Will You Trust Me? // Connor x Reader

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Reborn Again

The gun in your hand was as black as the night, completely submerged in the darkness just as you and your shadow were. You feared for Connor's safety, for his LED was a very prominent, colorful light in the dark. It would be easy for your captors to spot this. He tensed as you reached around his head to cover the small ring of light, your gun still clutched tightly in your right hand. Those footsteps just kept getting closer and closer; as they did so, the rate of your heartbeat rapidly picked up, beating quickly against Connor's arm.

You bit the inside of your cheek as your finger wrapped around the trigger, a small click sounding from the gun as you pressed down on it just slightly.

"Fucking bitch can't be anywhere else. I know she's 'ere, brat," That voice was Vikk's, his more distinctive accent indicating so. During your time with them, you had picked up on a few words they often spoke to each other. You had recognized that Vikk called upon his brother, which meant that Errin had come to and therefore, was also with them.

"She's dead if I find her," Errin spoke, his voice sounding hoarse, yet pained.

"Not getting some use outta her, right Boss?" The other unknown man suggested, chuckling afterwards. His statement caused the two brothers to laugh along with him, indicating that they had agreed upon his request.

The way they talked about you like that... it made you sick to your stomach. It made your gut churn with implacable hatred; such pent up desire to do unspeakable things to them had built up for so long inside of you. You wanted to release this anger somewhere, to do something about it, to let it go-- and what better way to do so than with a bullet?

You waited for their footsteps to settle right in front of you. You wished you could see them, but you had to rely on your other senses to assist you in landing your attack just right. If all went well, you could be free... forever.

One simple step of a heel was all you needed, and you let your own arms carry you forward as you released Connor from your hold. You had a tendency to have an itchy trigger finger when it came to holding a gun, and you didn't let that hold you back as you swung the gun in front of you; the shot rang out in the darkness, the subtle clink of metal hitting the ground as the cartridge fell from its bullet.

There was the rattle of someone's magazine, followed by various shifty footsteps in the darkness. You felt a hand grip your forearm and pull you to the ground in one quick swoop, the sound of someone else's finger pulling the trigger into the foul abyss. You knew not who's gun it was, you just knew that their bullet did not find you.

The hand that pulled you to safety was now pulling you back up from the floor and was urging you to run along with them. You could no longer see Connor's LED in the dark, anywhere. Panic started to build up as you came to the conclusion that the very hand that was pulling you to the doors of the store could very well be the hand of one of your captors. You prayed that the fighting going on behind you as you ran was between the blinded men and was not between two of the men versus Connor.

The subtle glimpse of familiar sienna in the glass gave you enough reassurance to continue on, especially since a bullet had just whirred past both of your heads and had shattered the fragile glass beside you. Connor took no chances and pulled you through the newly opened glass, past the white sheet, and into the plaza. His strong arms lifted you up against his chest as he ran faster and farther than you ever could've. The stares of the few late-nighters that still roamed about the plaza was enough to make you feel insecure about your attire and current situation since both were somewhat... unusual.

Snow fell in small flakes on top of Connor's head as he turned the corner onto another city street, quickly bustling the two of you into a vacant autonomous taxi. The skin on his hand pulled away as he started to interface with the screen attached to the dashboard of the car. His expression fell as soon as he touched the small surface.