Snake[Izaya X Reader]

Decision

Dim light. Cold concrete is cooling your body which is uncomfortably lying on the floor. Familiar smell; abandon place. Twitching sight; its getting better. Pounding in head is still strong, reducing with every second. Someone notices your responses. He walks closer, squats down.

"She's awake" harshly he grabs your cheeks raising your chin up.

"Raise her" unfamiliar voices are followed by unfamiliar faces. The guy grabs you by hands raising you up, seating you on a chair. Sleeping limbs begin to response as you realise that you're not tied.

"Wait a bit so she'll get fully aware" stoned, unable to concetrate you begin to feel pain; twiching like a fish out of water. It's getting obvious that there's not much possibility of escaping. Room is badly brightened you can't see well. There are only three unknown man.

"Lets go" someone hints you to get up. Weakness. At once every step seems hard and legs are heavy; after effect of drug. The man guides you down the hallway. There, he opens the door. Five people; five unknown man are in room, while are two person tied up on chairs. Some kind of rag is over their head, by their clothes you can identify; Ivan!!

With caution analysing ever possible solution, every slight chance to save them and escape. Step by step resonate through the halls and rooms. Big expectations of what's coming builds tension in the air. Nerves cause anxiety; every breath pounds deeply with slight touch of harsh hammering in back of the head. Heated sweet makes its way down the cold forehead. Can you feel how is adrenalin running through your blood? How your heartbeat wildly begins to jump; meeting its limits just to fulfill wish that you might fall unmoving on cold ground. It might be just an imagination but every second resonates slowly in your head; dragging suffocating fear into eternity.

"[f/n]" the steps stop. Deprived of the power ignoring it; it's not real, it can't be real, you don't want it to be real. With corner of an eye you can see him; Luke, the person which caused you so much pain, a demon of painful past. Don't blink. He walks pass you, to prisoners. Sore pain crushes eyes like a skin which gets rubbed at something harsh.

With hand he makes a gesture to come closer. He hands you a gun.

"choose" out to lunch with panic shaking head; left and right. Lacking good mental judgment staring at him. What does he mean?! So sudden.

"Ivan!!" Luke can't hide his smile when he gets an expected answer. With fun he first uncovers Ivans face then Izayas? Something is over their mouth, a bandage. Tired Izaya lifts his head; his eyes seem not suprised at all. Ivan mumbles, he seems to try despratly to tell you something; to run.

"Choose" what now? What do you do now?! Ivan! Ivan! Obviously it's Ivan!!

"No" unable to say anything, unable to make any more sound, frozen by fear when you realise what you just said. Not a slight sight of emotion is up on Lukes face.

"then I'll kill both" without hesitation he pulls gun out of his subordinates hand.

"wait!" Why can't you choose?! It's just a data broker; a man which is nothing to you, a traitor and hypocrite. Save your brother, shaking you raise your hand.

"Three" Who?! Who?!

"two" WHO?! WHO?!

"one" WHO?! WHO?!

"Just kidding" terrified you look at Luke. Such a pleasant smile is over his face.

"I'll kill both" decided in his conclusion, he points gun up to Ivan.

"DON'T!" shocked you choke, unable to scream.

"Unless" when you lost all the hope he gives you a way out which is probably a trap, a dead end.

"if you come with me" left with no other choice you give in his hands; desperate, thrown into hopeless situation.

"then I'll give you a chance to choose who will live" Probably non will survive. And yet we humans refuse to give up on hope. Following phantoms of possibilities which are no longer possible. They say that we lost hope last. That's what makes us live and look forwards the future and we try until we succeed or fail.

You nod. Following him. Into other room. There is some kind of bath, a chair in middle of room, a table and random things on it.

"[f/n]" you look up to him.

No....

No....

No....

"Let's take a picture" it spins. Your head spins, your eyes widen. Unable to breath. Trembling.  Anticipated with great apprehension or fear.

Flash. Picture taken.

"oh you look so scared" in sarcasm he sympathies, like he's having feelings of pity and sorrow for your misfortune. Then he tugs you down. On the floor. Your mind breaks into fragments and your body shakes slightly and uncontrollably.

Flash. Taken.