Time to Pay the Price [Purple Guy x Reader]

Chapter 12

((okayyy, I'm on another road trip again. But I have nothing better to do in this weird butt car except read and write fanfiction, so here we gooo-))

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*some time later*
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~Your POV~

Knock, knock.

Where you and the rest of what was left of the gang stood outside the door of that place, that was the only sound you could focus on: the sound of your fist knocking on that perfectly sculpted door.

It wasn't long before it was answered by a slender man. He looked you all over. He held a long silence.

"(Y/N), I suppose." he finally commented, looking over at you. "I bet I know what you've come for. I'm not obliged to tell you where he is. I apologize."

He finished this statement quickly and went to slam the door but you grabbed it by its side and shoved it back open, scowling as in a quick movement you grabbed him by his collar and yanked him out the door barely.

"Okay, pretty boy. You have two options. First of all, you can tell me where Vincent is."

"Or what?" he said, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"..or you can pick the second option, in which I snap your neck, right here, right now." You moved your hand from the collar of his shirt to his neck quickly, tightening your grip on him so he could barely breathe.

"Okay, okay!" he snapped, you letting go. He looked around as if expecting someone to be watching him, which he probably was, then pointed down the hallway to his right. "Down that way. Go all the way to the end, turn left, and it'll be the first door to your right."

You eyed him suspiciously. He caught onto the fact that you didn't trust him and quickly added, "I swear!" in a terrified tone.

That's when you grunted and shoved him out of the way. "C'mon guys."

Scott, Fritz, and Jeremy exchanged glances, then followed you.

You followed the directions and opened the door. The room was dark, but then was a bed visible. You barely stepped inside.

You ran your hands along the wall until your sense of touch helped you find the light switch, which you flicked on, then turned your head to look.

In spite of everything you've feared, there laid a broken, bruised and bloody Vincent. His eyes were shut tight, probably because he couldn't adjust to the light quickly, which deep down kind of sickened you.

"...Vincent?" you managed.

It was like a switch had been flipped after that. He shot straight up, eyes wide open as he looked at you. "(Y-Y/N)...!?"

You barely smiled.

You rushed over quickly, jerking a knife from your back pocket. "Guys, tell me if you see anyone coming!" you called.

"I will," Scott responded. You glanced up and found them all three stationed at the door, glancing around nervously. Jeremy, of course, was the most nervous though, clinging to Fritz who looked annoyed but didn't protest.

You cut Vincent free from the restraints on his wrists tying him to bedposts, wincing when you saw the places, marks and bruises they'd left on his wrists. He barely raised his head to look up at you with what was probably the weakest smile you'd ever seen him give.

"(Y/N)?.."

"Yeah?"

"I love you..." he mumbled, then cracked a slight smirk. You kind of rolled your eyes and then grabbed him by his hand and pulled him off the bed and onto his feet.

On leg in particular was obviously having a hard time holding him up. You glanced at it.

"What happened to your leg?" you asked.

"That's a long story I'd rather tell you later. Please just... Just get me out of here."

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

You slowly pulled him to the door, trying to keep a steady pace that he could follow with his damaged leg. When you all exited into the hallway, it was empty, so you started back the way you came already.

For a long while, you were completely focused on getting Vincent out of there, and you didn't realize what was even going on behind you until you heard a terrified shriek in a voice that could only have come from Jeremy.

You whipped around quickly, Vincent doing the same but slightly slower, only coming face to face with Scott and Fritz looking back at what was going on with horrified expressions.

The man from the door was there, with an all too familiar woman there holding Jeremy back with her arm looped around his neck so he could barely breathe and a knife to his side.

The man gazed at you with sympathy in his eyes, but it quickly faded.

"Well, well, well. You've found your boyfriend, huh?"

"Let him go." you managed, your voice barely going hoarse.

"I'm sorry, but there's a slight change in plans.~ You're only leaving with one of your friends, because if we can't have Vincent, then you can't have Jeremy. So make your choice. Who do I get to kill?~"

You watched in terror as she barely dug the knife into Jeremy's side, not enough to hurt him majorly but enough to get him to scream out in pain and start squirming until she kneed him hard. That's when he finally gave up and fell limp in her arms, looking at you with wide eyes and heavy breathing.

Scott and Fritz looked back at you barely.

You just clutched Vincent tightly, terrified and confused.

How were you supposed to make a decision like this...?