Hunter and the Hunted - Kapkan x Reader

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A single plank from the barricaded window broke and something blue and glowing was tossed in. The two white-masks drew their weapons and pointed them at the window. The blue thing burst and the lamp above you goes dark, the entire room was pitch black. Gunfire erupted from the window and the white-mask in the corner fell. The one in the doorway bombarded the window while advancing toward you. He reached for you and started to drag your chair but he stopped and let go, his gun clattered to the floor and blood flowed out of his mouth and splattered onto your chest. He fell to the floor and standing behind him was a tall man in a bulky green ghillie suit. His hood was pulled up and he wore a green half balaclava exposing his dark eyes. You squirmed and made muffled noises in terror as he cleaned the blood from his blade with his fingers. He approached you and brought his finger to his lips gesturing you be quiet. The window crashed open and another man in a black gas mask flew through the window on a rappel line. The man in the ghillie suit moved behind you and started slicing through the ropes on your wrists. A wave of joy washed over you as you realised you were being rescued. He gently removed the tape from your mouth.

"Thank you", your voice was strained and hoarse. You had no idea you were so thirsty. Your throat was dry and scratchy.

"Stay close", he had a thick Russian accent that caught you off guard. You shuddered.

"Get her out of 'ere, I'll push up 'til the rest of the team gets 'ere". The man that came through the window had a striking northern English accent, he sounded much older and had a more matured  voice. The Russian man nodded, lifted you by your forearm and guided you down the hallway. He moved quickly and methodically, stopping occasionally and gesturing you to be utterly silent as he listened intently around each corner. You could hear the white-masks hunting around. The Russian man never engaged, he must have not wanted to endanger you. You had almost reached an exit when he froze, he yanked you behind him and he held his pistol steady. A white-mask appeared around the corner and sprayed a shower of lead in your direction. Your rescuer's pistol fired three bullets and the white-mask fell on the first two.

"Hurry".

You reached a courtyard on the second floor. You were almost home free but you had to get down to the ground somehow. The Russian pulled you to the ledge and looked you in the eye.

"We're gonna have too rappel down OK? It's not that far just do as I say". You nodded shakily as he tied a rope around your waist and clipped you to his rappelling harness. He fastened the hook to the ledge and gave it a tug before he took a step over the edge with you on his side. It wasn't as bad as you thought and you were quite enjoying the abseil down. Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone emerge from the building. Before you even had a chance to react you felt the most immense pain in your side. You shriek in pain and your rescuer curses in Russian before blowing four holes in the white-mask that shot you. He hurries to get you to the ground as you are still screaming in agony. He lifts you into his arms and he bolts for the police barrier, yelling for help. The flashing lights and sirens overload your senses and make the pain more unbearable. Someone rushes up to the both of you, their black and white helmet looms over you.

"Ma'am can you hear me? Are you injured?", his french accent fades as your vision blurs. The last sight you can make out is the guilt etched on the Russian mans face.