A little broken [mithross x reader]

Finding Him [Part 22]

Your POV

You got in your car and rummaged out your phone. "(Y/N) What are you doing?" Ross asked curiously. You tapped frantically and angrily on your phone trying to find a good map of Dallas. "I'm. trying. To find. A Map," You say angrily. You keep searching and searching and searching, but you can't find a map you like.

Ross suddenly puts his hand on your shoulder and grips it hard. "(Y/N) calm down. If you keep getting pissed off like this we won't be any closer to finding Max. Frustration built up inside of you and you let tears fall from your eyes. "It's my fault, Ross. All of this. Max getting kidnapped, Us having to go all the way across the country to find him. If-" You choke on a cry but the tears don't stop.

"(Y/N) Stop it's not your fault," Ross says reconciling you. You look up at him with tear-filled eyes and shake your head. "Yes, it is. If I never let you guys get tangled up in my life we wouldn't have had to search for Max in the first place," You say thinking about what kind of things Kyle would do to him.

"If you never let us into your life, Yes, we wouldn't be looking for Max, but if you weren't here Max would be dead. You saved him from being killed all those months ago. You wouldn't have made so many friends. Hell, Max and I wouldn't be together because of you. You also helped me patch things up with Santiago in a strange way. If it weren't for you we wouldn't have so much happiness in this world," Ross said giving you a smile that lights up the world.

You sniffle and turn your phone on looking at one of the maps you found. "(Y/N) It's okay just calm down and we'll find him," He said with a cool tone. You look at your phone and laugh ever so slightly. "How can you be so calm about this Ross? Max is missing and you're here helping me stop an anxiety attack," You ask him.

He shrugs and looks at the phone in your hands. "(Y/N) Santiago said to look in the abandoned arts district right?" Ross asks. You look at him confused "Yeah? Why?" He points to a spot on your map that looks like it's filled with run down buildings.

"I think I just found it," He said confused yet happy. You look at the directions the map gives you and memorize the route. "Ross I think we may have found Max," You tell him. You turn on your car and drive as fast as you can to get to the arts district.

After about twenty minutes you stop in an old dilapidated street filled to the brim with old broken down buildings and factories. "Well if this isn't cliché I don't know what is," You mutter to yourself. You and Ross get out of the car and walk along the street taking in your surroundings.

"Which one of these buildings do you think has Max inside?" Ross asks you. You look around at every building all of them so similar they seem to collide. "Well if I had to take a guess Kyle would place some kind of marker indicating where he is," You hypothesize. Ross looks confused and you explain why.

"Ross the reason Kyle took Max is to get back at me. He wants us to find him so he can get his revenge. On me. He would have to place some kind of marker getting my attention so we can walk right into his trap," You explain. Ross seems to list the reasons in his head and one thing seems to add up in his head.

"So what you're saying is we're walking into a trap," He says. You nod your head glumly and look ahead. "Yeah that's about it," You says still scanning your surroundings. Where would Kyle put a marker? Yet, what would the marker look like?

A sharp pain goes through your head and you remember your house and they glass strewn on your lawn the night Kyle broke in. The glass what did it spell? You strain yourself to remember the details of that night. You saw the broken windows and the flashing of the police cars.

Your memory switches to get a better look at your lawn and you see the broken glass spelling DEVIL. One. You see yourself going inside your house and notice your small bonsai tree burnt with ashes. Two. You go upstairs to your bedroom and see a pentagram carved on your door. Three.

"I know what we need to look for," You say aloud. Ross looks at your confused and you lift up your shirt sleeves and reveal your brands. The left a pentagram with a small swastika. The right showing a tree on fire with the words devil underneath.

You hear his small gasp at the brands but at this point, everyone has seen them. "Ross, do you see any of these markings somewhere?" You ask him. He looks around squinting straining his eyes to make out any small details. He points to a large warehouse with boarded up windows and a single red door.

As you walk closer you see the burning tree and a pentagram underneath. "This guy is a psychopath," Ross says as you open the door. You give a small laugh at his comment. "Yeah and I dated him," You say. You look at Ross and you both give small laughter before the deafening tone of silence breaks it apart.

The inside of the warehouse was different than what you expected. You expected to see a massive open space with broken windows and boarded up doors. Lights coming down from the ceiling halfway broken and flickering on and off. But you didn't see any of that.

The warehouse did have a somewhat large middle section but when you get there three walls cut you off each with their own hallway and lights. The middle section had a table and two chairs beside it. You look up and see the sky above you but everything else was walled up.

"(Y/N) before we walk to our deaths what's with those brands on your shoulders?" Ross asks. You look at your shoulder covered by your sleeve but you can still see the brands even without looking at your shoulder. You rub your shoulder and feel the bumps of your brands.

"I don't know Ross. But after a while, Kyle became obsessed with fire. He muttered to himself like someone who was insane. Once he became convinced I was the devil and that's when he branded me. As I screamed he told me I was the embodiment of all things evil and unholy and he was purifying me. When he was done he wrapped me in a cold blanket and held me whispering that I was pure," You say and shudder at the thought of the fire searing your skin.

"I did and now you have become un-pure again (Y/N)," A voice boomed from the inside of the warehouse. Throwing your guard up you prepared for an attack but nothing came, but that didn't stop you from scanning the room. "I'm here yet not (Y/N). I can see you but you can't see me. Why is that?" He said in a cold voice.

"Wow, Kyle now you think you're god you really think highly of yourself don't you," You mock him. An unholy growl fills the room and the roof opens up above you letting in a massive ray of sunshine. "I'm not a god but his emissary cleansing the world of demons like you," He says proudly.

You didn't anticipate the sunlight and the brightness of it blinded you for a minute. When you hear him say god gave him a purpose you laugh out loud against the blinding sun. "Since when did you start believing in god Kyle. Last I checked you thought god was an upstart," choosing those words to spite him.

"I did think that (Y/N) until I was chosen by god to purge you and others of their darkness," He said. Suddenly the hallway in front of you lit up and a door opened all the way a the end. A person walked from the hallway into the room you and Ross were in.

The girl in front of you had sunken eyes and thin wiry blonde hair. She looked thin, but not too thin to think she was malnourished. "This girl once was like you and didn't know her place, but I saved her from her darkness," Kyle said. Looking at her you saw she wasn't fully there. Something was off that didn't make her quite complete.

The girl looked at you with her sunken eyes. If She was broken before and now completely shattered. "I know what my purpose is" the girl spoke with a sad voice "I know what I need to do to help others." She looked at you head on with cold eyes and a twisted smile. "I'll help out my savior and finish what he started," She said.

Fear welled up inside you threatening to break free. Her words were so twisted and wrong but she spoke with such confidence it made you want to run and hide. She looked so thin and yet everything about her radiated a cold strength. Her strength was a façade she can't feel anything.

Then she attacked.