Angel - (Michael Langdon X Reader)

Chapter 2 - Afraid

One by one, Langdon pulled people out of the room, but none of them said anything odd about their experience. None of them were shaken like I had been. They acted slightly nervous, like they had been to a cutthroat job interview. But nobody else had cried.

I'll admit I am very sensitive, even Coco walks on eggshells around me. She is satisfied with my company. She says I'm a good listener, and believe me, she has a lot to say. Though now she seemed afraid to say anything to me, she was sitting with Galant across the room, whispering something in his ear. Emily kept glancing in my direction with a face of sympathy and wonder. She was most likely wondering what Langdon said to me to mess me up this bad. They chatted amongst themselves while I sat alone by the fire, a few tears rolling down my face. The interviews have been going on since breakfast, and now it is around dinner time.

As the last member of Outpost Three returned, my shaking and crying still hasn't ceased. Then Langdon appeared in the doorframe.

"(Y/N), may I have a word? The second round of this interview has begun" he says with a neutral expression. I simply nod, standing and smoothing out my rich purple dress. We return to the interview room and I take a seat, my body still in a panic. "Why are you still crying? And don't lie. I'll know."

In almost a whisper, I say, "I'm afraid, Langdon. I'm so scared." A few tears roll down my cheek. Langdon walks over and wipes them away.

"Afraid of what, Sweetheart?" He asks, but in his eyes I can tell he already knows. I look down to the floor. Avoiding his gaze as he prowls around me.

"Of being left behind. Here. To die," I squeak out.

"Of course, Dear, but theres something deeper you're so terrified of. The loneliness, maybe? Abandonment?" My eyes shoot up to find him directly in front of me. He runs the back of his hand admiringly down my cheek and jawline. "A desperation for love?" My breath catches in my throat.

"No... no you're wrong. I'm perfectly fine being alone."

He leans in next to my ear and whispers in a singsong tone, "I know when you're lying, (Y/N), don't try to trick me." He then states in a factual and harsh manner, "Everyone you have loved has abandoned you, haven't they? Your father left you by death, and your mother," he touches my shoulder gently. "She left you for dead, in the heart of the middle of nowhere, yet you still have love for her. Incredible." He looks me over in awe. "The irony in all of this is she thought that you were her the source of her problems, when really you were the cure," he says smoothly.

"No. She left me because I was a terrible daughter. It was my fault, Langdon" I cry, my heart shattering more with each tear.

He smiles in an all knowing way, "No, my angel. You were the only thing that could have saved her," his grin grows wider, "She died in the car on the way home." I never knew she had died right then. How did Langdon?

"I couldn't help that, sir" I say quietly, hoping not to come off as rude.

"Oh theres more to you than you know, Miss (Y/N). Haven't you felt, different from the others? Ever felt the sensation of power?" He stares into my eyes again, trying to read me. I stand up as he gestures me to "No," he pauses in thought, "Of course you haven't. Why would the most virtuous being on earth ever feel that way?" He leans in close, while I stay still in fear.

"You have questions that only I can answer. I can hear them" he says, his face inching closer. "And answer them I shall." His lips are practically touching mine. My heart is racing and I begin to feel faint. "Oh, Sweetheart," he states, leading me back to the chair I was sitting in, "You're so easy to mess with." I begin to become drowsy, my eyes slipping shut. He softly drags the back of his hand across the side of my face, "We have a while before dinner. Rest, Love."

And somehow, for the first time in a while, fell slept soundly.