CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

I Kill Children. (Jerome)

This room is so fucking noisy! All these insane shits are delusional. The guards are probably better off dead. They don't do anything for you anyway. Except when fights break out of course. The average sized, chilled room is filled with criminals at nearly every table. You're not like them. Your striped dress hangs down at your ankles and you lay your head down on your arms out of boredom. You've been sitting alone in the corner for an hour now. At least you think. It's hard to keep track of time in here.

You hear footsteps approaching in a bouncy, rhythmic manner. Unlike the usual, stumbling, running, or skipping from the other crazies. Something hops for a second and sits in the seat across from you.

"Hi, Gorgeous, I'm Jerome." He says. You don't lift your head.

Loneliness is your best option in here. Making friends as the only girl could put you in danger. Might as well stay ignored.

"I said, Hello." His voice is more stern.

"Fuck off." You reply. Your voice is muffled from your head being buried.

"Juuust being polite. So whatcha in for?" He sounds like he could be a teenager

"Killing people."

He breathes out in surprise "Me too! Liberating right? Awww what a RUSH!"

"Kindly, fuck off?" You ask. Your only view is the darkness of the cove your arms created for your head. Anger is building inside you. Why couldn't he just leave you alone?

"So who'd you kill?" He ignores your request. This pushed your short line of patience over the edge.

"CHILDREN. I killed the children while I was babysitting." You announce, getting up from your chair, intending to move.

This is when you get a good look at the character. He is a ginger. Huh. No soul. His looks are unusual and his eyes were set wide apart. His hair was messy and perked up. However, he did look masculine for his age. You figured he's in his teen years, just as suspected. The people in the room pause their conversations to watch you. This is their biggest entertainment for the day.

"Really.." He leans in, intrigued.

"Yes. I take pleasure in murdering the fuckers, messing up the house, roughing myself up a bit and calling the parents to claim there was a criminal who tried to rob the house. You know enough about me now?"

"I have your whole life story!" He raises an eyebrow.

"What did you want?" You stay standing.

"Your name." His voice was empowering.

"Y/N. Leave me alone now?" You begin to walk away, rolling your eyes. Just as you pass him, his hand snatches your arm and he yanks you in.

"You do want to get out of here, right?" He looks innocent.

"Get off me." You say like a teen about to throw a fit. The other criminals seemed disinterested and integrated themselves back into their own conversations. You shake your arm out of his clutch.

"I mean it." His eyes look deep into yours. Looking at them make your muscles stiff. You freeze up.

"You don't have a way out, so stop dreaming."

With one pull, Jerome yanks you onto his lap. You are appalled by his aggression, but captivated by his mannerisms thus far. "You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?" You blatantly refer to rape.

Jerome tilts his head at you. Neither of you break eye contact yet. "To you?" He glides his index fingertip up the middle of your torso, over your clothes. His eyes seem to tighten in anger. "Never."

His finger traces through the middle of your chest, up your neck, and he flicks it when he reaches the end of your chin.

"I have this plan..." Jerome begins. His face inches closer to yours after he places his hands on your hips. One hand manages to escape it slips itself under your fabric. His palm grazes slowly up your thigh. Adrenaline begins to rush through you.

"Go on." You don't know whether you're talking about his hand placement or his 'plan'. You'd be happy for either conclusion.

"See, the guards, they don't care. They don't watch us much." His hand is still on it's slow trek up your leg. "This is a test for them. They've done nothing but sit on their asses through their shift. We can gather a set of criminals and command them to revolt. We'll stand in the back obviously. When they've taken the guards down, we run." His hand arrives at your underwear.

You shudder and a chill runs down your back. Anything he says while you're in this position is captivating. "Good...plan." You struggle to say. Your lips have a slight heartbeat. Jerome gives you a toothless smile a proceeds his act. His fingers insert themselves inside you, granting you to resist from throwing your head back. You try your best to keep a stern face, to give the other delinquents no clue as to what the two of you are doing.

You decide to push words out of your mouth to cover a moan. "When. We gonna. Do this?" You grit your teeth. Jerome's long fingers slide in and out repeatedly.

"Tomorrow night, before bed." There is a small space between your faces. As you begin nearly climax, your hands clamp on the table behind you. Your chest fills with air and you fight a scream. Jerome sees you nearly give in to your much needed noise relief and clasps his other hand over your mouth. This conceals a muffled a scream.

When you're finished, his fingers emerge from under your dress and he resumes their position on your hips. You relax and catch up on your breathing. His eyes are clear and unemotional, analyzing your every move while you gather yourself.

You place an arm on the crook of his neck "Tomorrow is good. I'll rally the children together," You gather your balance on your feet.

"Maybe not children." Jerome lets a deep laugh escape his lungs.

"Okay, okay." You sigh. Jerome plays with the hem of your dress and you allow it. "Maybe you'll find me later."

"Fine." He says with a question in his tone. You gently slap his hand away and pivot in the opposite direction. You find scan the room for an empty seat to be alone again. You turn your head around and spot Jerome blankly gazing at you as you walk. You begin to devise a plan to leave as fast as possible, so you two can be alone, together.