(VanossxReader) Not Over °Complete°

Chapter 4

I woke up, again, but this time I was back in the white bedroom. It was almost as if that interrogation never happened, that is until I attempted to move. My neck was hot, as if it were burning. It felt like everything in and around my neck had been permanently squeezed together and then were set ablaze. It was swollen and I knew without even looking in a mirror that a large bruise circled around my whole neck.

Almost as if the gang was waiting for me to awake, someone entered the room as soon as I woke up. I couldn't even turn my neck, but I could see out of the corner of my eye that it was the owl again. He didn't have a weapon in his hand, but he could very well have one hidden.

"(Y/n), get up," it startled me to hear him say my name. I obeyed him, given I was in no fit state to ignore him. I used my elbows to push myself forward, but it proved to be useless. It was the only way I could sit up without being in pain.

The man could clearly see that I was having trouble, and so he sat me up and laid me against the pillow. He closely examined my neck. He lightly touched my neck, and I winced in pain as he did so.

"Sorry," he mumbled, sounding like he didn't mean the words coming out of his mouth. Another guy walked in, but he had no mask on. He was pale, with dark brown hair and a beard. He wore a green shirt and baggy blue jeans, and he carried a first aid kit.

As if that was his cue to leave, the owl automatically left when the other man came in. He gave me a friendly smile, which I appreciated but was curious as to why he was being kind to me.

"Don't worry about him. He's just grumpy, that's all," he spoke with a deep voice and an Irish accent. He got to work tending to my bruised neck as I quietly laid there. After a while, I demanded some answers.

"Why are you helping your captive?" I questioned. He chuckled before he replied.

"Because you are no longer our captive," he replied with a friendly smile. I became confused and slightly agitated as he gave no further information.

"Why am I no longer your captive?" I asked.

"Because Jason-" I heard that familiar name and quickly interrupted him.

"Did you take him too?! Don't hurt him, you monster!" I yelled in anger as I sat up, but automatically regret doing so.

"No! Don't get the wrong idea!" he held his hands up, "He came to us, an' now he's helping us."

He helped me lay back down, and I just became confused even more than what I previously was.

"Helping you?" I asked again.

"He came to us after tracking us down. He's a smart guy, you should feel proud to have him as your leader. Anyway, Sangre came back and they're furious. They want revenge. He said since they are both our common enemy, we should work together to take them down. He said we will be stronger if we work together," he explained as he finished wrapping my neck in a bandage.

"So, my gang and your gang will now be working together?" I questioned, fitting the pieces together in my head. The man nodded and stood up. He held his hand out and helped me off the bed.

"Let's go into the living room so the others can give you a better explanation," he said as he led me out of the bedroom.

I was surprised to walk into the living room and see Jason sitting there casually, conversing with everyone. I walked in, and dead silence fell over the room.

I looked to Jason for reassurance, as I always did. He was a good man that has known me since I was little. He went to highschool with my dad, and I always knew his profession and how controversial it was. Dad always warned me of his work, and told me not to fall down the same path. I couldn't see him as a bad guy. He was always so nice when he visited my house when I was young. That's why I was so willing to go behind my dad's back and work with Jason.

He stared at me, his green eyes piercing my eyes. He had an expressionless face, which typically meant he knew I wouldn't be happy with whatever he was about to tell me. He nervously ran his hand through his dark blonde hair and stood up from the couch.

"(Y/n), you should sit down," he started.

"I don't like where this is going," I angrily muttered, ignoring everyone else in the room.

"Please hear me out before you shut me down," he pleaded. I silently nodded a little, knowing I wasn't going to be able to escape the situation at hand. The man in the green shirt led me over to the couch and helped me sit down. Once I was settled, Jason began to talk.

"Sangre took the death of their leader to heart, and instead of losing hope like I figured they would do, they only got angry. Now they're after us. So, I asked the Vanoss Crew for help," he began, nervously observing my face as he spoke.

That was their name. The Vanoss Crew...

"Since The Vanoss Crew has also had issues with Sangre, they have agreed to help. In other words, we are now one gang for the time being," he finished.

"We can take them down without these guys! How stupid are you? We are strong enough to kill them all!" I yelled infuriated.

"You don't understand, we've already made an attempt," he looked down, and I could tell he was upset, "We've lost a lot of men, (y/n). We've lost so much that we have no other choice. We're only down to five people, including you and me."

I could tell he was choked up, and I bit back my tongue. I was upset too, but nothing else could be done.

"I'm sorry, I know this isn't what you want but we have no other option," he added, looking up at me. I turned, feeling guilty about what I previously said.

"Now that that's out of the way, why don't we move on," the owl said, "Now, in order to gain your trust, we will no longer wear our masks."

He took his mask off, and I was surprised to see his actual face. It was nothing like the one I had pictured. He had jet black hair, tan skin, chocolate brown eyes, and he looked like a nice guy. All of the others also took their animal masks off.

"My name is Vanoss, I am the leader. If you have any questions, I'm the person to go to," he was mainly looking at Jason and disregarded me altogether.

"Hi, I'm Nogla. I like grenades," he smiled and shook my hand and Jason's.

"I'm Lui, nice to meet you," he stood in place and waved. I weakly waved back.

"I'm Wildcat. Uh, I usually handle weaponry," he nodded.

"I am Delirious. I don't take my mask off. So don't ask about it," he muttered.

"I'm Basically. I'm pretty much the most mentally stable person here," he chuckled and received a punch in the arm from Wildcat.

"Hi, I'm Moo," I figured he would say more but he just stood there awkwardly.

"I'm Mini, and uh... I guess that's it," he laughed.

"And I'm Terrorizor, and I do a good Arnold Schwarzenegger impression. Just don't ask me to do it," he stressed that last part, but I wasn't interested in his Arnold impression in the slightest.

"Now that we all know each other, we can get to work. We will start doing training tomorrow. That's when the other guys from your gang are coming, correct?" Vanoss asked Jason. He nodded in reply.

"Alright, I'm excited to see where this alliance takes us," Vanoss said as he clapped his hands together.