Bloodrush〈76 x Reader x Reaper〉

Chapter Seventeen: Reunion

You were coaxed out of your state of oblivion—not by Gabriel, but by a woman you'd never seen before.

She was older, appearing to be in her late forties. The colors of her eyes were starkly different, and she had a wide smile on her thin face.

An unsettling one.

As she sat on the side of your bed, she traced an elongated fingernail along your the skin of your arm.

In repulsion you jerked your arm away and shot the red-haired woman a look of contempt.

You knew who she was. And it took every ounce of self control for you to not wring her neck.

"Get away from me," You snarled as you rolled off of the bed in a swift motion and eyed her warily. You realized you were wearing a flimsy paper gown when it tore after your vigorous movement—exposing a good portion of your skin from the thigh up to the side of your breast.

"Can't we be civil to one another?" She stood on the opposite side of the bed, her face splitting into a grin.

"Screw you," You spat, eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. With only a sink, a toilet, and a bed, the room was undoubtedly a jail-cell.

"In time, you too will understand Talon's prominence in the world. You'll join us, and you'll be reunited with your love. Isn't that promising?"

You considered her words, but she started to make her way around the bed, prompting you to step back—in the opposite direction.

"Or would that be impossible because you're carrying another man's child?" She probed, her smile never dimming.

You froze in place, mind racing at the speed of light. Should you confirm or deny it? Either way, would this madwoman try to harm you or the life inside you?

"How did--"

"How did I know? Preliminary blood tests, my friend."

"We're not friends."

"Oh? I was hoping we could become close colleagues. We are both scientists after all."

"You're no scientist," The hatred inside you flared. "You're just some crazy bitch."

Reacting to your insult, the woman faded only to reappear directly in front of you by some unnatural means. She clutched your exposed arm, digging those disturbingly long nails into your flesh.

In pain and alarm, you inhaled sharply as rivulets of blood trickled down your arm.

"I won't be so kind to you if you keep this up," Her smile was gone. "I respect the sanctity of all life, but I will not hesitate to reconsider if you fail to cooperate." Then, she let go and walked towards a sink nearby.

What are you? You watched her—your nerves receding, replaced by your curiosity to understand her being. You glanced down at your arm and wrapped your hand around the puncture wounds to stem the bleeding.

The door to the room hissed open, and in walked a man whose form held multiple cybernetic enhancements. Your eyes briefly darted to the woman. Maybe she was cybernetically enhanced, too?

It doesn't seem like it. Your observation was put to an end when the tall, dark-skinned man spoke.

"This is hardly any way to treat our guest, Doctor," With hardly any room left in your cell, his deep voice commanded attention. He approached, easily towering over your form. Unceremoniously he tore a piece of fabric from his clothing, then proceeded to mend your wounds.

Your expression guarded, you peered up at him through your lashes and remained quiet. This man was at least twice your size, yet his mannerisms were surprisingly gentlemanly. He proceeded to remove his suit jacket and draped it around your shoulders to cover your indecency.