The White Pill (Ruvik X Reader)

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~Ruvik~

"Marcelo thinks so too... He seems afraid of you." Ruvik said with a frown. It was as if Jimenez's name left a bad taste in his mouth. "He used these exactly same words when he came here, after you almost died. You were unconscious, barely breathing, and he looked at you like you were a savage animal."

She didn't say anything, just sighed.

"Are you really that afraid of yourself?" He said as he sat up to stare at the [h/c] haired girl. "This makes me curious. You're not even sure that you killed your parents, why do you feel so dangerous?"

She didn't move, nor did she speak a word.

It took him a moment to realize what was happening. He was already getting up to go to her side when she finally responded.

"Because I am." She said between gritted teeth. "And the death of my family has nothing to do with it. I've killed several people after that."

Ruvik held her down while taking a syringe that was in a plate on the bedside counter, He injected her with it and in a few moments her body relaxed under his grip, her breathing began to steady. He took the drip connected to her arm off.

"I have killed several people too. I'm not afraid of you." He whispered next to her ear when he leaned down to pick her up. "I had hoped you'd be more reasonable about this whole situation. I thought we could be something next to companions, since I need you in my research. But if your desire is to be locked up and treated like an animal, I'll indulge you."

Ruvik looked down at her face while walking out of the room. She was staring intently at him, in a way that left a stinging sensation in his chest. A feeling he didn't appreciate. A feeling that brought him memories he would most likely prefer forgotten.

He was used to people's stares of fear, disgust and even hate whenever he went out – what didn't happen more than twice a year, on official business related to his family properties and money. But he wasn't used to that type of stare, like he was something worth contemplating.

As he thought about what to say, he noticed her expression change. Her soft stare slowly turned into a malicious glare.

"Does it bother you?" She asked, her voice went out cold, even colder than his own. "Having her observe you?"

"If you want to prove you are dangerous, you'll fail." He said, noticing this wasn't [y/n] anymore, but her other self. "I'm not afraid of you."

"Yeah, you said that already." She started to move in his arms as they descended the stairs to the first floor. Squirming, she attempted to make him put her down. But he didn't. "That's cute, but it's not why I'm here."

Ruvik continued walking, he went through a door that led to a stoned corridor, and then turned to right where a small stairway was.

"What is it that you want?" He asked.

"First? For you to put me down." She answered. "And to talk about your research."

"If I put you down, you'll only hurt [y/n]'s body. She's still recovering from the surgery..."

"Which, you didn't tell her about..." She interrupted him. "She's very ashamed of her scars, and now you've seem all of them. I wonder how she would act around you if she knew."

"She was awake during the surgery, why would I need to tell her about it?" He looked down at her face for a moment, like her question was the most stupid thing he had ever heard.

"It wasn't her that was awake that day, it was me." [y/n]'s other self said. "I've told you before. When I come out, she blacks out. She never remembers anything, but she still feels it."