MCSM oneshots (Discontinued)

Slave

A/N this is female jesse btw

yes i have become a lukesse shipper please don't kill me :')

It's like I'm bound to the wall again, the heavy chains coiled around my wrists, and every time I try to pull away, it only gets tighter. And tighter. And tighter. "Let me out!" I screamed, but nobody was there to listen. My raspy voice resonated throughout the dead silent prison.

Then there was the sound of metal clanging against flesh, the impact knocking the wind out of me, bringing me down to my knees. The darkness swam across my vision, threatening to take away my consciousness. I felt my throat closing up, finding it increasingly difficult to breathe in, as if something was crushing my lungs, not gradually but all at once. Gasping, choking for air, my hands reaching up to my neck to find it in chains, and I slipped my fingers in between my neck and the chain, desperate for air.

"Looking for something?"

It was him.

Holding the key in his hand, twirling it around. I knitted my eyebrows into a scowl, taking deep, shallow breaths.

"Oh, I forgot - you can't talk. Oh well!" He maniacally laughed, before snapping the key in half. And throwing it into a fire. I watched as the metal of the key melted away, confirming the fact that I was trapped here forever, left to rot. I slumped against the wall in defeat, tears starting to blur my vision, sliding down my cheek, soaking through my shredded shirt.

"Champions don't cry, Jesse." The way he said my name, like it was so unnatural like I was such an unbearable person was just infuriating. "Get out of my head!" I cried, sounding so pathetic and helpless, and then the darkness consumed me.

This time I was tied up to a chair, a light hanging above me flickering on and off to my annoyance. There was the sound of echoing footsteps growing louder and louder as they approached me. I squinted my eyes, my vision is blurry, and a choked sob escapes my mouth as I see who it is. Petra. Wearing her normal armor, her hair tucked into her bandana, except there was once thing that was unrecognizable about her. Her expression, looking so helpless and lost. "Jesse?" She whispered, raising her hand to mine. There was some kind of barrier, because she jerked her hand away, a pained expression on her face. Then there was a voice.

"Be my slave."

Him again. "Never!" I growled.

"Fine, have it your way." I saw the knife raised to her throat. "No, wait!" I screamed, but I was too late. He dragged the knife across her throat, and I could see the life spilling out of her, as she struggled to take in air, and she started choking on her own blood, and it was dribbling out of her mouth and dripping onto her armor, and she collapsed on the ground.

Dead.

"Petra!" I screamed, over and over, violently thrashing my body, restraining against the ropes while everyone I knew and loved was killed and tortured in brutal ways. Burned, hung, drowned, crushed, you name it. At the point when I think there couldn't be anyone left, couldn't be anyone left to love in the world, and I was a mess of tears and regrets, he brought out my only weakness. Lukas.

"No! Don't hurt him!" I screeched, my heart rate accelerating as I saw him grab Lukas's arm harshly.

"Then give me your life in exchange for it." He said.

"Okay, just please don't hurt him!" I said, relieved that Lukas wasn't being hurt. Not at the moment. "Jesse! No!" The sound of his voice made my heart break. "No, please!" He said, running up to me, smacking into the barrier between us. I just shook my head, whimpering when he cut the ropes of my chair, and I collapsed in a heap on the floor. I looked at where Lukas was, blood staining the walls, splattered everywhere. I just layed there, expecting something like a knife, since I agreed to give my life for his, and then I saw him.

"Life is unfair." He said, really slow, emphasizing on the 'unfair'.

Bringing Lukas to his knees. Raising the gun to his body.

Putting a bullet through his head.