Nick Clark Imagines

Military Facility

I sat in one of the many cages in the dim lit area, other pleading the guards to let them free as my foot tapping on the floor in worry. I placed both hands on each side of my head, gripping my hair gently before rubbing my face. I don't even fucking remember how long I've been here for...

"You alright there, darlin'?" A deep voice asked me and I glanced up seeing a dark-skinned man wearing a very expensive suit in front of me. I let out a small sigh, shaking my head as he sat down next to me.

I rolled my eyes at the sound of the adult weeping next to us, glancing towards him as he looked at a picture of what I assume is his family. The posh man sitting next to me stood up, standing next to the man holding the picture, staring down at him.

"I look at a person like you and I know. You are a buyer. How do I know? Because I am a closer," he spoke pacing in the space in front of us as my eyes stay on him. "I can sell anything, everything. Ask anyone. Except, uh, insurance." He laughed, shaking his head a bit.

He began talking about family, making the guy sitting on the bench cry harder as I tilted my head to the side, wondering what this wealthy man is trying to do.

"Douglas, what's wrong?" He asked, sitting down next to him as the crying got worse. I leaned my head against the fence, closing my eyes as I try to drown the sound out before I go completely insane. "Buck up. I think I found you a bright side." The guy in the suit took the picture from Doug's hands, glancing down at it. "I presume this is the wife."

"Maria," Doug told him, looking at it longingly.

I tuned out the conversation, thinking back to when I was first taken to this damn forsaken place.

I was sitting with my stepfamily in the Military run "safe zone," watching some of the men patrol around the cul-de-sac as a doctor went from house to house, checking on people who needed medication and whatnot. I could hear my stepfather whisper to his boys and I glance behind me, seeing the three of them huddled up as I sighed.

Doctor Exner, she calls herself, came to our house next, greeting me with a small smile before talking with the step, both of them stepping into the house. They talked about what felt like ages but was only a few minutes before she took her leave.

"She doesn't need to do a checkup?" I asked my stepfather and he shook his head, not even looking at me as I sighed, heading into the house, going to my room. I looked at the picture of my mother and I on my mirror, sighing sadly. "I wish you were still here..."

That night some military soldiers came into the house, claiming they had one of our names on their list to bring to the facility. "Y/N L/N." One of them spoke as my heart stopped.

My eyes looked towards my stepfather and brothers as they had this stupid grin on their faces, the soldiers grabbing my arms, escorting me out of the house. "W-Wait no. There's got to be a mistake. I'm not sick!" I yelled, fighting their grip.

I was snapped out of my memories when I felt the fence move, seeing Doug's body laid against it, the crying got worse as two soldiers came in and took him away.

The man leans against the fence next to someone else, not really able to see their face as they sat on the floor, tucked into themselves. "So, then, who the hell are you?" He asked, looking down at the person.

I let out a small gasp as the person looked up, gripping the edge of the bench. "Nick..." I whispered, moving closer to him. "Nick? Is that really you?"

He looked over towards me, his eyes widening and I stood up, walking over towards him. "Y/N? What are you doing here?" I kneeled down next t him, placing my hands on his face, analyzing every inch of it.