One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

20th (BUCKY BARNES) 6

Final chapter for serial killer Bucky!!!

WARNINGS: Violence, cursing, stalking (if that triggers something), rape, and kidnapping

"Bye," You waved your hand towards Tori's car, "See ya at work!"

You laughed to yourself, shaking your head as you went inside your house. You stepped inside and made sure to lock your front door to keep out of night burglars. You placed your keys on top of the drawer at the side, and hang your coat on the other.

Stepping through the dim room, you head upstairs to the bedroom, feeling the tireness from spending the day with them at a girl's night out. You finally felt free, like what you should be after being an assistant to a Psychotherapist at a big hospital in the city. You were finally working in an office, and you're already one step closer from getting everything you asked for.

You took one last step before reaching out to grab the knob and twist it open, when you felt a chill run down your spine. You didn't know what was it, but you felt a familiar dread eating you up. Slowly, you pushed the door open, the jet-black room not helping you point out what caused that unnerving sensation.

Your eyes roamed the room, not taking any step inside, when you spot a silhouette of a person standing by your window. It was tall, almost taller than your closet, and it was unmoving. Your mouth dried, altogether your heart pounding wildly against your ribs.

"Who are you?" You pat your pockets, cursing yourself under your breath when you remembered you left your pouch downstairs, "what do you want?"

The silhouette moved, walking around your bed, making you take a couple steps back. You were ready to run whenever it tried to get to you, keeping a vigilant eyes on it.

"(Y/n)," the silhouette spoke, a man's voice, a voice so familiar to you, "(y/n)."

There was a dark warning tone on his voice, and you can tell he was insanely upset. "James..."

"(Y/n)..." he repeated, "I waited for you."

A sob went out of your lips, tears flowing on their own accord. The longing you felt for him was overpowered by the fear you had for what he might do to you.

He came out of the room, the soft lights from outside illuminated the frown he wore on his face. "I fucking waited for you, each day, for months. I waited for you to come back, yet you didn't. You're a one hell of a disappointing bitch."

You took deep breaths, looking back at the flight of stairs behind you. In one flash, you set out to sprint down, but Bucky was faster as he balled a fist on your hair, tugging you back up in one motion. You screamed in terror and pain, his metal hand wrapping on your throat. He dragged you inside your room, with you already running out of breath.

Bucky tossed you across the room, landing on top of your bed. "You know what I hate the most, (y/n)? People who lie. I have killed dozens of people who lie for profit, for power and authority, for positions. I wouldn't mind killing another one who does it for self-satisfaction."

"Bucky, no," you sobbed loudly, your hair already sticking on your face. You shook your head and touched your throat, "I didn't mean to. I just can't bring myself to tell you that I'm leaving and...and that--"

"So you fucking lied?" He shouted, making you flinch, "you told me I was gonna see you tomorrow, but it came and you were never there. I fucking waited for you, but all you ever did was lie straight to my fucking face!"

He picked you from the bed by holding your cheeks, slamming you face first on the wall. You felt a sharp throb on your brow, blood slowly trickling down to your cheek.