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

The Kiss

ooooooo you and jon kissssssseedddd!! so sorry ! i know this should have been posted a long while ago, but i was on vacation! new chapters coming soon!
  Maybe this wasn't how you thought your first kiss would go. Well, this was your first real kiss with someone you loved.
  You never wanted this kiss to end. You could feel eyes on you. Did you care? Absolutely fucking not. You loved this man. You didn't care who saw.
  Why couldn't I feel this loved and safe all the time? Because the world is a cruel, evil place. Filled with those who desire to take away this feeling. But in Jon's arms, those people weren't real.
  Jon pulled away from the kiss. Looking you in the eyes. You two shared a moment of bliss, something that will be in the books forever.
"We escape. Tonight." You told everyone.
  They all cheered and roared. You were back and ready to attack. You and the team made lots of noise, causing soldiers to come down to your cell.
"What the fuck is going on?!" One soldier asked.
You looked to Jon and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' to him.
"Oh nothing. What's a big, strong man like you doing all dressed up as a soldier? Shouldn't you be leading this community?" You spoke in a flirting tone.
  You played with your hair and bit your lip. If there was one thing you were good at, it was leading people on.
"U-Uh..Well I am going to be promoted soon." The soldier puffed up his chest as he spoke. This was going to work.
"I'll be sure to watch," you said, biting you lip, "maybe you and I could get closer sometime?" You winked at the man.
"Of course miss, you now what, I think you've earned a little extra free time." The man led you out of the cell, taking you hand.
   You quickly grabbed his hand, twisting it back, and punched the man in the nose. Clearly, he wasn't that strong, he was out with just one punch.
  You grabbed the cell key and unlocked the cell and let everyone out. Jon came up to you, seemingly proud.
"Wonderful job, m'lady." He said, taking your hand, like a queen.
"Oh why thank you, good sir." You smiled at him. You two were obviously a power couple.
  The man had 3 guns on him. Evan took one, Tyler took one, and Marcel took one. They were the best with guns.
  You walked out of the cell room, walking onto the courtyard. You told all the boys to stop, you were going to go first.
  You walked onto the courtyard seductively. One leg in front of the other. You walked right into the middle of the courtyard.
  "Hi boys!" You yelled, letting the 'boys' drag on.
  The whole courtyard looked at you, you saw some of them drooling. You flipped your hair, preparing to flirt your way out.
  "I need a big, strong man to protect me, anyone up for the job?" You spoke softly.
"Oh wait, that's what I have these boys for." You were still speaking seductively, making them listen to your every word.
  The crew stepped out, guns loaded, they shot at the soldiers, taking all 3 out. You ran over to the bodies, handing out the guns. Everyone now had a gun.
The volunteer members of this so called community, just looked at you in awe. Maybe they were surprised, or maybe they were impressed. Either way, the attention was nice.
"Charles is in the hall, let's go!" Tyler shouted to the group.
You all started running to the town hall. It wasn't that far from the courtyard, so it wouldn't be long until you reach the hall.
It took about 5 minuets to reach the town hall. You and the team stormed in, everyone in the hall looked at you. There was new arrivals, two sitting across from each other on the podium.
You looked at the two, then at Charles. You kept looking back and forth, back and fourth. Until the whole world went black.
All the sudden you were back in the chair, across from Jon, holding the gun.
"No no no no no!" You screamed. Charles started to laugh at your attempt to escape this panic attack.
"You have one minute." He started counting down from 60.
You looked at Jon, and stood up from your chair, pointing the gun at Charles.
"You don't fucking control me you psychotic bitch!" You shouted him, waving the gun in his face.
"30 seconds, make your decision. Jon or you." Charles said, looking at you in the eyes.
"It's not either of us, my decision is you!" You took the gun and set it right in between his eyes.
You pulled the trigger without hesitation. Just like that you were flashed back into reality, standing above Charles dead body.
The whole hall was looking at you, why wouldn't they? You must have been yelling the whole time, and you killed Charles without knowing.
"Y-Y/N?" Marcel called your name, forcing you to turn around. He looked terrified.
"Ar-are you ok-okay?" You could tell he was scared. Why was he scared of you?
"Marcel I'm okay, please don't be scared." You had a pity in your voice.
You took a step towards Marcel, and almost immediately he took a step back.
"What's going You you guys? Why are you so scared of me Marcel?"
Marcel look down at your stomach. Your eyes were drawn there too. You looked down to see a knife blunged into your stomach. Oddly enough you didn't feel it.
You dropped the gun that was in your hand, and put both hands on your stomach. Wow. You've had many stomach wounds in your life, but this one, you thought was your last. You fell to your knees, still hold your stomach. Jon ran over to you, picking you up.
"It's ok-okay Y/N, you'll be okay, you'll be ok-okay, you'll be okay." Jon was choking on his words, like he was crying.
The words "you'll be okay" rang through your brain. You weren't going to be okay. You knew that. You knew this is where you die.
Evan ran over to help Jon with holding you up. He put your arm around his shoulder and his arm around your waist.
"Ye-yeah, you'll be fine. It's just a flesh wound. You'll be fine. We'll get you patched up, just like be-before!" He was trying to sound positive, but he was also choking on his words. Struggling to get them out.
"Let's go, we need to find a nurses station!" Brock shouted.
"It's okay. Don't waste medical supplies on me. I did this to myself. It's my fault. Just save them for someone who will need it on the future."
"No. We are going to use it on you, it's not a waste!" Jon told you.
"Just stop worrying about me all the time! I'm an adult I can take care of myself!"
You pulled away from Jon and Evan, immediately falling to the ground, you tried to stand up, but that's clearly wasn't happening. All the sudden you felt someone pick you up, and carry you.
"We need to hurry, she's going to get out of my arms eventually." It was Evan. Evan picked you up and had you in his arms.
Why would he do that? Evan? This isn't like him. He usually isn't his style. This is something Jon would do, not Evan. What's got into him?