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[Radar x Reader] Listen to me

Trigger warning!
This oneshot will include writing about terrorist and suicidal thoughts.
This oneshot was requested by Minkaz123

Why the heck there are so few arts of Radar?!

Your POV.

My vision is blurry, I cannot hear a thing clearly. That's most likely because of the amount of drug that had been inserted in me, but it may be because that's what life is. Just an array of colours and sounds, nothing more, nothing less. Who needs to have such a life anyway?! Certainly not me.

I'm standing on the minecarts stop, waiting for the next row of grey boxes to arrive. There are more people standing around me, talking and waiting and just living their boring lives. Usually there'd be more, but not these days. These days most people are too scared to use minecarts, going on horses instead. Oh, well. It's not like it would help them. Not for much longer.

My mind is all dizzy and I feel like I'm gonna throw up. What was that thing they had given me?! It makes me feel so drowsy, so obedient. Not that I was usually fiercy and rule-breaking, but I absolutely understand those people who talk by His name. They need to know for sure I won't try to do anything wrong.

Everything must go according to the plan.

Despite it's rather warm outside, I'm wearing a dark blue jacket with a hood on. It's much too big for me, but that's exactly the plan. This way, nobody will notice those fifteen explosive bars strapped around my waist and my chest. In the pocket I desperately hold on for the only thing that makes my heart beat - a small box with an even smaller black button. It's connected to those bars of the strongest type of TNT around me. Just one move of a finger - and I'm gone. Like a true hero.

The minecarts row finally arrives at the station, some people are already sitting in them. I sit exactly in the middle of the array, the perfect position to make as much damage as possible. I don't look around, I don't think, but I don't move yet. I have to do everything exactly as they tell me to.

The rail tracks will go below a bridge at one point. That's when I'll have to act. That bridge is crucial to Beacon Town, there are always people and horses crossing the river by it. When the bridge is no more, our people will have more power over these naive, these stupid heathens, who deserve every death that is brought upon them. They should even be thankful that they are dying on His orders, by hands of those, loyal to Him.

The lights on the station switch from green to yellow, and the last few people hurry to get inside the minecarts. All of a sudden I more feel, than see somebody climbing in my minecart, sitting down opposite to me. Through the mist in my eyes I make out a form of a young human, male, trying to get as comfortable as he could on his seat without bothering me.

Something inside me makes me look at him longer, than a couple of seconds. He has short black hair and a rather dark skin. He is pretty short, with a couple of freckles on his cheeks and deep brown eyes. The guy is wearing a dark-green hoodie and a pair of dark glasses, which make him look nice. But I know he's not one of us. If he was, he would've known what I had been told to do.

I close my eyes and lean back against the border of the minecart, peeping at the guy through tiny slits between my eyelids. He takes out some papers from his pockets, reading them all at once. I feel dizziness taking over me once again, the drug slowly wearing off. But it'll be enough to last until the bridge. It'll be enough to make sure I play my part.