Supernatural (Tom Holland x Reader)

6. The Truth

I told her everything. The murder, the witch, the threats. I told her that my family only had four days left. I told her it was my fault. I didn't tell her that I was cursed never to rest, even if I saved them and got revenge on Hardstrune. I didn't need to make her pity me more than she already did. I could feel it.

"You know I'm going to help you stop her, Tom. You know that," she told me. I said nothing. "We're going to save them. You know how I know?" Still silent, I shook my head. "Because Apathy's whole plot is based on you being alone. And now you're not." I looked up at her. She was giving me a reassuring grin, that I'm sure took all of the courage she could muster.

Time-Skip

"Oh, Thomas!"

I leapt into the air. I knew that voice. Y/N had long since gone to bed and I had been alone in the ancient library, looking out the window and wondering how she might keep her promise.

"What do you want?" I snapped. My voice shook with emotion. I stood up and turned around. Apathy Hardstrune was sitting casually cross-legged in one of the easychairs. She'd made herself young.

"I see you've made a new friend." My heart (or whatever was inside me now) leapt into my throat. "I don't like her very much, Thomas. She could make a mess of my plans." Although what she was saying chilled me to the core, I took a little comfort in knowing Y/N had some power over the witch.

"So what?" I sent an ice-like look in her direction.

"So, I need her out of the way. For good. Don't you worry, Thomas. I'll do it myself. We can't have her mucking everything up for us, now can we? My plan can't proceed until she's gone, which is lucky for you since you won't have to have her die alongside everyone else you love."

I gulped. "Love her? For God's sake, woman, I barely know her."

"Sure, boy. But I watch you, you know this. I see the way you look at her when she cares for your family. You know, I think she loves you too! How grand. I think we'll have a wedding once I'm through with her...only...whoopsie! She'll be dead. And I won't bring her back like I did you."

By this point, I was shaking with rage. "You won't do anything to Y/N, you hear me? I won't have it." I whizzed through the air towards Apathy, but suddenly felt a savage yanking at my ankles. Upon looking down, I realized she'd given me a ghastly ball and chain. I swore loudly at her, condemning her to multiple fates, though I knew none of them would actually happen to her, being a witch and all.

"Oh, my dear boy. I do what I want." And with that, she was gone.

POV CHANGE

Buried in my dusty blankets, I was lost in dreams of the ginger woman who followed me through my thoughts every night. The one I remember most vividly, she was grabbing at me savagely, missing every time until...she closed her vice-like hand around my ankle. The feeling was so real, it woke me. It woke me to a woman exactly like the one in my dream, only forty years older, it seemed. And she really did have me by the ankle. I screamed.

"Hush, girl," the woman sneered. She waved her hand and suddenly, my voice went off, like it had been a switch flicked. "You are in my way." Then, she did the most horrid and nightmareish thing imaginable. She dug her teeth into my ankle in a savage bite. I felt blood ooze from the tears her teeth had made in me as my whole foot went numb. The numbness spread slowly through my body until I was paralyzed. And then, everything went dark.