Bestia|Beast (Octane x Reader)

-No me jodas... - (English)

Anyway, I don't think he wanted to get close to me after what I did, so I went back to my team. There were five more groups left but just when I arrived they announced on the public address system that now only four remained.  

"Can I know where the fuck were you!?" The sanitary girl asked a bit more than furiously.

"The robot-legged boy got away from me when the other group came," I explained as I checked my gun ammunition normally, I had quite a lot.

Words weren't needed, she left so clear her opinion about it with that scary look.

-Octane...- she said without looking at me.

-¿Mh? Oh yeah, right...Octane...- I said remembering each and every one of his features before shaking my head so that this idea wouldn't blush me more than it already did.

The other teammate told us to go to the next ring, so I just run in his direction.

The marker was reduced, until being in three groups with an indeterminate number of legends.

We looked for a position crouched on a roof, each focusing on one flank, left, front, I the right, and the mountain that kindly covered our backs.

Was he still alive? I thought for a second before shots in the distance brought me out of my thoughts.

I pointed with my gun, and although I don't recall ever having taken a crosshair, there it was.
I saw someone skidding down the trail, but before I warned anyone I realized it was Octane, and I couldn't help but giggle when I saw my cape tied to his waist as a belt. I didn't think he was really going to use it.

[...]

The battle ended, it seems that our group, Octane and another group of three players remained.
The third group rammed us, and apparently also killed him.

I woke up on the ship again, this time in my bed as always I lost. And as always I lost, a memory of pain lashed my mind. They had killed me before, yes, but unlike last time, this one they left me bleeding to death while they finished with my teammates. And that hurt a lot more than a shot to the head.

I looked out the window, but there was no trace of light trying to sneak in through the blinds. That and a sepulchral silence contributed to make me think that was late at night.
I groped on the nightstand, looking at the time on the phone screen. [04:47]

"The fucking five in the morning..." I complained under my breath. To make matters worse my stomach reminded me with a ravenous hunger that it was not hours of being awake.

I got up sitting back on the edge of the bed in the moment I started to see how the room was spinning.
When I finally knew where the floor and ceiling were, I opened the door of the room. Again and as always, I had woken up wearing a short-sleeved shirt and knee-length pants, both in different shades of gray, and both kind of big to my body.

Players were not supposed to be under the age of eighteen, and they were generally over twenty. Although at that time I appeared to be twenty-one, (since it had to be that way to participate in the games), I was actually fifteen, and my clothes didn't exactly fit like a finger ring in either way.

I put on my mask, or rather the large dragon skull I wore as such, and took a look before leaving the bedroom. The hallway, barely illuminated by the dim lights that remained on the other side in the main hall, made the doors of the rooms large and imposing, and scarier each and every one of the shadows of the place.

I half-closed the door as I left, approaching the door to the next room out of simple curiosity. I didn't see or hear anything but deep snoring.
I went to the living room looking under the doors as I passed, not a light, not a sound, nothing. In the living room, the low-light minibar, the armchairs against the crisp window panes, the pool table, and a large table against the wall, with holographic gaming displays  made up the room.

The rooms used to be separated by large glass walls, but as soon as that became a problem, they remodeled the ship for the seventh season. At least that's what they told me.

I went behind the bar to drink a glass of water, leaning on it with the glass in my hand, I was thinking about what to do. The games were played on skipped days, giving us a day to rest between each battle. So I wasn't particularly worried about not sleeping that night, after all, tomorrow I had nothing to do but train, which I wouldn't.

I put the empty glass down and started to go back to the room to, I don't know, look at the ceiling until I fell asleep from boredom. Coincidentally, I heard as I walked down the hall, a certain scream forced to become a whisper; –¡Joder...! –. {–Fuck...! –.}

My face smiled involuntarily and I approached the door quietly.

I hesitated a moment before calling. Knock, Knock...knock.

-Sorry, sorry ...- He said a little louder and almost without regret.

-...-

Knock, Knock, knock...

-Yeah, yeah...-

I heard some noises before he come to open me, i gess he was putting his mask on or something.

-Who are y-...?- he did not finish the question, because he was silent when he saw me. -No me jodas...-

This phrase I have taken from one of the games I played a long time ago, we were all three in the best position and with an advantage, and they left us like shit...
"-We looked for a position crouched on a roof, each focusing on one flank, left, front, I the right, and the mountain that kindly covered our backs.-"
Let's make it a lil bit harder this time, three stars, three votes, and I'll upload the next chapter.
Thank you very much indeed for the support, so many comments overwhelm me (note the irony).