Waiting Until Dawn {Mike Monroe x Reader}

Chapter 4

(Y/n) P.O.V.

Where are they? Chris? Ashley? Josh? Mike? Who does this freak have? What has he done? My thought keep spiraling. Tears still fall from my eyes, but my sobs have turned to sniffles. I tremble, but I'm not sure if it's from fear or from the cold. I find myself wishing to be with the people I had for so long avoided. I want Chris to tell me that he, as my big brother of 6 minute, will always protect me. I want Mike to wrap his arms around me, and tell me it's okay. I want Sam to look at me with her small smile, and reassure me. I hope the others are okay...

I don't know how long I've been here when the masked psycho comes into the room. "Hey, you fucker, let me out! And what have you done with the others?" I spit. He doesn't say a word, just calmly walks over to me. He looks at my arm as if...checking to see if I got burned? I notice a bloody spot on his shoulder. He grabs the back of my chair, pulling it behind him. The metal on floor screech fills the silence. "What are you doing? Please don't hurt me!" I panic, looking for something to cut my restrains or this douche with. I struggle to try and a get some room, but nothing works. I end up being brought to a room, where I have view of two people sitting at a chair. It's a Chris and Ashley. "No...! No! Let them go, you fucker!" I'm once again ignored. Duct tape is put over my mouth, then the chair is moved closer to the pair. Soon they wake up.

"Ohh. Shit... oh crap... Ash? ASH!!" Chris shouts. I try to say something, but it's muffled. He looks over. "(Y/n)...shit...j-just hold on." He looks around. Ashley wakes, and has a black eye. "Aw, Jesus, Ash - what did he do to you?" "I think... he hit me..." "Shit. I'm gonna murder his fucking face off." I want to say something about that being a dumb phrase, but again, can't. "What is this?" Ash asks. "This is him. This is the guy who killed Josh -" My eyes widen, and I start shouting. Josh is dead... Chris and Ash look over. "It's okay, (Y/n), we'll be okay." He says, but it's panicked. "No, Chris... Oh my god no!! Oh god... Chris!!" Ashley sobs. "You murdering piece of shit! You MONSTER!" Chris shouts. "Look around!! We're gonna die, Chris! - I don't think I'm ready to die..." My heart aches.

"No-one is going to die." "I wish I could tell you... it's just not fair!" "What? ... Tell me what?" "It's too late! Chris, what's the point?!" "Stop it, just say..." "We're always talking around it, and now, I mean, we've wasted everything!" Despite the circumstance I can't help but think about how my ship is sailing. "Ashley... none of it was wasted." "What do you mean?" "Every second that I spent with you was the only thing I ever wanted to do with my time." I'd awww if I could. If only this was some tv show and not real life. "What are you saying, Chris?" "I'm sorry... I should have told you how I felt." Damn, even in a hostage situation I'm third wheeling. "Chris...!" "Ashley, I swear, when we get out of this-" He is interrupted by a saw above them that starts spinning, and starts slowly moving down on them.

"Oh god!" Chris shouts. I pull against my bonds, trying to do anything to help. "AHH!! No! Help, Chris!" Ashley screams. "(Y/n), Ashley-- I'll get you out of this! I won't let you die!" Chris promises. Ashley screams and sobs. Silent tears flow down my cheeks. I can only hope the others are okay. "Hello there my special little subjects." The voice says. "I'm so scared, Chris-" "Aw, shit. Don't be scared -" "Oh, you should be, Ash, because here's the twist: Chris has made one fatal choice already today..." I'm confused. What happened? "Oh no... no..." Ashley whimpers. "...and now he must make another. Chris, you can take that gun in front of you and shoot Ashley, or you can shoot yourself. Whoever is left, can live! If you refuse to choose, your sister dies." A blast of fire comes from nowhere, getting real close. I scream as much as I can with the gag, and then hyperventilate as the flames burn through my jacket. It's doesn't burn my arm, but gets too close for me to not panic. With the gag, I find it even harder to breathe. "The choice is yours."

Chris attempts to shoot the saw. The Psycho chuckles. "Don't be so silly, Chris." Chris looks at Ashley, then me. He aims the gun at himself. I want to stop him. I struggle so much the chair falls over. "Wait, stop, you can't do it Chris, it should be me. You chose to save me before, let me choose this time... Let me choose to save you." Ashley begs. "Oh fuck!" Chris mumbles. "If I do one last thing in my life let me do this! Chris, please. Oh god... No! Oh god..." Chris's hand shakes as he raises the gun, keeping it trained on him. Tears fall fast from my eyes. Fuck! Chris! Oh god...please NO! Chris pulls the trigger, and a shot rings out.