Glitched! Cryaotic x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Nine

A/N: I'm back! With a long chapter! About damn time. I've been slacking a bit, but I did warn y'all about this. I really hope you enjoy this chapter! Favorites and comments are always VERY appreciated!

After a while, there was a tiny knock at the door. When I looked up, I saw Minx opening it up and someone in a guards' uniform walking in. I could only imagine this was Scott, and I was proved right when he removed the helmet and letting it fall to the ground. He held a large bag in his arms. Their mouths were moving rapidly as they looked over to me, but I couldn't hear their words. Everything was already so blurry, so I couldn't read their lips either.
I saw Russ walk over and Minx handed him a small case out of Scott's bag. Russ, then, walked over to where Cry and I sat on the floor.
"(Y/N)?" Russ asked, raising his voice slightly. I could hear him, but it was still fuzzy.
"Hurry up." I mumbled, "We have to stop Dana."
Russ looked up, where Cry's eyes were considering I was leaning on him while he leaned on the wall.
"We gotta stitch you up, okay?" Russ asked again, as if talking to a child.
"Hurry up." I tried to say in a commanding voice, but it came out as a weak whisper. There was no way I was in condition to fight and take down a camp, I lost way too much blood after that asshole stabbed me right through the arm.
While Russ stitched me up, I didn't really pay attention, instead, I fell into my own thoughts. I didn't have a plan and there was only so much time before we had to leave the room. It was a surprise no one other than the two guards came to check on us.
"All done." Russ's voice found my ears all too soon. I still wasn't feeling any stronger and there's no way I would for at least a few hours, maybe even a few days. I don't know how blood loss works, so it was a wild guess for me.
"I lost so much." I heard myself say.
"So much what, (Y/N)?" Cry's chest rumbled as he spoke.
"Blood. It's all over me and you and the floor." I stated the obvious, my eyes starting to shut.
"She's in no condition to fight. What are we ganna do, Cry?" Russ looked above my head to meet Cry's eyes once more.
"Russ is right." I tried to tell everyone, but only Cry and Russ heard my pathetic voice.
Cry stayed silent, but I could tell he was panicking, too.
What are we going to do?
"We have to leave." Cry stated, gathering everyone's attention.
I tried to shake my head 'no', but I didn't move. Maybe he was right.
"What about all these people? If she can kill us, what will Dana do to them?" Russ asked, practically pleading Cry with his eyes.
"How can we do it, though? With or without (Y/N), Dana still has an entire army at his will. How can we beat that?" Cry asked, voice cracking like he was starting to cry.
No. We can't just leave everyone. We can't just run away. I'm so sick of running from every home we have. I don't want to run away anymore. Again, I tried shaking my head, but I was so tired. Everyone stayed silent. How could they all just run away again?
"It's not right." Minx finally broke the silence, "We can't just leave them all here. It's not safe and it's not right."
"What do you expect we do, then, Minx?" Cry asked. It was amazing how leader-like he could sound why sitting on the floor, crying.
"We do what we always do. We fight!" She looked at everyone's solemn faces.
But that's the thing, Minx, we don't always fight. We always run. That's why we have to change, for the hundreds of people here, we have to change for them. But I was so tired, I can't even speak.
"How, Minx?" Cry elaborated. This stumped her.
The intercom. The intercom that announcements played on every morning. It was in Dana's office. We could announce what's going on. The people trusted us, they would believe us.
"I don't..." Minx trailed off, her face fell.
I tried moving, I couldn't let them give up like this. I couldn't let them run again.
It hurt, but I put all my energy into it, "Intercom."
Cry's arms tightened around me, "What? What did you say?"
I breathed in and out a few times before trying again, "Intercom."
Everyone strained to hear, but I think only Cry did.
"She said Intercom." He announced to the room.
"She wants us to use Dana's intercom. We tell the people what's going on, it could actually work. The armies can't hold off the entire camp." Scott was talking faster and faster.
There was a long pause, a full minute where no one spoke. Everyone looked at Cry, waiting for his final answer.
"We need to get to Dana's office." Cry told them, everyone's face bloomed into a smile.
I tried to smile, but instead my eyes started closing.
"What do we do with her?" I think it was Snake who finally added to the conversation. He's been so quit I forgot he was there.
It was silent again. I wanted to open my eyes, but I didn't. I really just wanted to sleep.
"We use her." Cry's chest rumbled. One of his arms loosened from my waist, "It's only ten minutes until people will start going in for dinner. We can show the camp what they did to her."
This was far better than my intercom idea.
After a few minutes of discussing a more detailed plan, everyone started packing up. My eyes were still closed, but I had an iron grip on Cry's shirt.
I felt his breath on my ear, "If you hadn't of spoken, we would be running away right now. You saved all these people, (Y/N)."
The edges of my lips curled up, enough for him to see that I was still awake, I was still there with him. I felt his breath catch in his throat and I tried gripping his shirt harder, but everything was starting to fade. I held on for long enough, I could finally drift now. I can finally sleep.
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We were bobbing up and down. Like I was running, but I wasn't moving at all. I cracked my eyes open to see Cry was holding me close to his chest, and we were running. The other group members were right alongside us. I shut my eyes, again. I still just wanted to sleep.
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"--You have to stand with us, people of Autumn! We can't win this fight without you! We don't want anyone in any danger anymore! Please!" Cry's frantic voice boomed above me. I took in a breath and cracked my eyes open.
We were in the cafeteria, people were staring at us, they all looked so scared.
I stole a glance at the door to the room. There were so many guards filing into the room. Would this actually work?
"Please! We need you! You can't let them take us!" Minx shouted. Guards were upon us now, Guns raised.
"Hands up!" A couple of the screamed.
The room was dead silent. No one dared breathe too loudly until someone stood up on the table.
They drew in a deep breath, "Don't shoot them!"
One of the guards whipped around, pointing his gun at the man, "These people are Terrorists! Anyone associated with them will receive equal punishment!"
The man on the table stood his ground, "Don't shoot them! They are good people! You wouldn't kill good people, would yo-" But he was cut off by a loud bang. A bullet whole now visible right between his eyes told everyone what just happened.
The room went silent, again, but just for a second. The room erupted. They just shoot an innocent man in the head. If the citizens couldn't see the horror in that and join us, than I don't know what could make them.
More shots rang out, but people began flooding into the guards. Towards us. I shut my eyes and leaned against Cry. I let out another breath, the sounds of shots and cries around me. This didn't stop me from sinking into the abyss once again.
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I was up again. I wonder what happened. I wondered if everyone was alright. I touched my hands against Cry's chest, trying to get some comfort that everyone was okay. That he was okay.
But, I didn't feel anything other than a cold wall. I strained to open my eyes, my body pumping full of adrenaline.
Where's Cry?
"(Y/N)? Are you up?" This wasn't Cry's voice. It was Scott. My breath hitched, where's Cry?
"Woah, calm down, (Y/N)!" He sounded frantic, my eyes only looked up to see a bright ceiling, just like when I woke up in the hospital room with Cry.
A beeping was sounding, it matched my heartbeat. It was getting faster and faster until Scott's face came into view.
"Calm down! You need to calm down!" He practically yelled in my face.
I opened my mouth to yell back, Where's cry?! But all that came out was a pathetic "Cry..."
"He's okay, (Y/N)! He's fine! You need to calm down!" Scott's hands found my arms and gripped it in reassurance.
"Cry..." I whimpered, again, but the fast beeping was slowing down. He was okay. Scott said he was okay.
"Shhhhh, (Y/N), It's alright, It's alright, go to sleep." He let go of my arm, and when I looked over he was putting something into a syringe.
I tried shaking my head, "No, no, I want Cry..."
"Shhhhh, just go to sleep." He whispered, pushing the needle into my arm.
I opened my mouth to call out, to tell him to stop, but it just eased shut. My eyes fluttered shut and I was back where I started.
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"Cry." was the first word to come out of my mouth. It was soft, a dull whisper you could only hear if you had your lips right against someone's ear.
I said it again, no one came. He didn't come.
Scott said he was okay, or was that just a dream? What happened? Where am I?
"(Y/N)?" A voice asked.
"Cry." I whispered again. What if he was dead? He can't be... please no... Anyone but him.
"Say that again." The voice was foggy, but closer. I still couldn't tell who it was. I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to wake up to a world without him in it.
I felt tears escaping my shut eyes, I clenched them shut even tighter, but only more tears came.
"Open your eyes." The voice, still foggy, came. I shook my head the slightest bit.
"Open your eyes!"
I froze. The command. The authority in the voice. It sounded so familiar. It sounded like...
"Cry?" I whispered and cracked open my eyes. The light was blinding, just like when I woke up with Scott. I blinked back the tears blurring my vision and saw a figure next to me.
"You're awake." He whispered.
The fogginess went away and I saw him.
It was him. It was Cry.
I opened my mouth to talk, but only a sob escaped.
"Don't cry, please don't cry." His hands were in mine in an instant.
"I thought-- I thought you were--" I cried, squeezing his hands so hard it hurt.
He nodded, then sat on the bed, leaning back and wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close into him.
I hugged him close. His chest started going up and down, too. He was crying.
I looked up at him and slowed my breathing.
"What happened?" I asked him.
He reached up and wiped the tears on his face, "You go stabbed and you bled so much." He took in a deep breath, choking on his own words, "We ran to the cafeteria and told everyone what happened. They didn't believe us until someone stood up for us and the guards killed him. Everyone was rioting. So many people died. But we stopped her, (Y/N), we stopped Dana. Now we own it, the camp. The people took a vote. They want the six to be in charge of the camp. But you-- you wouldn't wake up. I was so scared. They kept giving you blood, but every time you woke up, it would hurt your heart, so they had to put you back out. I was so scared-- I was so scared, (Y/N). I was scared."
He was crying again, so I reached up and wiped off his face, tears smearing on his cheeks.
"We won, Cry. I'm still here and we won." I whispered to him.
He kept crying, but this time I think it's tears of joy. I laid my head down and stroked his chest with my hand, up and down until he stopped crying.
We laid there, together, in silence. No matter what happened, at least we're together. At least we're right here next to each other.