Days Gone Oneshots

Deacon St. John || Phantom in the Night [5/5]

A/n: I present you with the conclusion of this mini series unless someone wants it to continue a little longer.

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

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~✨Celestial✨~
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Prompt: Deacon searches for you in a desperate attempt to mend the wounds that have been inflicted over the past weeks. Slowly but surely, the wounds in your heart are healed.
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~3rd Person POV~

"A gas station, huh?" Deacon mumbled to himself as he examines the area Captain Kouri circled on his map. He walked over to his bike and mentally mapped out a route to the gas station. "You better still be there, (Y/n)."

Departing from Diamond Lake, Deacon drove up the windy path up to the highway and headed straight for the gas station located off Highway 97. He had heard about the numerous of hordes that wander around the area from a few people on Wizard Island and hoped (Y/n) hadn't decided to take it upon herself to wipe out every single one.

The drifter was quite amazed and mesmerized at how (Y/n) wasn't frightened whenever she saw a horde. In fact, she found it exhilarating and always found it to be a welcoming challenge. All she was terrified of was not having all the supplies she needed to execute her plan. It would even disappoint her if there was a horde she couldn't face due to the lack of materials.

Deacon was sure of two things: (Y/n) was definitely not Sarah and he was very glad she wasn't. She was full of energy and was a hurricane of surprises. In all honesty, he has never felt so alive unless he was with her.

Arriving at the gas station, the first thing Deacon noticed was (Y/n)'s bike. The motorcycle was torn to pieces as if someone or something ripped it apart. The metal parts were bent and pulverized. "What the hell did this?" He glanced around, noting the corpses of the squatters. From the bullet holes in their heads, and no other wounds on their bodies, he knew it was (Y/n)'s doing. "Clean kill. Every single one of 'em."

By the gas pumps, Deacon found the radio Colonel Garret had gifted her after her first assignment. He picked up the device to make sure it still worked before clipping it to his belt and checking the interior of the gas station. He vaulted through a shattered window and landed behind the counter. The garage was void of anything except for a few empty racks and there was no one in the small convenience store.

When Deacon was about to give up and search further down the road, he saw the storage closet was closed. He wasn't leaving until every possible spot (Y/n) could be hiding was checked.

Slowly, the man opened the metal door. The small room was dark and he clicked on his flashlight, scanning the darkness, he found a figure balled up on the floor in the corner. Seeing the familiar unsettling mask obscuring the person's face, Deacon rushed to their side.

Deacon fell to his knees beside her, swiftly tugging the mask off her face. Her (e/c) eyes were sealed and her skin was pale and clammy to the touch. Turning her body over, he noticed a thin slash in her shirt and a crimson stain on the side of it. "Sorry 'bout this, sweetheart, but I've gotta see what happened to you." He lifts her shirt and saw a gash trail from her back to the side of her hip.

Without hesitation, he whipped out a sterile bandage  and wrapped it around the wound to prevent an infection. He grabbed his radio and contacted Captain Kouri, knowing he would pick up. "Captain, I found (Y/n), but she's in bad shape. I need someone to pick her up. There's no way I can get her back on my bike in her condition."