Choke [MCD x Reader] [DISCONTINUED]

Where Do We Go

Lucinda didn't know what she expected when (Y/N) called her. She's used to calls from them, whether it be asking for weapons or a place to store a body. Lucinda was the crew's go-to for things like that.  She had connections everywhere and anywhere that could do just about anything for the right price.

Lucinda was used to odd and strange requests so it came as a surprise when (Y/N) asked her for new masks. It was something so strangely mundane.

"Mine's severely fucked. Cracked right down the middle," they explained, "Zane's mask is stained, so is Aaron's. Travis lost his. Our masks are sort of really important. If you could find us some, that'd be lovely."

"And where do you suppose I find these masks?" Lucinda asked. She had visited their apartment far too many times to count on her hands. It was practically a second home fore her at this point. The Masked Shadow Crew, or whatever the public had named them, were more of a family to her than her actual family.

"It's your job to know, my dear." (Y/N)'s voice was teasing, dancing on the edge of flirtatious. Lucinda was used to the slightly condescending tone. It was as welcoming to her as a hug would be to a young child.

She turned and left, going about her quest to find a few masks.

+

If asked, Travis would say his favorite part about being among a group of criminals is the ability to do whatever the hell he pleased. He'd say he enjoyed the power it gave him and the confidence boost he felt. He'd never mention how the leader of this group was charming and attractive. He'd never mention how his heart would beat whenever the leader would laugh at his jokes or throw an arm around his shoulder. He wouldn't mention any of it.

"Yo, Trav, can you get me a bag of chips?" (Y/N) asked, turning towards the green eyed man. They had a smile on their face and a pleading look in their eyes. Travis couldn't say no. Not when (Y/N) looked at him like that.

"Sure thing, man. What flavor?"

"I'm good with anything." 

Travis would never admit how the first time he laid eyes on (Y/N), he knew he was screwed. They were on the train platform. Peering over the edge, they had a carefree smile and their eyes held a childlike wonderment. When they caught Travis staring, they flashed him a bright and beautiful smile.

From then on, Travis knew he couldn't leave them. He befriended them and followed along with their crazy plans. When things went south, he stuck by (Y/N) through whatever. Even throughout all the crimes and murders. He learned to love those things as well. 

"I'm gonna kill him," (Y/N)'s voice was surprisingly calm as they took out a knife from their bag. They stared at the man responsible, anger hidden in their eyes.

Travis watched his friend, a sadness deep in his chest. They were broken down and mad. Very, very mad. (Y/N) was set out to kill the man that had killed his parents. The man who shot a bullet through their heads. All (Y/N) wanted was revenge. To right a wrong.

"I won't stop you," Travis whispered. He watched as (Y/N) looked at him and smiled a sad smile. They knew exactly what they were doing. Travis had no doubt about that.

(Y/N) handed Travis a green bandanna. "Put it over your mouth. We don't want anyone to see us and remember our faces." As Travis took the bandanna and tied it on, (Y/N) pulled out a (f/c) one and secured it tightly around their mouth and nose.

The man was dead minutes later. (Y/N) killed him quickly and quietly, no one other than Travis being there to witness as the man breathed his last breath. He deserved it, Travis thought. He deserved it. Even as he helped (Y/N) cut the body up and dispose of it, he couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of it all. The pressure of staying silent. The fear of being caught. The pure euphoria when you get home without any repercussions. The relief when you realize you won't ever get caught for the crime. Travis fell in love with it all. It was a bonus that he got to experience it all with (Y/N) by his side. (Y/N), who seemed to calm for this to be his first time doing it all.

"I hope you like salt and vinegar 'cause that's all that we have," Travis said as he threw the bag of chips at (Y/N). They laughed and it was a beautiful sound.

"Better than nothing."

+

"The stars are bright," Zane mentioned. He stood next to (Y/N) on the roof of the apartment, staring at the sky above him. It was a rare occasion when the lights from the city didn't drown everything out. Nights like these were his favorite.

"Yeah, it's quite a sight, huh?" (Y/N) looked at the constellations, making a mental note of which ones they were able to see that night. 

"Very amazing," Zane said. His eyes drifted to the person next to him, drinking in their features. He memorized the way the stars reflected in (Y/N)'s eyes. He took in the way they held themselves, as if there was a secret resting upon their shoulders. He admired the way their hair looked so beautiful in the moonlight, despite the obvious tangles. 

"Shame that the city's so goddamn loud."

"Such a shame."

Zane was shaking. Blood coated his hands and clothes. His thoughts ran and ran, making his anxiety worse and worse. The knife in his hand fell to the ground, the sound it made when it hit the tiled floor was deafening. Was he crying? He didn't know. Everything was crashing around him as he stared at his father's dead body.

"What have I done?" he whispered to himself. 

"What you had to." Zane turned around quickly, trying to spot the source of the unknown voice. Someone with a fox mask was sat in the window, staring at him. How long were they there? Did they see the whole thing? But, most importantly, have they called the police? "You're dad was a terrible, terrible man. Stealing money from the poor, using the homeless as guinea pigs. I was on my way to kill him, but it seems that you did the job for me. Now, what pushed you to kill him?"

"He, well, he kept-he kept pushing. He never stopped. Took me out of school. Forced me to follow behind him. I'm the pushover in the family. He took advantage of that."

The figure in the window came closer, examining the body. "A bit messy. You could've tried to minimize that. But that's fine. I can work with this." They placed a finger in the pool of blood and drew a symbol on a clean spot on the floor.

"What're you doing?"

"Making sure the police don't put the blame on you. Now, grab that knife you dropped and follow me. We've got quite the journey to make from here."

"What? I can't- I can't go with- with you."

"You want to be locked up?" Zane shook his head. "Then follow me."

"Just tell me who you are first."

"I'm (Y/N) but the police have taken to calling me the Fox or, this one's my favorite, the Masked Devil." Zane knew that name, his brother would talk about how he kept evading capture and giving the PDPD (Phoenix Drop Police Department) a hard time. The news would mention this person often, warning citizens about the crimes they had committed.

"We should head in before it gets too cold. I'm already shivering," (Y/N) said. They made no effort to move despite what they had said. The stars had them glued to the spot. 

"Yeah, we should." Zane didn't move either