Escaping From Monsters(Stanford X Reader)

8 Escaping From Monsters 8

  (Ford's P.O.V)

   I looked back at (F/n) and saw that she was running away. Immediately, I wanted to run after her, but I knew that wouldn't do any good. All of the time, she was running...After all, it was how I even met her! In my mind, I promised her that I would take care of these...Monsters. After all, by her just showing up into my life, she had taken care of some of mine... Loneliness, hatred, bitterness....Even pride. No matter what, ever since she came into my life, she was always putting others before herself....Including me.

   Its time I return the favor.

  Stanley's body was tense, his brow furrowed and eyes squinted. He was fixated on these people. In all honesty, the bad vibe from them was so thick and dense...It almost choked me.

  "I don't know who the heck you are, but ya better leave (F/n) alone. " Stanley growled, lowering his stance a bit.

   I watched as the two came closer. They were silent, but the sickly grins on their faces said it all. That's when I noticed something.

   For a second, I paid attention to the surroundings. Stanley seemed to notice as he broke out in a nervous sweat.

   No one around was moving at all.

   The figures that were moving just seconds ago completely stopped, frozen in time. Human beings that were full of life were immobile. Some plastered with smiling faces, others were empty.  Children clinging close to their mothers, and babes still crying out. I racked my brain to find a scientific explanation. It was terrifying.

"What? Never seen real, live, breathing people just stop in place like statues before??"

   The metallic voice echoed from the creatures. Their eyes were glowing an eerie yellow and the pupil elongated to slit. Never in my life or research had I ever seen eyes like the ones before me on a human being.

  "Ford! What the heck is goin' on??" Stanley growled

   "I'm not sure Stanley!! Either way, they are a threat!!" I harshly whispered.

    "What made made you think that, detective??" He whispered back harshly.

    "Now, now, there is no need to fight!!" The voice seeped out of the man. The way it sounded...demonic...sent chills down my nervous system.

   "What type of enemy is (F/n) up against?!" The thought meandered through the confines of my mind. I remembered that she told me part of her story. About the abuse from her parents. The cruelment from them. I kept thinking about these awful people. Then I remembered the wound that she had. What could have caused it?

  My question was answered quickly as my gaze returned to them. Stanley and I watched as the two pulled out a form of a weapon. The woman had a knife that curved like a hook at the end and the man carried a pistol.

  If a fight came down, which in the next few minutes, I knew would, Stanley had a better chance fighting the woman. His bulky frame would take in bullets easily. Since I'm smaller, I could fight the man. I may not be an athlete, but agility and speed, along with size is what I have.

   "All we will have to do is kill you, and then go find the brat!!" The woman said, her knife glistening with a hint of crimson. When I looked closer, I realized it was blood.

   The conversation with the people and Stanley blurred and faded away. Inside, I could feel my adrenaline pumping and spreading through me. Anger took control of my judgement as I suddenly launched for the woman.

   (Stanley's P.O.V)

   "Ford?! What the heck are you doing?!?!!"

   I yelled after him as he launched after the woman. He threw punch after punch as he dodged the knife. The two were going at it, which caught me by surprise. Sure, I have had my fair share of fights, but I had never seen him fight for himself. He was never able to.  Usually, it was just me. No matter what I did in the stillness of seconds, the shock never left my body.

   And, apparently, I wasn't the only one.

   The man watched, his jaw agape. Despite the gun in his hand, he never lifted it to shoot. I took the chance and ran to the man, knocking the gun out of his hands and pinning his arms behind his back. Once he couldn't move, I shoved him to the nearby wall and bashed his head against it multiple times until blood rushed from his skull. I was surprised that he went down so easily.

   "You useless human!!! I even gave you a gun!!!" The demonic voice roared at the unconscious man.

   I looked back at Ford. At this point, he had several cuts lining his face, and his sweater was ripped in a few places, but none of it seemed to faze him. My whole life, I don't think I had ever seen him mad as he was now. Gut feeling told me he was thinking of (F/n).

   She was worth it, though. Since that day on the beach when we found her cold body, soaked in her blood. Despite her injuries, ever since she came into our lives, she had shown us a different world. A world where there were...freakish people out to kill. Monsters... Yet, despite her pain, she focused on our happiness.

   I was yanked back out of my thoughts as I saw Ford throw the woman across some tables, her body going still. He chased after her, picking up a metal tray in the process.

   I chased after him and knocked the tray out of his hand. Then, I placed my hands on his shoulders to get him to calm down.

  "Woah! Fordsie!" I said with a chuckle as he stared at me through broken glasses, breathing heavily. "The lady's had enough of a beatin' as it is! You need to go find your gal and leave these goons up to me."

  At the mention of 'gal', he stopped breathing and looked at me.

   Without a word, he turned and sprinted for the door.

   Go get 'em, tiger.