Driven Into Madness (Yandere!John Laurens x reader) (Wattys2017)

Kill Him

"I choose..." Your chest began to hurt. It killed you inside to tell him your answer. As if all that time you two spent together had no meaning. Only this moment...
"I'm sorry John... but I can't leave the revolution." You admitted. His smirk fell and he looked at the floor.

"Well, it was worth a shot, I guess." He chuckled, tears streaming down his face.
"John... are you ok?" You asked, inching your hand towards his shoulder. He winced back and wiped the tears away from his face.
"I'll be fine. This was all my fault anyways."

You shook your head and held his hand in yours. "No, John. It's just that I would feel dreadful if I just left everyone behind. I do love you and care about you, but some things are just not ment to be..." You stated, eyes darting everywhere other than John's face.

You fumbled some words out of your mouth that had no meaning to John. To him, It was silent. His life for you flashed before his eyes, until he truly realized that you were no longer his. Your lips still moved, signaling that you were still talking. He placed his finger on your mouth as to silence you.

"It's ok, (Y/n). It's all ok." He said with a genuine smile on his face. He held your face in the palm of his hand. Tears streamed down your face and landed on his rough, dirty hands. Those hands that killed both friends and foes. It made you sick to look at him, but it made you sad to turn away. You were in constant jeopardy.

You let your emotions take over and pulled him in for a hug. You didn't let go. You didn't want to let go. He stroked your hair and gentle weeps emitted out of the two of you.
"Hey, can I try something?" He asked. "Just, to know how it felt."

You nodded and he plunged his lips onto yours immediately. His hand grasped your hip and he held up you head with his other hand. You held onto his shoulders and accepted the kiss. This went on for about ten minutes. He would occasionally grab your hair and lightly yank it, not hard enough to hurt you.

The both of you heard footsteps and you flung yourself off of John. Hercules wandered by the prison and heard noises coming from within it. So, he decided to take a gander inside. He found you, sitting next to John. You were dressed in your pajamas with your blue coat draped over your shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing here, (Y/n)?" Herc asked forcefully. "I came to see John. I know im not supposed to be here, but please dont make me leave just yet. I want to talk with John before It will be impossible to."
Hercules understood and nodded. He sat on the floor next to the bars and listened in on your conversation.

"Look, John. No hard feelings about what's going to happen tomorrow, ok?"
"Well you are kinda gonna kill me but yeah, no hard feelings." He joked around. You smiled but it quickly faded.

"I still feel bad that I, out of all people, have to kill you." You sadly said.
"There's no shame in backing down. However, when you're a soldier, you have to adapt to getting ready to kill anyone. You never know who's an enemy or who's a friend." He informed. You nodded.

"But, I know you're my friend! You did so many good things, only to be put down for killing some people." John shook his head.
"You're oblivious. I know you love me, (Y/n), but I killed our allies. That is treason, and I should be killed for it."

Hearing him say those words himself made it feel like hundreds of knifes were placed on your hands and John was begging for you to kill him. You gave him a wholehearted hug and kissed him on the cheek. Hercules saw this and looked away.

"(Y/n), I think we should go now." He comanded. You frowned and stared at John.
"No. I'm going to stay the night here." Hercules's eyes widened at the sudden demands.
"You will get a cold. I won't allow that." He grunted.
"Oh Yeah? And what about John?" You sneered.
"John is going to die tomorrow anyways!"
"That's no excuse to treat him like trash while he is still alive!" You retaliated. Hercules sat in silence. He stood up and left the prison, only to come back with a blanket for you.