Some Colors Never Fade (Purple Guy x Reader)

Chapter 45

(I'm still a lazy butthole bleh)

~le next day.~

~Your POV~

"There has to be a way to save Vincent."

You paced back and forth outside the ruins of the pizzeria. You became still when Fritz put his hand on your shoulder.

"There is a way." He breathed. "There has to be."

Mike sighed and put his head in his hand. "This is all my fault." He mumbled.

"Ya think!?" Jeremy snapped, glaring at Mike. You looked at Scott, who, without tearing his gaze from Jeremy, nodded and said, "Fritz is right. We'll find him."

Mike looked up for a minute at Scott. "I-I think I have an idea... O-Of where he might be."

You smiled a bit, thinking there just might be hope.

Jeremy's cold gaze raked over the group before he said bitterly, "Yeah. I-I guess Mike does know the most about them. But if he gets us in another mess-"

Mike cut him off and jumped up. "I'm sorry, okay!? Why do you act like I'm some huge traitor!?"

You sighed. The two had simply been at each other's throats since the day of Vincent's second kidnapping. They just weren't the same.

You let your gaze rake over the group.

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

The man looked at you. You didn't even look at him, but said, "Take us to where you they're holding Vincent."

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~Vincent's POV~

"Hey! Watch it!" I growled.

I struggled beneath her. She tried to fix her grip on me, but it only caused me to groan in pain as the knife in her hand managed to cut my arm.

"You watch it," the girl muttered. She was the green-eyed one, not the blue-eyed one, who'd threatened to put a bullet in my head. That's the only thing I felt thankful for at the moment.

She forced me against the wall. I struggled, but she held a better grip on her knife this time, careful not to cut me again.

I slipped farther beneath her, growling in frustration. That was a mistake. The position was awkward.

The knife narrowly missed my shoulder as I struggled more.

"Stop moving, before I accidentally slit your throat!" She snapped, huffing out her frustration afterwards.

I gave up and fell still, slumping down and slipping farther beneath her.

While I wasn't paying attention, she forced a cloth over my mouth and tied it, gagging me. I panicked. The last time I'd been gagged it hadn't led to anything good.

I struggled more than I had before, trying to kick her off of me. She scowled.

She struck me across the shoulder with the knife. I yelped in pain. It was muffled, though. She just smiled in satisfaction.

"Now give me your hands." She growled, clearly not wanting to even go through the process again.

I shook my head, reluctant to do so.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed both my hands, then held them together with one hand as she pulled another piece of cloth from her pocket. She tied them together. I sighed, but it was once again muffled.

"There," she breathed. "At least that was easy than gagging you."

I just watched her as she got to her feet and turned toward the door.