Unicorn - Tom Hiddleston fanfic

8 - Bad News

You open the letter awkwardly and begin to read in your head, tracing the words with your finger.

Miss, you read, I regret to inform you that you are in danger. The man who caused your car to crash wants you dead for good. He forced your father to commit suicide and has wanted your family dead ever since. I don't know who he is or why he wants you all dead but he orchestrated the car crash. Please, believe me. You can't know my name but I am known as Sham. Don't ask; a nickname from when I was a child. Your friends Amy, Sam and Jem are safe and are being kept with me. Yes, we are currently locked up. I can only get this to you via my brother. I think you know him as Frisbee. He's under strict orders from me to protect both you and Mr Hiddleston at any cost. It wasn't just coincidence that he was there; Mr Hiddleston was part of the plan. The person in charge of this entire murder scheme knows that Mr Hiddleston is a kind, noble man and that he would save you, risking his own life. It's simply an added bonus for this madman that you've fallen in love. I'm not going to tell you to break it off; honestly, I'm jealous. I'm telling you to stay safe and be careful, at least for now. I'll cover everything and I will try my best to keep you and everyone you care about safe but I might not be able to manage it. Doctor Reynolds was put in place by the man in charge to kill you both and apparently he damn near succeeded. Frisbee will look after you both - trust no one but him. Oh, and me. You can trust me. But definitely do not trust anyone else whatsoever; no nurses, no doctors, no visitors, no one. And be careful what you eat! You could be poisoned. I don't know if you will but its a possibility.

Be paranoid. Trust no one. BE CAREFUL!

~ Sham 

You stop reading and frown, confused. You look to your left and see Tom still sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the world. You smile then jump as the door to your room slams shut.

"Hey!" you shout, swinging your legs out of bed and running to the door. The tiled floor is cold beneath your bare feet and you wince. Your entire right hand side is burnt still and your arm hurts badly. Still, you might be in danger. You just got a mysterious letter from Frisbee's brother, a guy called Sham, saying that someone is out to kill you and your family. Then the door to a room you've only just moved to swing shut and locks itself. So what do you do? You hammer on the door with your left arm, kicking at the handle when your hand hurts too much. Tom is at your side in an instant, pulling you away and talking non stop.

"Unicorn, Unicorn, Unicorn, please, calm down, the door is just jammed, please, stop... hey, it is locked." Tom frowns and pushes you further back. He leans back on his left leg and kicks out with his right, heel slamming into the door just next to the lock. The lock drops to the floor and the door swings open. You look at Tom in surprise.

"How did you do that?" you ask in amazement. Tom winces and rubs his back, his burnt skin cracking beneath the cream.

"I watch too many spy movies," he replies. You laugh and he pokes his head out of the doorway, smiling. The smile fades almost immediately. 

"We have visitors," he says grimly. "The kind of visitors who carry guns and wear black and-" Tom duckd and a bullet goes slamming into the wall. Tom shoves the door shut and runs to the window, holding out his hand for you. You grab his hand and he jumps out of the window, you tumbling down after him just as the door is kicked down.