Uncover ~ Smoker x Reader

Beautiful Melody

    Sometime later, a soft clicking noise wakes you up. You sigh lightly, a yawn escaping your lips, but you don't open your eyes. You weren't exactly sure what the noise had belonged to, but right now you just wanted to continue sleeping. A gloved hand covers your mouth, your mind initially going to Smoker, but when the ever present smell of cigar smoke doesn't surround you, your eyes fly open meeting the amber eyes of the redhead from before. He smiles down at you.

"Shhh." He breathes lowly. "Be a good girl and handcuff yourself." He instructs quietly, holding up the handcuffs. You stare up at him, biting down on his hand and scrambling from the bed, trying to make enough noise that Smoker would hear you. You just hoped he was still in his room. You're swiftly tackled to the ground and flipped onto your back. "Yeah, I knew it wouldn't be that easy.." He growls, quickly handcuffing and gagging you. He hums and takes the gun hidden under his shirt before pressing the barrel to your forehead. "Now, how about you listen to me?"

You nod quickly, tears brimming your eyes as they go to the wall that connected your room to Smoker's. 'Please hear something...' You beg internally. 'Please...' Kid pulls you to your feet, pushing you to the fire escape lightly. You reach the window and a knock sounds on your door.

"___?" Smoker says on the other side. Kid freezes, tossing a glare toward the door.

"Get the fuck out now." He hisses against your ear dangerously. A tear slips down your cheek feeling the cool metal of the gun pressed against your back to keep you from screaming out. You slide through the window, glancing back at the door to your room, but you're pushed forward to keep walking down the stairs of the fire escape. Two flights of stairs later, you end up in a small alley behind the hotel, a familiar motorcycle parked in front of you. Kid relaxes until he hears a slam above, looking up as Smoker's head pokes out of your window. "Shit..." Kid grumbles forcing you onto the motorcycle and getting on behind you, swiftly tearing out of the alleyway in a terrifying rush.

You shut your eyes against the wind, burying your face in your arm as best as you could. The wind wasn't the only thing though, you also didn't want to see your impending death should he wreck while driving like a madman. He laughs as he leaves town. "That was too easy!" He barks to the sky before peering at you. "Are you scared? Good. That'll make you behave." He snickers. You shudder in disgust and fear, eyes watering again. It was all so confusing. What did he even want from you? Why did he keep chasing you? Did it have something to do with what had happened the other night? Too many questions ran through your mind with no answers.

He soon pulls up to what looked like an old high school. There other motorcycles sat. He gets off, tugging you along and inside the building. Down the decaying halls, you can see a fire lit and the rest of his gang sitting around it. "Hey, you get a hold of him, Killer?" He asks as they look over. The masked blond straightens at his name.

"He said he'll meet us at the Grand Plaza when we reach the town. And to make sure the merchandise is in good condition." His low growl-like voice answers, mint green eyes flickering to you during his last sentence. Merchandise? Your eyes widen and you stop. They were going to sell you? Your whole body starts shaking, fear evident in your eyes. Kid stops, looking back at you.

"Oh, you finally get it huh?" He chuckles and removes the gag. "Go ahead, let's hear what you have to say about this." He smirks, pulling you to the fire and making you sit down.

"W-why?" You stutter, the warmth from the fire doing nothing to calm the shaking that rattled your body. "W-Why m-me?"

"Well, drugs are too mainstream, and how often do you come across someone who can change into a cat? You're going to make us rich on the black market. Then we'll kill them and sell you again. Doesn't that sound like fun kitten?" He pats your head.