yanderes x reader [scent of the dead]

[R/D]chapter nine: skyscraper madness.

(Y/n) POV, Flashback to two months before Toby~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walk along with Cherit, who's been mumbling this whole walk, ever since I was bitten by one of los muertos, all she ever does is kill them, like she holds a grudge against every single one of them.

"Cher...?"
I mumble, Cherit looks back at me and smiles.

"Yes?"
She asks quietly.

"Arent you supposed to turn by now...? What's going on...?"
I ask, Cherit's smile drops and she turns back to the road.

"I dont know, maybe some people take longer to turn, but Denver can help, you'll be perfectly fine."
Cherit says.

We walk along the road until we reach a church, Cherit looks at me, and then at the church.

"How about we take a load off? Stay here until the sun comes back up."
Cherit suggests, I nod and walk into the church.

It looks almost untouched, besides some blood here and there, but it looks perfect for a good nights sleep, something I havent had in a while.

"I'll go check the area for los muertos, you stay here and guard this area."
Cherit says, I nod and pull out my pocket knife.

I stare at the building structures in curiosity, these people worshipped a man in the sky...? Crazy. While I stare them down, I hear a noise from the door and see Cherit walk back in.

"We're safe?"
I ask.

"Yes, we're safe."
Cherit says.

"now we should sleep, its dark and we need to be back on the road by sun up."
Cherit says, lying down on one of the really long couch-like things in here and dozing off, I sigh and stare at the ceiling.

"Shes been more vigilant since I got bit, she doesnt like me going places with los muertos, and she doesn't look happy anymore, I feel like she blames herself for what happened..."
I talk to myself.

"She puts all her faith in Denver, hoping it'll help me before I turn, but...shes always told me to never trust strangers, yet, shes relying on a million of them."
I say.

I doze off after a short while, falling into a deep sleep, nightmares of turning into one of los muertos are all I have anymore...

(Y/n) POV, current time~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wake up from my sleep in another place, on top of a different building, but Noah is still here, staring at me.

"Where are we?"
I ask, stretching, Noah puts his clawed hands in a stance that slightly resembles a gun.

"Gun...? Raiders? Did the raiders get in the hotel?"
I ask, Noah makes an affirmative growl, basically saying yes.

"Damn, that means my group wont be able to find me..."
I say.

Noah stares at me and taps his pointer finger on the floor again, maybe it's a nervous tic?

"Why cant you talk? You can understand me, and you can even do human gestures, so why cant you say words?"
I ask, Noah growls in a tone that shows 'I dunno'...for a clawed, i can understand his tone very well...maybe i can..

"Hm...Noah."
I say, he tilts his head, showing he's listening.

"Try to repeat after me."
I say, Noah leans up, giving me all his attention.

"Hello."
I say slowly.

"HhHh..."
Noah growls, I sigh.

"No, Hello."
I repeat.

"HeElL..."
Noah growls, I smile.

"Better, we can work on it!"
I say, smiling at his quick progress, he smiles along, showing his sharp teeth.

"LlOo..."
Noah struggles to say something, but quits, frowning.

"Its okay! You'll get better!"
I say, Noah smiles again and jumps like a puppy, while he does that, I head a crash below us, in the building.

"Noah..? Did you hear that?"
I ask, Noah looks down and growls.

"What is it? Los muertos?"
I ask, Noah doesnt show a reaction to my question, instead, he jumps to the edge and slides into the building, leaving me at the top.

"...the fuck?"
I mumble, staring at where Noah went.

Noah POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I knew it...! Those people, they wont leave me with the human, they're ruthless, I know what men do to people like them in this world, I've seen it! They're so...so kind, i won't let those men ruin them like men ruin others!

I just need to get them away from New York, far away, maybe in somewhere like fucking Idaho, whatever makes it easier to get those two off the trail and gets me and them somewhere safer, or at least somewhere less populated by actual living people.

"C'mon! Who knows how long we have until it sinks its teeth into them!'
The shorter man says, gripping onto the pocket knife he was going to use to hurt me, I hold back the urge to just grab it from his hand and hurt him with it myself, I can't let them know I'm here, I just need to plan ahead...

"(Y/n)! Godamnit, they should've gone first..!"
The taller man says.

"We saw the clawed take them up to the rooftop, as long as we dont run into any of the dead, we'll be fine."
The short one says.

I watch them from the shadows, before hearing a loud thump, could it be any other sick? No, the sick wouldve roamed downstairs from the noises, then who...no..no, it cant be them, right? They wouldnt go looking for me...right?

"Hey, what's that sound?"
The tall boy asks.

"It came from the next floor up, let's go check it out, maybe its (y/n)..!"
The short boy says, they both run to the halls to make it up the stairs, and I bolt to a broken window, climbing to the top of the building to see if they're still there..

...but they aren't.

I hold back all of my instincts to run down there and gut the two men before they find them, they wouldn't like that if they found the remains...they know which of the sick make my marks, its common knowledge these days..

"Hellooo??"
I hear from downstairs, a voice I know all too well, its theirs, (y/n)'s voice...their name feels sweet at times, but now it just makes me afraid, it means they're down there with those two.

I need to get to them before they do, if they make it to them before I can get them out...they'll be stuck with those two, and I don't want them hurt...(y/n), you have to trust me when i say that you aren't safe!