The Black Fox (Shinichi X Reader)

Folly

"Man, I needed this." The Butcher sighed. He let go of your arm, and you slumped to the ground. Thunder rumbled and rain pelted the now closed window.

Your body screamed in pain, but for once you welcomed it. I killed him... I kill everyone I love... Tears poured from your eyes again. Please, let this hell end... The Butcher grabbed your arm and dragged you to the wall. He placed the back of your hand against the wall, before slamming his knife into your palm.

An involuntary howl of pain tore from your throat. You couldn't even keep the dignity of silence. What was the use of screaming? Anyone that cared enough to stop upon hearing them wouldn't hurt you so terribly, and anyone that hurt you so terribly wouldn't stop for such a pathetic sound. All it did was tear your throat and burn your lungs.

Let him kill me. Let this all end. The though echoed, unimpeded, through your mind.

"I'm gonna take a piss." The Butcher sighed, as he left the room.

The masked man followed after him. He crossed the room towards the door, swerving around some unseen obstacle. He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Tap.

Tap. Tap.

You looked towards the sound. A pristine white bird perched outside the window. Its ebony eyes watched you. A small vest was fitted over the bird's chest, a lens protruding from the breast. A lump formed in your throat. You shook your head. Don't come. It's not worth it. Tears filled your eyes. I deserve this...

The thought of Kaito ending up like Conan made fresh fear wash over you. You looked towards the door. They'd be back before long. Knowing the Butcher, he'd move you to a second location, where he'd be able to take his time killing you. You didn't much mind the end result anymore, but how many more people would get hurt looking for you?

Don't give him the satisfaction. A voice snarl in your mind. Your eyes widened a fraction.

You raised your free hand and grabbed the bloody handle of the knife. You pulled with what little strength you could manage. The knife didn't come loose from the wall. You bit into your cheek to keep from screaming, as you wiggled the knife. With a soft thuck the knife came free. Your hand fell to your lap, the knife protruding from your palm. You didn't bother removing it.

You fell over to your side and began to crawl. You dragged your broken body behind you as you crawled towards the left side of the room. Don't do this. A tiny voice pleaded. You hesitated. Ran will cry, and what about Haibara?

The door flew open. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" The Butcher snarled from the doorway.

The masked man's eyes narrowed as he noticed where you were. "Get the hell away from there."

Nothing matters anymore. You took a wheezy breath and held up the hand still impaled with the knife. Your hand trembled, as you folded down all your fingers but one. Before the Butcher could storm to you, you put all your weight onto the floor. The wood buckled, and you plummeted.

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Conan gasped for air, agony accompanying each insufficient breath. Rain chilled him to the bone, but the shivers sent waves of pain through his body. One of his arms was bent at an unnatural angle. He'd been in the room just seconds ago... He threw me out the window. Conan realized. He looked around him as best as he could. He was surrounded by trash and muddy water. His left shoe had landed a few feet away beside a watch and bookbag. He looked down at his wrist. His watch was still there.