The Girl who Survived Hell (h2odelirious x reader) [completed]

Protect the Innocent

  hi again everyone !! this chapter and the next ones come will be longer, yay !! i honestly love this story, that might sound cocky butttttt XD
-maggie

  The next, and maybe the last sound you'll ever hear, was the sound of Ray, pressing the trigger on his magnum pistol.

    You took a deep breath, that's when the reality of what was happening kicked in. This is where you die. In the middle of a camp in the woods, how unoriginal could this get?

  You closed your eyes and felt a shockwave of pain in your stomach. Stomach wounds were fatal, in the war, medics don't pick up people with stomach wounds, because there is no saving them.

  You didn't scream, He'll, you didn't even cry. You just fell to the ground and put your hands over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. So much blood flowed out of your stomach, you began to feel light headed.

  Ray walked over to the other campers, who were still on the ground. He started to wave his pistol at everyone, you could tell he was yelling, even though all you heard was mumbling.

  You remembered that the bloody pocket knife was a little ways away from you, you tried to stand up, to grab it, but to no avail. You started to crawl until you got close enough to grab the knife.

  You stared at the knife in your hand. Your vision was starting to go a little blurry, signaling you would pass out soon. Your hand was covered in your own blood, it was smeared all over the knifes handle.

  You heard a muffled scream, you turned to see a gun to one of the campers head, the one that was talking to the taller man earlier. You began to crawl over the the group silently.

  Eventually you got close enough to Ray, you sunk the knife into his left calf. He started to yell, that's when the masked man tackled him. The man started hitting Ray in the face until he was out cold. Your vision started to fade, and you felt death start to consume you.

  You clutched your stomach as you vision started to flicker, like a dying light bulb, your eyes would shut, causing your vision to go dark, then come back, dark, than back, until the darkness was all that was left.

"BROCK! WE NEED HELP! HURRY!" You heard a familiar voice, and felt yourself being lifted and carried. You couldn't make out what else was said, as sleep consumed your whole body.

                           Time skip

  "Uh, girl, wake up." You heard a gentle voice tell you. You opened your E/C eyes to see the campers in front of you.

  You began to freak out, you squirmed around looking for something to protect yourself with, but the masked man put his hand on yours, signally it was safe, and you could relax.

You looked at all the campers, not saying a word. No one caught your eye quite like the masked man did. Something about him made you crazy.

  "Well, what's your name?" The tallest man was the first to speak up, even though you did hold him hostage, he didn't seem to angry about it

  "Y/N." You gave him your name, which signaled trust amongst you and the campers.

  "My name is Tyler, and this is Marcel, Evan, Brock, Delirious, and Craig." As he listed off all the names, he pointed to each one.
 
You earned a wave from Marcel, a wink from Brock, a smile from Evan, an invisible fedora tip from Craig, and a nod from Delirious.

  You took a second to look around at everyone. Marcel gave you a smile, and you smiled back. He through his fist in the air, like he was celebrating.

  "Ha! I told you she smiled! You owe me $20 when this is over Brock!" He pointed a finger at Brock, as if he was taunting him.

  You rolled your eyes playfully, it was kind of obvious why they thought you wouldn't be able to smile. For a moment you kind of forgot about her world, but that was only for a moment. You began to remember that Ray was still out there, you stood up from the bed nervously.

  "Ray!" You looked around at everyone waiting for a response.

  "That weirdo that shot you? We tied him up to a tree." Tyler responded. You let out a sigh of relief.

  You felt something drip down your back, like water. It rolled down your back and splattered on the floor. You looked down and saw that it was blood. You turned around to show the group, you heard the wince, so you turned back around to face them.

  "How did we not see that?" Craig asked the group. Evan shrugged his shoulders in response.

  "Y/N? Are you okay?" Brock asked you nervously, you nodded your head.

  "I don't feel it." You said, shrugging your shoulders.

  "Oh no. Okay. We need to get that bullet out immediately. How about right now. Yeah. Right now." Brock responded, and told everyone in the tent to go grab medical supplies.

  "Do we have anesthesia?" Brock asked. All he got was a head shake from Marcel, answering him. They didn't have any.

  "I need a towel...and someone who doesn't mind sitting here for a while." Brock told the group.

  Delirious stepped forward with a towel, he told Brock he could stay here with you through the surgery.

  "Okay so Y/N, it kills me to tell you this, but your going to feel every bit of this surgery." Brock said handing you the towel Delirious brought in.

  "You're going to need to bite down on that. We can't risk anyone or anything hearing you..uh...scream. Go ahead and lay down." Brock handed the towel and you put it next to your head.

  Delirious came back in the tent with a chair, and set it next to the bed. He let you get everything sorted out with Brock before he sat down.

  "Okay, put the towel in your mouth and bite down. We are going to start the surgery." Brock told you.

  You did exactly as he said. Delirious sat in the chair and took your hand in his. He nodded to Brock, telling him to start the surgery.

  You felt the blade of a knife go into the wound, you winced, but you tried not to move. Brock dug the knife further into the wound making you scream. Even with the towel the screams were loud. You spit out the towel, wanting to say something.

  "Please just stop! Just leave it in! Please!" You screamed to Brock, who wasn't stopping. He didn't even look at you.

  You begged and begged, but Brock wouldn't stop, he knew it was life or death. He sure as Hell wasn't letting you die.