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effervescentvesper · 2 years

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Everything would be alright.

pairings: Henry Creel (001) x GN!Reader

Authors note: Little did everyone know I’ve been working on multiple fanfics because I have so many ideas for this character. Oh, by the way half of this was written in a single night so forgive me if its bad. I’m glad people liked my first one and thankyou all for the notes, enjoy!

Warnings: Violent depictions of death, kissing, Torture, gore, murder, mentions of suicide and wanting to die. (please if any of these topics scare you, proceed with caution).

Word count: 2,942

Summary: You and Henry get the revenge you’ve been seeking.

The older man cowered beneath you, a far cry from his usual persona. He was no longer a god amongst mere mortals, he was nothing without his precious experiments to worship him. Now all he was a man who now begged for his life to be spared from the carnage laid upon the many others, shaking intensely on the floor. He was Pathetic.

You felt your lips draw in a tight smile, akin to the one you had worn for many years in a vy for appeasement, yet now your eyes did not crease, they were steeled as you leered at Dr. Brenner. And for a moment he seemed to relax at your smile, perhaps naively believing in the change in your expression, letting his broad shoulders droop momentarily until you spoke, “You’re really that stupid, aren’t you Martin? “

A voice comes from your side, agreeing with a hum, “So It seems. He’s never been one to see past his own incompetence anyways. “ Its Henry, his voice was teasing but its not light hearted in any sense, its laced with a fiery malice, the blonde’s appearance must have startled the man in front of you both, as he seems to sink further into the blood stained linoleum, he was no longer relaxed but now grimacing, alarmed eyes focused on Henry.

There's a tense Quiet that follows, you expected Henry to say more, after all he could do whatever he wanted to your former captor now, and you wouldn’t even think to stop him, you wanted it too, but there was nothing as you stared at Dr. Brenner and the aforementioned stared wide eyed at Henry, who was just glaring down at him with clenched fists.

Dr. Brenner is the first to break the silence with a sharp breath, “I always knew you were a loathsome creature 001. But to stoop so low to murder children? Now, I see why your mother wished to rid of you so desperately. Why your peers despised you so, you're a monstrosity that kills everything it touches, you damn everyone around you. You're the very monster I knew you would become. “

The hairs on your arms raise as a chill rushes across the small tiled room. You swore you could feel static prickle across your flesh, prickling and stinging just barely noticeable but enough to make you slightly anxious. If this ended with Henry losing it you didn’t want to be in the crossfire. You're not sure what other things he could do, besides from what you’d had seen so far, but it's by that you’re sure he’s limitless.

Henry speaks slowly, “Children. Is that what we're calling them now? They were never children, remember Doctor? “ He pauses, tilting his head, “Patients, Numbers, Weapons. '' He lists them off slowly, his tone becoming more venomous.

His next words were chilling, “I was saving them from whatever pitiful existence you had intended, my mercy is better than anything their sad, meaningless lives had in store. “ You swore you heard Dr. Brenner gasp.

The blonde turns to you, motioning towards The Doctor, “Our suffering will never come to an end. “

“As long as Martin Brenner is Alive. “

You could feel your heart in your chest strumming violently. This was a scenario you had practically dreamed of a million times and now it could be a reality, yet- suddenly you weren’t so sure. With Henry’s eyes boring holes into you, Dr. Brenner’s heavy breathing and the pounding in your ears, waves of doubt wash over you, eroding your confidence away. If Henry could read minds you were sure he read yours. He now reached out to you. One of His blood speckled arms stretched, allowing a veiny hand to cup the right side of your face, long fingers finding purchase on the smooth skin of your cheek. You now could find no other place to look but him as he stared down at you expectantly.

“It's been my entire life that men like him have told me what role I could perform in this terrible play that we force ourselves to partake in. “ he drawls, “Whenever someone wishes to break free they are considered ‘broken’ but it's quite the opposite. Isn't it? “

He motions towards Brenner again, and you follow his gaze, “Dr. Brenner was never interested in the matter of ‘fixing us.’ We were never broken, just told so. We were not born weapons, but that is what he made us into. It's what we are now. And it's what the next pitiful copy of me will be, unless we stop him. “

His thumb strokes across your cheek, and you can’t help but lean into his touch. You could care less about any of his previous actions, as horrible as that made you by association, you could live with the guilt. But it was now found you couldn’t live without him. He was the only person you could trust, the only person to understand you in this godforsaken place, He was that light in the darkness that was your entire existence, you would do anything if it meant you would both be free.

Your hesitation evaporated at this realization, you knew what had to be done now.

“Let's end it all, right here, right now. We can start by fixing the world here. Let's be free.“ You supply finally, your words echo around the room and you can see Brenner gape out of the corner of your eye but you pay no mind to him, Henry stares but a genuine smile now crosses his sharp features, you can’t help but give a small smile in return.

Henry turns from you, the hand that was once latched onto your face dropped to intertwine with one of your hands, your fingers lace and now you're connected. You give his larger hand a reassuring squeeze.

An irritating hoarse voice ruins the moment, “Please, I'm begging you, show reason zero- if he is allowed to escape, he will bring destruction to everything, he’s an agent of chaos, a monster, you have the power to stop this! Stop him! Don’t let him get into your head! “ his voice raises as it becomes more desperate, agitating you in the process.

“You made me this way. “ Is all Henry said, his eyes blazing, and his opposite hand reaches out. The buzz from before returns with a vengeance.

You stare hard, shuffling closer to Henry and pressing into his side as Brenner was lifted from the floor, his limbs being extended against his will as he thrashed his head like an animal caught in a trap. You were right, he was pathetic.

“You deserve this, you sick bastard.” You utter, “We-we were just children, we all were. '' Your voice tries not to exude as much emotion as it does but you can’t help it, anger seeps out at the edge of your words, you're so goddamn angry. It's a disease within you, within Henry too, it takes and it takes until nothing is left.

With much struggle the white headed man forces his head upright, eyes staring straight through you, as he opens his mouth, blood trickles from the corners, staining his teeth, a gory sight as he echo’s, “This is just the beginning of the end. “

Like that Henry’s hand tenses, fingers curling in on themselves wickedly, then Dr. Brenner is screaming, agonizing wails fill the tiny room. They reverberate in the base of your skull, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. You took no joy in murder, but the excruciating death of this man who had caused you so much pain was a delight.

His words are foreboding but you pay no mind to them, neither of you do when something more important is ahead.

The sight is gruesome, his legs are curling in on themselves, slowly rotating until they bend in an unnatural way, his cries become louder in volume once there's a deafening crack. His legs are broken, but Henry is taking his time with this, this is something much more personal.

There are words forewarning of both of your demise’s that fly at you and Henry; Threats of violence, promises of never being able to truly escape, which only add logs to the blistering flame of revenge kindled within your lover's heart, its consuming, burning and taking like the disease of hate that nests inside of you. Henry is left with a momentary pause when the man's legs are broken and misshapen, bent to all hell. There's a wicked thought of crushing what remains, a swirling of ideas of what further to do, one even involving tearing each nerve apart, one by one but he decides to save his energy, conserve it and move onto the man's arms and hands instead.

The doctor is scream-crying, what's left of your empathy causes a pit to form in your stomach and it twists and burns at the sight, the delight from before dissipating.

A twinge of pity hits you but you're quick to remember your own cries as he ordered his employees to electrocute you, over and over, until you were lying in a pool of your own spit and vomit. You remember wanting it all to end on those days, hoping by some miracle you would’ve been accidentally killed, you waited for death but it never came for you. Death would be an act of mercy for this man, because you would continue to remember as long as you lived, waking up in a cold sweat, an absolute mess because of memories that lingered in your mind. It would Haunt you.

You doubted he even remembered what voltage he told them to use.

As if Henry can again sense your distress, his free hand grabs yours once more, returning the favor from earlier and giving a reassuring squeeze, the gesture would have been romantic if not for the Butchery floating before you. You appreciate it all the same.

Henry starts with each finger, he doesn’t give the mercy of letting them go all at once, oh, no. Each one cracks, twists and pops audibly, each finger's destruction and decimation slow and with utter misery intended.

Dr. Brenner no longer has the voice to even scream, he just sobs hoarsely, he has given up on reasoning or even trying to persuade you into betraying Henry, it was all futile in the end.

His arms split in half, and henry decides he’s done with him, the man's head twists violently from the force of which henry turned his own, Brenner’s head flops to hang at an disturbing angle, following a carrying, ‘Snap’.

He is dead.

You watched as Dr. Brenner’s corpse fell, the invisible force that had tortured him, no longer supporting his dead weight. it was a wet sound, disgusting but you didn’t mind, not when you were turned and pulled into a set of warm arms that held you as if you were the only thing that mattered. You’d do it all again to have this feeling.

Heavy breathing is recognizable to you, it belongs to henry. He’s holding you so hard, you're worried he might crack one of your ribs but that thought clears out immediately as you become aware of his sniveling. His fingers dig into your back, he shakes, you're unsure if that was from the exertion or from emotions running high, but you're quick to react, moving to wrap your own arms around him.

He cries into you, and you yourself can’t help from doing the same. You both stay there for a long time, you don’t know how long, but you become aware of it when you finally feel Henry shuffle. He only moves back a little so he can face you. Your faces are not far. As you peer up at him, you note how red his skin is and how the blood vessels in his eyes are pronounced. Much to your sudden relief, his eyes no longer hold the venom they once had, it reminds you how he would look normally. it was certainly more comforting.

You reach up, running your hand up to his cheek to wipe away the wetness that has gathered on the skin there. You’d never seen him cry before. It was odd, but in a way showed you that even though he had done all this damage, committed all of these unspeakable acts with you, deep down, he himself was still a human.

You raised your chin, elevating yourself until you were so close you could feel his labored breaths fan across your face, “I love you Henry. “

There's a gasp and his head is moving quickly, his lips are crashing into yours before you can even react, his hands shoot up to hold both sides of your face, effectively keeping you there.

Not that you would move anyway.

Instantly you respond with just as much vigor, your lips melding with his and it shoots fireworks into your stomach, bursting and glowing brightly, it's better than butterflies, this is something different, something beautiful. It's love.

It's amazing, blinding in a wonderfully, delightful way, better than any high from getting revenge would ever give you. You love it, love him.

You're pulling back for air, which comes much to his dismay as he tries to chase your lips but you put a hand on his chest, lightly pushing him back at which he relents, albeit reluctantly. You are both breathing hard, eyes locked, you’re knee’s would’ve buckled from his gaze alone if it weren’t for his sturdy grip on your head.

He whispers back, drawing in close to brush his nose against yours, resting his forehead upon your own, “I love you too. “

An uncontrollable grin spreads across your features, and he smiles softly at your expression. You both just bask in the moment, enjoying it while it lasted.

Finally the eye contact breaks as he closes his eyes and sighs, “We’re finally free darling. He adds softly, “We can go wherever you want, we’ll take 011 with us too. We can fix the world, make things right for once. “

“I’d like that Henry. “

He opens his eyes but they shift to the side, staring at what's dead on the ground only a few feet away. You watch as his expression darkens momentarily but you murmur his name, and he returns to you, shaking his head lightly, “We need to go soon. I don't know if anyone is coming, but we shouldn’t risk it. “

You utter in agreement, “yeah, plus 011 will wake up and she doesn’t need to see this. “ you motion to the body on the floor and you both slowly pull apart, but keep a hand interlaced as you walk to the door. You push it open with a flick of your wrist.

Your head is tilted upwards as you observe the nearly clear night sky. At this point you can’t differentiate any constellations, it’s harder to do so when you're walking; but you don’t mind at all.

You feel the warm body in your arms shift, and a soft murmur comes to your ears, “where am I? “

You look down slowly to 011, who was cradled in your arms. She must’ve been shaken awake by the movement. You smile softly, reassuringly as you speak, “we’re outside of the lab 011. you’ll never have to worry about it again. '' you blink to yourself, and a second voice joins you, “look who decided to join us, did you get a good rest sleepyhead? “ Henry has joined your side. She shakes her head and again murmurs a groggy, “no. “ in response. She’s trying to look around and blinks a couple of times, most likely not being able to see very well because of the darkness.

“Well then, get some more rest 011, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. “ Henry smiles too now, the lines around his eyes crinkle.

There's a long moment where she squints at him, and you can tell he stiffens only a little at her scrutinizing gaze, but then she closes her eyes and whispers, “okay, goodnight. “ to both of you. Henry relaxes and you look at him and he stares back at you. She didn’t notice the blood splattered across his white orderly uniform, nor the small flecks on yours. You would hope to change before she woke again, you would have to so she would never know.

It was wrong, but she was too young to understand. She was too vulnerable now, you and henry wanted her to feel safe, to be happy. And she would, even if that meant you both hid the truth from the young girl.

You hear the lyrics to a song you’d never heard before, its mumbled from Henry’s mouth as he stares thoughtfully ahead, his voice is smooth, melodic and it distracts you from your thoughts,

“Stars shining bright above you” “Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"’ “Birds singing in the sycamore tree”

“Dream a little dream of me-”

It was in this moment that none of the events in your life before mattered, The lab seemed distant more than ever, those memories faded and tattered, your pain was a distant memory corroded and paved over by the good ones you began to make now. You were not a good person, you knew that, but you would make a good life for 011 and for Henry. But what lied ahead of you mattered neither, it was just this moment and nothing else. The sound of Henry's quiet singing lured you out of your thoughts and made everything simple. Made everything right. Everything would be alright.

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