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Fear the Reaper Pt.2

It had been three days since your encounter with the infamous Reaper. You weren't on watch these days, since each scout took turns, and there were four of you. It was your turn again. Nothing had happened in the past three days. Everything seemed normal. Except you. Since your meeting with the masked man, you were on edge. Your emotions were all mixed up in a bottle, indistinguishable from one another. You felt a need in your stomach, a twisting knot that wouldn't go away.

Of course, this knot had been here for a while. But it wasn't nearly as prominent as it was now. Since you joined the fight, you hadn't been with anyone. All the men were douchebags. You weren't interested in anyone because they all either belittled you or objectified you. There were exceptions of course, but those men were your friends. You didn't see yourself getting with any of them. You were lonely, and that was a fact.

And now, you felt more alone than ever. You couldn't tell anyone about your encounter with the Reaper, otherwise they could be killed. This you believed wholeheartedly.

The past three days you were training, realizing how much you needed it. You needed to be stronger, to be able to defend yourself. You were determined, and used workouts as a distraction from your problem.

As the day became darker, you couldn't help but wonder if he was going to show up again, threatening your life. You were nervous, and you had no one to protect you but yourself. At meal time, you couldn't bring yourself to eat. Everyone at the table saw the difference in your behavior, since you usually had no problems eating all of your food.

One of your fellow scouts eyed you warily as you picked at the mashed potatoes. He was under training from Ana herself, so in your mins he had a sort of authority over the other scouts. "Why aren't you eating, Y/N?" He asks, looking you over.

You looked up at him and gave him a sweet smile. "I think I'm getting sick, Johnny. I don't have much of an appetite." You answered. "Maybe I should keep look out tonight." He offered. You shook your head. "No, that's okay. I don't feel that sick." You replied. "Besides," you continued, "you had watch last night u need some rest."

"Well, if u insist your okay..." He says, studying your behavior. "I'm fine, honestly." You reply. "Well OK." He shrugs, and goes back to eating. You sit there for a few more minutes before deciding to pack your dinner for later.

It was almost midnight, time to switch watch. Sighing, you walked up to the tower again, passing Johnny on his way down. "Don't fall asleep kid." He says, patting you on the shoulder. You nod, and continue up the stairs.

You had been there for three hours now, looking outside the window once more. Everything seemed to be going fine, and you finally began to relax a little. It was a clear sky, and you could see all of the stars stretching over the horizon. It was a full moon tonight.

You decided to finally eat, getting out your dinner. It was cold but it was better than nothing. As you looked out over the sleeping soldiers on the ground below, you hummed to yourself as you ate. It was a good, peaceful night.

"Surprise, kitten." You hear in the silence of the room. Jumping from your seat, you reached for your rifle, searching for him. He was here, but you couldn't see him. "Reaper..." You mumbled, attempting to find him. Suddenly, you feel hands snake their way across your waist from behind, your gun being snatched from you. "Guns are no fair kitten." He grumbles in your ear. You jump from the sudden voice behind you, and get goosebumps along your arms as he takes them, putting them behind your back.

You shut your eyes, calming yourself once more. "What do you want?" You ask as you feel his hands begin to roam over your body. "You know what I want." He says darkly. You freeze in place as his hands find their way to your breasts. "I'm your enemy, can't you find someone who's not intent on killing you?" You say, attempting to make him believe you don't want him.