Call Me Insane (Wilford Warfstache X Reader)

Chapter 14 - Escape

How can you fix a broken man?
How can you repair his broken mind?
How do you mend his broken plan?
How do you restore a broken pride?

 Does a traditional breakfast stop your lungs from beginning to deteriorate?

The words loop through my head, over and over again. His eyes, glued to mine, begin to slide down to the plate before me. 

"...I don't quite understand-"

"The Shot. I have told you. It could kill you. Don't you listen?"

"I know. I just- Can...Can you at least tell me what is in that shot. Please."

He stays quiet a moment, his eyes never leaving the plate.

"If you knew I would have to kill you."

"Then kill me."

The words knocked the wind out of me. They rang throughout the empty room. Finally my dreams of death have surfaced to reality. They float through the air and into anyone who chooses to listen. He slowly looks back up to me. His eyes met mine once more. And with one swift motion, pulling it up from under the table, there is a pistol in his hand. The awaiting bullet faced towards me. 

"You want this?"

His words were so sudden.

I try my best to answer but I stumble like I always have.

"I-I do."

He leaves the room frozen for a moment as he holds the gun in his hand. No motion. No sound. Then, reaching across the table, I feel the cool point of the muzzle against my head.

"Escaping. Escaping from all of this. Escaping to go to another land, leaving the damned here on this sweltering planet. That's what you want?"

"Yes."

He places his finger on the trigger and I could feel the steadiness of his grip over my temple.

"Do you know how many Mr. Warfstache kills a year?"

"What does this have to do-"

"So many that he can't count."

"I thought-"

"Those are the bodies that have been found. I do hope you understand that there are many people missing all over this world, Miss (Y/L/N)...Many in which might be because of my dear old friend."

A cold shiver runs through my body. Is that what he is doing right now? My mind drifts to him placing a man over a table. A saw blade, looming over his torso. The man's innocent life, filled with experience and love being drained with each inch of skin being torn apart. With each drop of blood spilling from his body. I could picture this mans skin turning pale. I could hear a beating heart come to a stop. I gulp.

"And well- I am not like Mr. Warfstache just yet- but I sure as Hell know a little bit about death."

I begin to brace myself for the impact even if I had never felt the feeling of dying in my life. Is it a short burst of pain before you collapse and feel the relief of the heavens hands? Or perhaps it is much more complicated, lying there, feeling the currents of blood till you are dry. I close my eyes.

Suddenly there is a chuckle and I don't feel the coolness of the steel against my head anymore.

"You are going mad, woman. You really think you can just go? Better yet, go with just a bullet to the head?"

I remain silent, beginning to recognize what I almost just allowed to happen.

"No. God no. You are in the presence of professionals who do not simply do things absentmindedly. Things like this are planned. Mr. Warfstache has a plan for you."