Until Dawn: My Nerdy Superhero (ChrisXReader)

Revenge Is The Best Medicine!

(Y/N) POV:
I woke up with a pounding headache. I slowly began to open my eyes, but everything was still a little fuzzy.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) are you okay?!" I heard someone whisper.

"Chris?" I asked adjusting my eyes. "What's going on? Where are we?"

I tried to move but both of my hands were strapped to the arms of the chair I was sitting in.

Chris was sitting across from me, tied to the chair. One of his arms were free. I noticed there was a gun sitting in the middle of the table. This wasn't going to end well at all.

"Oh god. Oh no no no!" I panicked.

"It's okay. I'll get us out of here, we'll be fine." Chris stated calmly trying to keep me from freaking out.

"Chris I-I'm scared." I said truthfully.

"This is the guy who killed Josh!" He said angrily. "It'll be okay, just stay calm..." He tried to assure me... It didn't work.

I felt hot tears already running down my face, knowing that this would be how it ended for one or both of us.

"YOU MURDERING PIECE OF SHIT!" Chris screamed to the psycho from wherever he was watching. "YOU MONSTER!"

"Chris I know I didn't get the chance to say it back to you before, but I love you, please just know that." I cried.

"Hey hey hey, it's gonna be alright! I'll get you out of here." He insisted.

"But I have to say it just in case-" I started, but was interrupted when I heard a whirring noise coming from above me. "What the hell?!" I screamed as I saw two giant saw blades above both mine and Chris's head. "No no no no!!!"

I tried struggling against the straps that tied my wrists down, but it was no use.

"Hello there my special little subjects." The psycho's voice taunted from an unknown vantage point.

"Let her go you asshole!" Chris yelled.

"Now now Chris, that's all up to you. You see, (Y/N), Chris has already made one fatal choice already today. And now he must make another." He explained calmly. "Chris, you can take that gun in front of you and shoot (Y/N). Or you can shoot yourself." The maniac continued. "Whoever is left can live. The choice is yours"

"Oh god no!" I bawled.

Chris took the gun from off of the table and shot at the saws hanging over our heads.

The psycho started laughing. "Don't be so silly Chris."

Chris began to think hard, and then finally looked at me, sorrow filling his eyes. "(Y/N) I love you..."

"Chris?" I furrowed my eyebrows, then realized what he was trying to say. "CHRIS NO! You can't!" I begged. He had been trying to say goodbye, but I would not let him do this for me.

His hands shook as he pointed the gun at his head, and closed his eyes.

"CHRIS! Don't you dare!!!" I cried struggling once more. "Shoot me! Don't do this, you don't deserve to die! Please!"

"No!" He argued opening his eyes to look at me. "You think you deserve to die either?! I'd rather die knowing you were going to be okay." He insisted.

"You either shoot me, or we go together." I told him sternly. "Don't do this to me. Please..." I begged, tears continued to stream out my eyes.

Chris looked at the gun, and then at the saw blades that had been moving closer and closer towards our heads.

"I-I'm sorry." He said before his grip tightened on the gun and shot it at his own head.