Trapped (Alastor x reader)

Chapter 43

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!

WARNING! Mention of blood and injuries such as stab wounds and bullet holes

(Past)

"Is Charlie always this pushy about things?" you mutter to yourself as you watch Charlie push an idea on Vaggie about something.

"Only when she thinks it's a good one" Angel replies "Vaggie is a pushover only to her, otherwise she's a b*tchy person in general and attacks anything that moves"

Lovely "good to know"

Tense silence for a moment.

"How are things going with Mr creepy face? I've noticed that he seems to find ways to annoy you, among other things"

"I've had worse" very worse in fact.

"Do your best to be not to draw too much attention to yourself, from what I've heard from sour puss is that once you've gained his attention, you're screwed, and not in a good way"

You give him a deadpan expression "a bit late for that don't you think?"

Angel shrugs "can't hurt to try though, can it?"

No, but something told you that you were right and that it was already too late. Didn't mean that you weren't going to try though.

"Why are you doing this? Why help them when they have done questionable things in life?"

"Because I really do think they all deserve a second chance"

"Even the ones who like to do questionable things? The ones without remorse?"

"Yes" was your immediate answer "I really do think there is some good inside of them, I just need to, bring it out"

How gullible could you get?

(Present)

When you come around from your shock/nightmare, you find yourself sore down one side of your body was more intense than your first thought, including your face, mainly the cheekbone and jaw. Was this how drunk people felt after waking up from partying all night? If that was the case then you're glad you never drank the stuff.

Doing it when you were underage didn't count.

You shake the thought away as you slowly sit up from your position on the floor, doing your absolute hardest to ignore the tingling sensation of pins and needles running down your arm and leg as it tries to get the blood flowing again. What happened last night?

"Better yet, how did I get in my room?" you mutter to yourself "I remember feeling, something bad, really negative at something, or someone, and then nothing"

Well, that was informative. And narrowed down the possibilities. Sighing in frustration, you drag a hand down your face in frustration while contemplating what the heck you are going to do next. Only to freeze when you feel something, dirty, clinging onto your cheek, then around the corner of your eye. Honestly, it felt like your body was finally acknowledging how gross and dirty you felt as you could feel every sensation clinging to your body, like a stranger covered in dirt hugging you and passing it on.

Yuck. What else was wrong?

You look down and notice your clothes were in fact damp from head to toe, not just the bottoms like you had first thought, so you fell into the pool? Or maybe you got lost in the woods while it was rai- ning...