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Leave It All Behind: Chapter Fifty

Current Pairing(s): Michael x Reader, Ryan x Reader

Eventual Pairing(s): Jon x Reader

Summary: You have been working under King Ryan for a while now. Now that his maid has been executed, it looks like you’re next in line for the job!

You can find chapter forty-nine: here! | You can find all the chapters: here!

Arc Two, Chapter Fifty: Rebirth

What does death sound like?

Does it sound like the wind, dancing across the sky? Does it sound like the sea, crashing against the shore?

Or, does it sound like an arrow, piercing a skull, entering the brain, only to shoot right out the other side?

Death…sounds messy, as it always is.

No death is ever clean, that much is certain.

Every death, however, has meaning.

Every death after this one means war.

But, whose war is it?

Lindsay had pulled the trigger. An arrow was shot. You heard it.

You heard it.

Where did it go, though?

You only know the answer when you feel her hand move from your lips and the weight of her body clutching yours drops you to the ground. You crash against the raw soil, the wound on your face growing dirty. There is a strange taste on your tongue.

Your mind slowly grows blurry.

What is this feeling?

Something's wrong…something's very wrong…

You then turn to see Lindsay's dead body. An arrow sent straight through her skull.

She shot herself, but why…

Suddenly, you feel something swirl in your stomach. You can't breathe, it's filling your throat.

Then, you begin to puke. You look down at your hand. Whatever you just threw up, it was sticky and black.

It looked like tar and tasted bitter. It stuck to your fingertips like syrup, dripping from your hand.

In the darkness of your palm, you see the glow of your ring.

Why did it glow so bright now?

Was it because your hand was covered in darkness?

What are you throwing up…

Your vision goes blank and you collapse, dark liquid still spilling from your mouth as you lose yourself with the sun rise, coughing in your sleep. You're drowning in your own vomit. You can't breathe…

"What the fuck is going on!" Ryan yells, readying his weapons again, "what have you done with Y/N?!"

"Don't ask me," Jeremy says, looking over at you and Lindsay, "that wasn't really how I would've gone about that, but I guess we can't always get everything we want."

"You did something," Ryan claims, "why else is she throwing up like that?"

"Did I?" Jeremy tilts his head at Ryan, "I barely touched her."

You let out a large cough, managing to get out a clump of dark liquid that had puddled in your throat blocking your airways.

"It...hurts…" You whimper, clutching your heart.

Ryan stares at you then over at Lindsay.

She lays there, dead. Dead. Dead?

"Shadows don't die that easily," Ryan says under his breath, "they don't."

"There you go," Jeremy begins to smile, "keep going."

"You made her kill herself," Ryan exclaims, "so you could-"

Before Ryan can finish his statement, another arrow is shot. Ryan watches as the arrow flies right by him and lands right in Jeremy's chest.

Ryan looks all around, even over at Geoff, who is still bleeding out, and there's no sign of anyone with a bow and arrow. Where did it come from?

The sound of another arrow shoots through the still air, striking Jeremy once again, but he does not falter. He takes every shot as if he is made of stone, unbreakable.

Arrow after arrow flies towards him in quick succession, so rapid that none of his knights can even comprehend it, and it isn't until the tenth one that Jeremy drops to his knees, hunching over at the sight of all the arrows lodged inside of him.

"You can't kill me," Jeremy shouts, trying to call out to whoever is shooting at him, "you know that!"

The knights then surround Jeremy, equipped with their own arrows. Silence falls over the camp once again as the knights try to pinpoint where the arrows are coming from. They circle around Jeremy, looking in every direction.

But, they're looking the wrong way.

In a flash, a cloaked figure appears above them, slashing three knights down with the sharpest blade Ryan had ever seen. With every strike, the cloaked figure takes down knight after knight before any of them can even fight back.

That is, until an arrow shoots through the dawn once again, this time aimed right at you.

Jeremy pulls the trigger on a crossbow, sending an arrow straight through your stomach, launching out the other side, leaving you with just a hole in your body. You cry out in pain, black liquid still dripping from your mouth and now from your stomach…

The cloaked figure looks over at you, as if sensing your distress, then back at Jeremy, who says, "you know she'll bleed out if you waste your time killing me. I told you, I can't die and you know I'm telling the truth."

Despite his warning, the figure takes the time to walk over to Jeremy. Then, he pulls out a dagger and stabs it straight through Jeremy's forehead, driving him into the ground below. The dagger keeps him pinned to the dirt by the head.

"You're a piece of shit!" Jeremy screams, feeling the dagger against his skull, "I should've killed you when I had the chance!"

The figure does not stay to hear Jeremy's words. It rushes over to you. You clutch your wound and look up at the cloaked figure, but your vision is too blurry to make out its face.

"Get away from her," Ryan's voice echoes through the slaughter of the camp.

The figure then speaks for the first time, in a tone so direct, it catches Ryan off guard, "your friend will die if you come after me. The sun is almost past the horizon. Medical supplies are hidden in the blue tent. I would hurry if I were you, and get the hell out of here if you want to live. Jeremy will only be trapped in the dirt for so long…"

With those words said into the air, the cloaked figure picks you up into its arms. Then, Ryan blinks and it disappears, taking you with it.

"Fuck," Ryan turns to the horizon, seeing the sun creep up slowly. He heeds the figure's advice and hurries to the blue tent, which did have an abundance of medical supplies and potions. He grabs what he knows will stop the bleeding and as many bandages as he can carry.

Ryan rushes over to Geoff, feeding him the brews, which do stop the bleeding enough for Ryan to wrap Geoff up in bandages. He works in a hurry, hearing Jeremy laugh.

"I'm going to get that son of a bitch," Jeremy shouts out maniacally, "I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill all of you!"

One by one, Jeremy rips the arrows from his chest, each wound sealing up as quickly as the next. Ryan knows his time is up. He lifts Geoff onto his feet and they make a run for the nearest horse they can find.

Ryan helps Geoff onto the horse and before Ryan can even take off, Geoff goes, "it's glowing."

Geoff then lays his arm in Ryan's line of sight and the marking points north.

Whoever took you, they were going north.

Biting his lip, Ryan makes his decision…and proceeds to ride south, back towards his kingdom.

"You're going the wrong way!" Geoff pleads.

"We have to get you to a doctor, Geoff," Ryan tells him, with a heavy heart. "You won't survive a night out here without medical attention."

"But Y/N…" Geoff's voice trails off.

"She can hold her own," Ryan says, swallowing his own lie. "We'll come for her when you're healed up."

Geoff lets out a sad sigh, feeling the guilt creep in, hoping you'll be safe…

Though, you don't know how you got here. Your vision is still blurry but you hear running water. A waterfall?

A strange voice enters your mind, saying, "this will only be temporary, Y/N. Bare with it."

Then, right as you hear the words, you're dropped into a hot spring. You almost let out a scream, but you would've drowned if you let yourself consume that water.

It's hot. It's unbearably hot.

Your arrow wound burns and you wince at the immense pain. You want to get out of the water but you don't have the energy to swim back to the surface. You're completely drained from the pain.

You sink, further and further into the inferno of a bath this was.

You're running out of air, but your vision is coming back to you.

Then, you see it.

The wound you had was healing up rather quickly, but that isn't the most surprising thing. You watch as black liquid spills out of your nostrils, dissipating in the bath the moment it exits your body.

What is this liquid and why was it inside of you?

You know why, a voice echoes in your mind.

You panic, hearing a voice inside your mind that is not your own.

Why did it sound so familiar?

Are you afraid? It asks.

You begin to cough underwater, more of the liquid coming out of your body.

That's it, keep on spitting me out. See if it helps.

Your heart is beating faster and faster, not fully understanding what's going on.

Whose voice is in your head?!

You don't remember me? It says, rather disappointed. We just had so much fun together.

It…it's Lindsay's voice that is filling your mind.

You watched me kill her. Didn't her lifeless body look so beautiful?

With all your strength, you push yourself back to the surface of the hot spring, screaming, "leave me alone, get out of my head!"

You find your footing on some rocks at the edge and clutch your head as the voice consumes you once again.

Aren't you a sad woman, with memories so tainted, so filled with despair? No love can ever fix the broken pieces of your heart and yet you're still out here, stealing as many hearts as you can, you wicked bitch.

"Fight it, Y/N," another voice echoes through your mind and you open your eyes to see…

Well, isn't this a surprise! The voice inside your mind chuckles. A new player has entered the field for you to manipulate!

You blink a few times, not knowing if the figure before you was just a figment of your imagination or somehow part of this twisted nightmare you're having.

"Look at me, focus on me. It's me," he tells you, pulling the hood off his head, revealing his face, a face you hadn't seen in so long, "Jon."

Jon reaches forward, taking your hands in his, pulling them to his face. You feel his cheeks in the palm of your hands and you can't believe it's really him.

He's aged, with scars all over his skin. His hair has grown long and curly. He had a mustache now. It strangely suits him and his smile.

Oh, how you've missed his smile.

"Jon, I can't believe you're alive," you pull him towards you, pressing your forehead against his, "I thought I lost you forever."

"I'm here, Y/N, so stay with me. Focus on me," he coaxes you with his gentle voice, trying to keep your mind on him. But the voice in your head is just too loud…

Kill him, it tells you, snap his neck! It'll be fun!

Suddenly, your hands move on their own, gripping Jon's face tightly. You use every bit of your willpower not to harm him but you feel yourself losing control over your body.

I'll do it myself if I have to, the voice goes, I'll make sure he really dies this time.

"You have to stop me," you say to him, tears streaming down your face, "she's just too loud, Jon. I-I can't fight it. I'm going to hurt you."

Jon quickly takes a hold of both your hands and stops you from doing something you'd regret.

You squirm in his arms and spit out words that aren't your own, "you can't stop me! I will kill you and Y/N too. Just you watch. She's slipping, Jon. Soon, she'll be gone and I'll be all that's left to her. This is my body now."

Get out of my head! You shout into your mind.

Make me, bitch, the voice challenges.

"Jon, listen to me," you stare right into his eyes as you try to get out as many words as you can before you can't anymore, "there's a shadow inside of me. I...I can't control it anymore. It's going to take over me."

"So Gavin was right," Jon tells you, his words surprising you, "he said I'd find you like this. I was too late to stop it from happening, but I swear I'll get that thing out of you. I promise, Y/N. Please, stay with me, fight it for as long as you can."

He presses his lips against your forehead, sealing that promise. You try with all your might to fight off the shadow but you know it was a losing battle.

"I can't, Jon, I can't…"

If only you could explain to him what it felt like to have a shadow slowly take control of your body.

It feels like your mind is filling up with complete darkness. Slowly, you're unable to do anything. You can barely feel Jon's hands grip yours. You're losing touch with your reality as the shadow takes over your body.

You're being consumed by the dark. You can't move. You can't breathe. You can't do anything but watch as you lose complete control.

The last thing you feel are the remnants of the final tears to leave your eyes as darkness fills them completely.

All the words you say from now on are not your own. All the actions you perform from now are not your own.

You are no longer you.

Now, you understand what Michael had felt…

"Please, Y/N, stay with me," Jon pleads, gripping your wrists tighter, as if he can bring you back to reality with just his touch. "I finally got you back, don't go now…"

"Maybe if you beg a little more, she might hear you," you say to him, a smirk on your face. "Go on then, beg for me. Beg for your precious Y/N to come back and maybe I'll let her out for just a bit."

Jon is horrified at the devilish smile that is projecting off your face.

"What did she do to deserve this?" Jon asks the shadow that now resides in you.

"Exist," you reply, rolling your eyes, "do you know the trouble she's caused me? If I could, I'd just kill myself right now, honestly. Or! Better yet, you can do it for me!"

You eye the sword that Jon had attached to his belt, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Come on, two birds with one stone!" You say with a wicked smile. "Don't you want to save her the pain? Put her out of her misery!"

"She isn't a sick dog to be put down!" Jon responds, irritated at the words that are leaving your mouth. "There's a way to free her from your grasp."

"Ah yes, you can try," you tell him, "but it won't work."

"Why do you say that?" Jon asks, glaring at the strangeness in your attitude.

It was easy to tell that you weren't you. You never acted so…elated before. The shadow was having fun being in your body, messing with him. Taunting him.

"Because," you lean forward, startling him slightly, as you breathe against his lips, "I will never love you, just like Y/N never did. I saw it in her memories. The way you looked at her. The way you wished she would just pick you. If only you realized that she never loved you."

"That's not true," he tells you through gritted teeth, making you laugh.

"Did I hit a soft spot?" You frown mockingly at him before smiling again, "why can't you just admit your love for her was one-sided? She even married someone else! She never loved you!"

Jon glares at you before spitting out, "okay, so what if you're right! Y/N never loved me! But this isn't about her, is it?"

His demeanor changes, catching you off guard. He looks deep into your eyes, staring straight through you.

Why was your heart beating so quickly all of a sudden?

"It doesn't matter if Y/N's in love with me or not," Jon says, inching closer and closer to you with every word, "all that matters is that you'll fall in love with me."

Before you can even reply, you feel Jon's lips crash against yours, pulling you into a whole new world…

Welcome to the beginning of Jon's Arc, starring an evil version of you :)! This will be a fun ride, see you next chapter!

- A.H.

You can read chapter fifty-one: here!

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