EverymanHYBRID Imagines 2

Pretending: Evan/Habit

Evan and I have been having the weekend to ourselves. I have been loving it, just the two of us goofing around and kissing. Just being happy.

I am sitting on the couch, watching tv with Evan, and after a long period of silence between us, he speaks up.

"Y/ n,  what would you do if Habit won?"

To say his question caught me off guard is to be putting it mildly. I look over at him, confused as to where the question came from. But he doesn't betray anything in his eyes or his expression, so I don't know.

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

"If Habit took over and won, what would you do?"

"I'd avenge you. As best I could, that is."

"Would you kill us?"

"Only if I absolutely had to," I say. "But even then, I don't know if I could."

"But you'd have to," he says. "Habit wouldn't let you live, and he wouldn't let me or the guys live either."

"Evan, where is this coming from?"

He suddenly grabs my wrist, looking into my eyes with a scared look. "He's taking control." Then he bends over, gasps for breath, and straightens.

"Evan?"

"I'm not Evan," he says, his voice deepening. "You're mine."

Habit grabs my wrist and pulls me to a standing position. He is looking very crazed and angry. Then he pulls out a knife from its place on the table. He points it at my stomach.

"Let me go you sick bastard!" I scream.

"Shhh," he says. "This doesn't have to hurt."

"Evan! Evan, wake up!"

"Call his name all you'd like  -  he's not waking up."

I wrench my hand free and take off running. I reach the door just as he seizes my hand. I whip around and slap him with my free hand. He flinches, but doesn't even buckle under the force of the hit.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" he asks.

"Let me go, creep!" I exclaim, hitting him across the face as hard as I can. This time, his grip breaks, and he staggers back. I bolt out the door.

Habit follows me into the yard, and I run to the car. But he's too fast, and he grabs both of my arms this time and slams me against the car. He is grinning wickedly now.

"This is so much fun," he says, chuckling. "Goodbye, y/n."

I headbutt him as hard as I can, and he falls on his butt. I turn, barely able to see straight through the pain, and jump in the car. He slams his fists against the window so hard it cracks.

"You cannot escape this, y/n."

"Watch me."

I hit the gas, and I'm gone.