Author's Note: this is my first fanfiction I hope you like it please tell me what you think and be honest you will not hurt my feelings. Also if you see Y/N anywhere, that means Your Name. Since this is an x reader fanfiction I didn't want to give the main character a name. I wanted you guys to feel like it is actually you in this story. Writing action stories is kind of my thing so fighting, kidnapping, abuse, death, pain and suffering will be in a lot of my fanfictions. I also do horror but I am saving that for certain fanfictions. But anyway, I hope you like this one. It is going to be kind of long. Chapter 2 should be up soon. Please review and enjoy! :)
I take out my phone and call my best friend. "Hello?" She says.
"Hey." I say.
"Hey, Y/N." She says. "How's it going?"
"Pretty good." I say.
"So did you hear?"
"What? Sounds? Yeah, I hear sounds all the time."
"No, dummy. Jacksepticeye is in town." She says. We live in North Carolina and this is the first time Jacksepticeye had come to the United States.
"Oh. Yeah, I knew that."
"Wouldn't it be cool if we met him?"
"Yes. That would most definitely be cool. However, we already missed the meet-up."
"Don't remind me." She groans.
"Well, hey. You want to go out for burgers or somethin'?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"Cool. Meet me at Tammy's in like five minutes."
"Alright. See ya then. Bye."
"Bye." I say and hang up. I walk out of the alley and start to make my way to Tammy's Grill. It doesn't take me long to get there and I see that Wendy is already there. "Hey." I say.
"Hey." She smiles. We walk inside and each order a cheeseburger and a Coke. Then we sit down at a booth. "So." She says after we've finished out burgers. "You want to hang out for a while? Just, take a walk around town or something?"
"Sure." I say. I pay for our food and we leave. We start to walk down the street. The sun has already set and the street lights are just coming on. We turn down an alley with one street light and a minivan parked at the other end. "Well, this is creepy."
"Yeah." She says. "Let's hurry up and get out of here."
"Let go of me!" I hear a muffled voice say. It sounds somewhat familiar but I can't think of who it is. I grab Wendy's arm and pull her down into the shadow of a dumpster. Seven men walk around the corner. Six of them are wearing black ski masks. The other has a cloth tied over his mouth and his hands tied behind his back. I recognize him instantly; Jacksepticeye. Blood soaks through his shirt and runs down the side of his face. I look at Wendy and she looks as shocked as I feel.
Sean struggles but the men just push him forward. I take my pocket knife out of my pocket and look at Wendy. She nods a little and I open my knife. I wait until the men get close, then jump out in front of them, Wendy right behind me. They stop quickly.
"Let him go!" I say, holding up my knife.
"Or what?" Asks the man in the front. "What are you going to do? There's two of you and six of us."
"I know." I say. "And I don't care. Now let him go."
He looks over his shoulder at the two men right behind him. "Take care of them."
"No!" Sean yells through the cloth. "Leave 'em alone!" The two men walk toward us and I look at Wendy. I know she can fight and I can too but we are still outnumbered. She gives me a tiny nod and I nod back. One man heads for Wendy and the other walks toward me. When he gets close, I punch him in the jaw and he stumbles back a step. He punches toward me and I dodge it but at the same time he kicks my feet out from under me. I fall to the ground and he pulls his foot back to kick me.
I shove my knife into his calf and he screams in pain. I pull my knife out of his leg and jump to my feet. He stumbles back to the other men and I rush to help Wendy. She punches the man in the nose and I grab his shoulders. I shove him to the ground and kick him in the stomach.
Then I feel a pair of arms wrap around my midsection. I shove my elbow into the stomach of the man behind me, then stomp on his instep. I turn and shove the heel of my hand into his nose, feeling it break with a satisfying crack. Finally, I kick him in the stomach. He falls to the ground and I kick him again.
I turn to Wendy and see her fall as a man kicks the back of her knees. I start to run toward her but a hand on my shoulder stops me and I drop my knife. I grab the wrist and forearm of the man, then bend down and pull as hard as I can. The man flips over my shoulder and lands on his back.
I look at Sean and then back at Wendy. Wendy is back on her feet and fighting two men at once. I run toward Sean. The man that I stabbed is holding him still no matter how much he struggles. I punch the man in the jaw, then kick his calf. He cries out in pain and stumbles back. I quickly untie the rope around Sean's wrist and he pulls the cloth off of his mouth.
"Look out!" He yells. I turn around and see a man with his fist raised. I try to dodge his punch but he hits the right side of my jaw. I fall to the ground and he leans over me. I see that he is holding a switchblade and roll sideways. But I am not fast enough and his blade hits the bottom of my left ear and my shoulder.
Before I can get up, he pins me to the ground. I kick and flail but he holds me down. He holds his knife over my chest and I close my eyes but don't stop struggling. Then he suddenly lets go. I open my eyes and see Sean punching him in the face repeatedly. I jump up and quickly find Wendy. She is surrounded by four men. The man I stabbed is gone.
I walk over to the man who seems to be the leader and grab his shoulders. I drag him to a wall and slam his head against it. I let go of his shoulders and he falls to the ground, unconscious. The fighting stops instantly.
"Let's get out of here!" Yells one of the men. Two of them grab their leader and drag him to the minivan, the other three following. I hear police sirens and look at Wendy. I jerk my head to the side, signaling that we need to leave. She nods and we start to walk away, but then I feel a hand grab my left shoulder, right where the man's blade cut it. I cry out in pain and spin around, ready to fight, until I see that it is Sean. I relax a little.
"Sorry." He says. "Are you alright?"
"Fine." I reply.
"Well, where are you girls going?" he asks.
"We really need to get home." I say.
"We need to get her ear and her shoulder patched up." Wendy adds.
"Come back to the hotel with me." Sean says. "I want to make sure you're okay."
"Alright." Wendy says. He smiles and starts walking down the alley. Wendy and I follow him to a hotel a few blocks away. I finally realize where we're going. The fangirl inside me wants to scream and jump up and down but I stay calm. He pulls a hood over his head and walks into the hotel. He walks quickly to a room, ignoring all the stares we are getting. He opens the hotel room and we walk inside. I look at Sean and notice the look of pain on his face.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah." He says but I know he's lying. "I'm fine."
"No." I say. "You're not. Sit down." He looks confused but sits down on the bed anyway. "Wendy, will you get me a wet washcloth?" She nods and walks quickly to the bathroom. She comes back a few moments later and hands me the washcloth. I press it gently against the cut on his right temple and wipe the blood away. Then I wipe the blood off of his chin from a busted lip. He smiles at me and I smile back, then look at the blood soaking through his shirt. "Take off your shirt."
"What?" he asks, obviously shocked.
"There's more cuts under your shirt." I say. "Take it off so I can look at them." He just looks at me for a moment, then shrugs and pulls his shirt off. I press the cloth against a cut on his side and he flinches. "Sorry." I say, looking up at him.
"It's alright." He says. I nod, then continue wiping the blood away. Once it's all gone, I put the washcloth down and step back.
"There." I say. "I don't think you'll need stitches. Some bandages might help but I think you'll be alright without them."
"So you think I'll live?" Sean asks, smiling.
I laugh. "I don't know. Chances seem pretty slim. But maybe." He laughs then puts his shirt on and stands up.
"Your turn." He says. He reaches toward my face and I flinch. A look of concern crosses his face. "I'm sorry. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." I say quietly, avoiding his eyes.
"Really?" he says. I hear the sounds of a slap beside my head and I flinch again. This time my shoulders tense and I close my eyes. I sigh and look up at Sean. "So now are you going to tell me what's wrong?" I look at Wendy and she nods, a look of pity on her face. I take a deep breath.
"My mom died in a car crash when I was ten." I say. "I was with her. I should've died too. My dad… the only way he knew to deal with the grief was to drink. He was a mean drunk. He would get really mad at me; say it was my fault. And he would…" I stop and take a deep, shuddering breath. I can't finish that sentence. "I put up with his shit for five and a half years. Then I ran. I didn't have anywhere to stay until I turned nineteen and I could finally afford an apartment. I haven't seen my dad in ten years. But old habits die hard, you know." I am crying now. I look at the floor so he won't see. Then I feel his hand under my chin. He pulls my face up to look at him.
"You're okay now." He says.
"I know." I say, wiping my eyes. I take a deep breath and then nod. "Well, uh," I look at Wendy. "we should get going."
"Hold on." He says. "Let me look at your ear before you go."
"Alright." I say. He pushes back the hair on the left side of my face, revealing my ear. He picks up the washcloth and wipes away the blood. I hold my breath until he steps back.
"I think it will be okay." He says. "He just nicked it."
"Thanks." I say.
"No, thank you." Sean replies. "You two saved my life."
"Well, we couldn't just let them take you." Wendy says.
"I never got your names." He says after a short pause.
"I'm Wendy." She says.
"I'm Y/N." I say.
He nods. "I'm-"
"We know." Wendy says, cutting him off. He smiles. Then he picks up a piece of paper and a pen and quickly writes something on it. Then he folds it and hands it to me.
"Here." He says. "I want to see you again sometime." I unfold the paper and see a phone number written on it. I smile and put it in my pocket.
"Alright." I say, still smiling. "You will."