Marthe Woertman Imagines

Hostage

Marthe and I were on one of the best dates we've ever had when we were walking past an alley on a close to empty street I got knocked out. When I finally wake up I'm tied to a chair. I groan opening my eyes and looking around the building. I was in a mostly empty building with a few people standing around as if waiting for orders. I then remembered Marthe was with me, I suddenly got more alert so I looked around more hurriedly mumbling her name under my breath worried. I heard a guy with a deep voice chuckle, with fear in my eyes I look up towards the voice. I see a man I've never seen before in my life and ask "Where is she?" "Oh you mean her?" He says as he walks to the side to reveal Marthe leaning against the wall not tied up. My heart cracks realising my slight suspicions that she was involved with a bad group of people becomes true. I always had a fear but never wanted to believe it. I couldn't help but fall in love with her, till the point I didn't care if she killed me one day. Tears well up in my eyes as I start to understand what may be happening. I notice Marthe looking down as if not daring to look me in the eyes. I look back at the guy and ask "What do you want from me?" "Well Marthe here had a few months to get close to any girl she could fool and give her to us to do anything to." He says gesturing to Marthe. I notice Marthe visibly cringe a little but no one else noticed. "So your saying, she could have gotten any girl but she picked me?" I said looking in between the Marthe and the guy I assume is her boss. I then start to thrash around in the chair at least trying to escape even though I knew I probably had no hope. The guy laughs at my attempt to escape and spits out "Make sure she stays put till we decide how we're gonna kill her." My head snaps up to look at him with horror in my eyes at the word kill. I see from the corner of my eye Marthe's head shoot up and look up with wide eyes too. The guy and a bunch of other people walk out to do who knows what leaving just Marthe with me. I move more and eventually fall over. "Urgh" I groan as I fall to the ground with a thud. Marthe takes a slow walk over to me and squats next to where my head was on the floor. "You never know when to give up huh?" Marthe scoffs. I look up at her and see that the tone of the voice and the look in her eyes don't match up. I look up at her and smile fondly knowing I could always tell when something wasn't ok even if she would tell me or not. "Why do you still love me after all this?" Marthe asks not understanding why I didn't hate her after what I found out. And even if I should I just couldn't. "I can't help it." I say weakly smiling at her. "Look I'm gonna free you and your gonna get out of here ok?" Marthe says quickly and quietly taking out a knife to cut the rope around my arms and legs. "No! You'll get in trouble." I quickly say. "Are you insane? You'll die." Marthe says back going back to cutting my ropes. "Then come with me." I try to reason with her. "I can't..they'll just find me again." Marthe says in a defeated tone. "Don't sacrifice yourself for a nobody like me. I know you could easily find another random girl but don't get yourself in trouble just because if me." I try to knock some sense into her. She stopped abruptly after my first sentence and faced me making me listen to her clearly. "You're not a nobody. You're not just any other girl..I love you." Marthe says with passion in her voice. "I love you too." I say lovingly. She then went back to quickly cutting the rest of the rope. I get free but don't try running off. "What are you doing? Run!" Marthe says wondering why I haven't run off already. "I'm sorry Marthe but I'm not going anywhere." I say sadly. "But..they're gonna kill you..please run." Marthe says tears welling up in her eyes. Suddenly Marthe gets pulled back away from me. "Well well well what do we have here? I'd this love? Huh Woertman?" Marthe's boss comes into view. A bunch of people who also works for this guy come up to me and start to beat me up. I can hear Marthe struggling to get out of someone's grasp and screaming for them to let me go. When they were done I could barley move and was gasping in pain. Someone then pulled me back up and sat me down on the chair. They didn't bother to tie me up again because I could barley move. Someone was holding on to Marthe forcing her to look my way. I then felt some thing cold on the side of my head and when I hear the sound of the gun getting ready to shoot I hear Marthe scream "NO!" A lone tear rolls down my face as I see how broken Marthe looks. Right before the guy pulls the trigger I heat up my body at a high enough temperature that the gun melts and the guys drops the gun to the ground as he screams in agony. Now technically I have no idea what just happened and how I somehow have powers..I legit thought I was about to die. Marthe looks at me shocked and I look over at the guy on the floor shocked as well. Then as if it's an instinct I take the water from a puddle near by and make an ice pick with the water and stab the guy holding Marthe. I look at my hands wondering how the heck I just did that. "Did you know about those before?" Marthe asks. "Nope." I say also confused.