix of guilt, fear, and determination in his gaze. Whatever secrets he held, whatever role he played in all this, I realized that he might be my only ally in the chaos that was unfolding.

The island's mysteries had suddenly become far more dangerous than I could have ever imagined. And I was at the center of it all.