Fleeting Moments (An Angels of Death Reader-Insert)

Chapter 4: B5 Continued

Second Person POV

You saw this coming, but it was sooner than you anticipated. You and Daniel were in a storage room past the operating room. Daniel said that he lost something precious to him, and he insisted that it was somewhere among these rooms. It had to be, and he wouldn't allow you to leave the place without him. He was straining your patience.

Daniel found a key to the storage, and he dragged you back there. The room was filled with eyeballs, and Daniel practically squealed in delight at the assortment. You immediately lost what little faith you had in him. He was the killer on this floor. You abruptly left the storage, claiming that there wasn't any time for this. You were nearly out of the operating room when Daniel's hands grasped your left arm roughly. You were about to grab the handgun in your pants, but Daniel surprised you with his hidden strength. His hands clasped both of your forearms tightly, enough to leave bruises on your sensitive skin, and spun you away from the exit.

Here you are now, chained into the operating chair, flat on your back as your psychotic co-worker smiles over your body.

"(N/n)," Daniel purrs, "You shouldn't have attempted to run away."

You don't bother to look at him. You take a deep breath in.

"Did it take you this long to figure out who I am, (N/n)?" Daniel continues. "Noooo... you're too smart. You must have known from the very beginning."

You turn away from Daniel. You refuse to associate with him, and you're disappointed with yourself. Are you actually going to die at the hands of this whack-job? ... When did Daniel ever believe in a God? You never took him to be a devout.

"Heeeey," Daniel pouts, "(Y/n)... look at me, please." The eerie man gradually leans on top of your chest. He gently strokes the right side of your face. When he tries to tilt your head to have you look at him, you simply jerk your head away and stare at the wall. It mildly impresses you that he doesn't become more aggressive with you. Instead, he sighs solemnly before speaking again, "I wasn't lying when I said that I love your eyes. They're the most breath-taking peepers that I've ever seen. I didn't think that was possible. Your eyes are lovelier than my mother's when she died..."

Daniel continues to spout on about his reasons for his fixation with eyes, and the only thing that interests you is that he was born without one eye. As for the rest, you tune out. You just want to leave this wretched place and go back to your apartment. Everything, especially this cluck of a hen that was monologing over you, has been a huge inconvenience to you. Your annoyance is growing quickly.

"... (Y/n)," Daniel's voice brings you back to reality, "I can't protect you and your eyes if you ascend to the other floors. Once above, you're fair game. Stay with me. I want to live beside your wonderful eyes for the rest of our days..."

You slowly shift your head to look at him. His tongue is hanging out of his skull, and he wears a Cheshire grin on his countenance. You slightly arch your brows. "You disgust me."

Dread immediately washes over Daniel's face, then fear. The drastic change makes you curious, but you keep your cool. You hold your gaze against his. The man is practically frozen above you. Is Daniel so easily offended?

Third Person POV

Daniel could hardly fathom what he just saw. The way (Y/n) looked at him brings back all of the faces of those children that bullied him long ago.

For a split second, her eyes flickered of dull life. Disgust. Hatred. It was all directed toward him.

It was his fault.