EverymanHYBRID Imagines 2

A Bleeding Heart: Evan/Habit

Evan and I are sitting on the couch late one night, him drawing, me reading, and then he suddenly goes rigid. I look up at him, confused, and then I realize that he's becoming Habit.

I slowly slip off the couch and look at him, wondering what exactly he's got planned for us today.

"Evan? Are you okay?" I ask.

"No," he says quietly. Then his voice changes. "I'm peachy."

"Evan," I say. "You don't have to put on your brave face around me."

He looks at me, his eyes darkening. He looks away, and then his body goes rigid again, and he hunches over forward and groans.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"He's trying to take over ... y/n, run!"

Normally, I'd say no, that I wasn't going to run. But the look on his face ... pure fear. And I know I have to run, even though I don't want to.

So I take off running. I go as fast as possible in the house, but then Habit appears behind me. He grabs my hair and yanks me back, slamming me against the wall. I cry out in pain, but he just laughs, relishing the pain I'm in.

He presses himself against me, and holds my hair in one hand, a knife at my throat in the other. He smiles at me, but it's a smile without any happiness that should be possible.

"You're a fucking bleeding heart, aren't you?" He leans closer, digging the knife into my skin, but not far enough yet to kill me.

"You're a disgrace," I hiss.

He laughs. "Am I? Look at yourself, y/n. You are the disgrace here." He tilts his head to the side. "Ah, I see now."

"See what?"

"You're pregnant, y/n."

My heart leaps. No. Way. I can't be ... but then I remember that I have indeed had sex with Evan.

"You know what that means, bleeding heart?"

"I'm sure you'll tell me," I say.

"You're gonna die."

He then stabs me in the stomach, and I scream. Mostly from fear of what he's just done, but then he rips the blade out and stabs me in the heart.

It only hurts for a second, but then ...