The Reaper (John Seed x Reader)

Chapter Two: Antipathy

You felt it. The beat of your heart putting pressure on every vein in your body. Your mind started to race with predictions, catastrophising about what these people would do to you if you got caught. You've heard the stories. The stories of how they took people's identities and shaped into something of their own creation. You'd heard how they were masters of manipulation. That you wouldn't realise you'd been manipulated even if someone told you the truth.

That was what you were afraid of. Losing yourself to a group of dedicated strangers, the idea of home growing further and further away until it was out of sight, was clawing at your mind.

All of these thoughts made your hands shake. You were worried you were going to pull the trigger, the barrel of your gun pointed directly to The Father's head from across the room. During all the catastrophising you began to picture what would happen if you did pull the trigger. How his body would go limp and fall to the ground in front of his siblings and his followers. Distraught on every face in the room.

This whole ordeal... would it be over? If you killed the leader right there and then would it put this madness to an end? Or would it make them stronger? One thing you knew for sure is that you would be dead in an instant as the rest of the followers aimed their guns back at you and shouted in retaliation to your threat.

The sheriff tried to keep order, gesturing to the marshal, the followers and you to lower your guns. But his authority meant nothing here and you noticed The Father walking down the aisle towards you, his other siblings staying stood on the platform.

But John, who was taking a step forward, felt the urgency to jump between you and The Father. Before he got further down the aisle the red headed man beside him firmly gripped his brother's shoulder, not allowing him to take another step. That must have been Jacob Seed. the eldest of the four.

As the Cult's recruiter and former Army marksman, Jacob Seed's main duty was protecting the Project at Eden's Gate. You quickly flickered you worried eyes to the soldier, observing his skin which was decorated with wounds and rashes. His eyes were terrifying to you, but your attention was drawn from him to The Reaper.

He felt his heart pulsing in terror, as if someone had threatened to take everything he stood for, the only thing that cared for him, the only thing that understood his complicated maze of a mind. He pictured running to you and pinning you to the floor, squeezing the life out of your eyes with your own gun shove down your throat.

His wrath was getting out of control. But the only thing that was stopping him do this, apart from his brother's firm and painful grip, was his interest in you. He wanted to know what made him interested, why he'd never given a shit about somebody else's thoughts until now and he hadn't even spoken to you yet.

His curiosity was seeping like the sweat from his rough and scarred skin. He couldn't wait to here you give in to his power, but, as much as he hated it, he needed to be patient.

Joseph was only a few feet away from you, his hands held up to calm the roaring storm that grasped the atmosphere of the room when you lifted your gun. John's eyes were widened, and his brows were furrowed. His wrath was boiling the frightened tears behind his eyes, but he remained composed.

Joseph looked offended and his unblinking and cold eyes that stared into yours were calming the fear you felt, his influence unsettling the comfort of security that your gun brought. Joseph looked around to his followers, his dead eyes making the protective followers lower their guns whilst yours remained shaking in your grasp. He lips parted as he began to speak with a deep-toned, sharp and rough voice.

"The path to Eden's garden will soon be clear to you my child. You just have to believe in yourself. Believe in me" he then spoke with a calm but terrifying wrath that was dripping off his tongue. "believe... in god's plan".

The eyes in his still skull darted to behind the Sheriff who was suddenly hit harshly on the side of a head by a follower and his fully loaded AK-47. With a short groan that sounded like a elderly man falling to his grave, the sheriff collapsed, unconscious.

Soon after the marshal's body laid on the cold and splintered wood of the church floor with blood dripping front its place of impact. You turned towards them in shock and held your gun toward those who had them, before you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned back around and ducked out of the way of the followers who tried to hit you unconscious. You tried to walk back away from them to get a good aim, but you were completely surrounded. For a split second everything went silent. You could hear the hairs on the back on your neck stand up.

But the silence was broken by the followers shouting as they went to restrain you. Punching and kicking any that tried to grab you, you jumped over one of the pews to gain some cover. The Father got out of the way to avoid getting hit in the all the commotion, when John started marching down towards it, his other brother reaching after him.

You were fighting off the shouting followers, their bloodshot eyes and dirtied teeth screaming at you. You back away from them when you stopped, unable to go any further when you feel a presence behind you. You went to punch them when The Young Baptists grabs your clenched fists in easy resistance.

He sees your other fist clench and goes to tightly grasp your wrist, digging his nails into your skin which caused you to yelp in pain and drop your gun to the floor, making a loud and deadly echo vibrate around the room.

He twists your lowered wrist and locks your arm behind your back, wresting his tense fingers on your throat. He spoke quietly, his words like daggers beneath the echoed beating of adrenaline in your ear.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" he grunted at your resistance, chuckling darkly on your neck. You groaned as he threatens to break your arm when you struggle against his grasp. However, he stops before he does so when Joseph beckons to him. "John. Enough".

He loosens his grip a little, his dug nails leaving your bloodied skin, the hand that was around your throat now gripping your bicep whilst your arm stayed locked behind your back. He gently turned you towards The Father, who had his arms extended towards you invitingly.

You were terrified, beginning to hyperventilate but forcing your breath under control. What were they doing to your team? Where were they going to take them? And what was going to happen to you?

The Father saw the fear in your eyes and gestured to his brother, the Baptist unlocking your arm from your back but still firmly holding you in place.

"You chose to walk away. You chose not to take me away from my children. And for that I am eternally thankful. God has seen your mercy. He has seen the many questions that trouble you worried mind. And we have all the answers you need. What is your name my child?"

You kept silent, not being so keen on the idea of giving your identity to these threatening strangers, of who you were brought to arrest. You felt his breath on the back on your neck as John's grip grew tighter and you winced at the pain before Joseph held a dismissive hand at him and spoke his name softly, cupping your cheeks.

"There is nothing to fear my child. We are as curious about you as you are of us. You just have to believe. Believe in taking a risk with us. We will lead you to salvation, we will hold you hand as we walk down the path to the safety of Eden's Gate. But we can't do that without something to call you by"

You looked at him, his eyes entrancing you. You weren't afraid. You felt a sudden comfort in the man's presence. But the prediction of what they would do to you next still plagued your mind.

(( ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ?))

|| sᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ "ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ" ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴғʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ!

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