Hey hey! I'm now wondering what if we got away from the guards like ran far far away and they cant find us?
a/n: u think it’s possible to ever really get away? 👀 interesting. In the series it’s hinted towards there being games in other countries aka, there are eyes everywhere especially from those powerful ppl - in other words there’s like 0.001% chance :( but I'll entertain that idea !
I tried my best I hope u like it <3
tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, blood, murder
wc: 1.6k
pairing: f.m reader x red.guards
taglist: @nev20
Yandere SG guards - you try to run away PT. 2
The sound of your feet hitting gravel felt like it was echoing in the deadly silence. You didn't know how long you had been running, but you felt like you couldn't rest even for a second - or else those evil people would find you.
There was one big problem - no matter how far you looked, all that greeted you was the blue wast sea. How were you supposed to run away from them when you were in the middle of nowhere?
You felt like you knew nothing. You had no idea how to leave, you had no idea if the guards had noticed your absence and you had no idea how big this island was. For all you knew, you could be mere minutes away from getting discovered because the island could be way smaller than you had anticipated.
Yet, you still had that small fire of hope sparking inside your body. No matter what, you wanted to make it out alive. Even if that meant killing one or all of them.
The sky was getting darker quickly and you had no sense of time now. Had it been ten minutes since you made it out - maybe forty or even an hour perhaps?
Distant shouting told you they probably knew you had escaped now. So who knows how long before they'd see you.
You were unsure if you should set up a camp somewhere for the night, gathering energy for the next day in case a fight would break out.
But although that was the most desirable option now as your legs were aching from all the running, you had no idea where you would even do that.
In the distance, you could spot the highest point of the island. It was about 400 meters away from where you were, pressed against the mountain wall like a scared mouse.
A long battle went on inside your head about wether to go or not. By now the sky had fallen completely black, but thanks to the island being far away from the city - the stars lit up your surroundings a little bit.
The only thing that filled the silence were the cicadas singing. Although it felt eerie, it also sounded nostalgic, reminding you of your childhood home where you spent loving moments with your parents.
It made you make up your mind - if you wanted to see them again you’d have to risk it. So you walked as fast as you could, being afraid that running would make too much noise.
The whole time, you whipped your head around in all directions several times as anxiety filled your body. Your heartbeat was beating so fast that it was almost hard to hear anything except for your loud footsteps and breathing.
But in the end you still made it, being extremely thankful it wasn’t that far away. The first thing you noticed was a big shipping boat stationed below the hill from where you were standing.
It had several grey vans parked on it with some space in between them. You weren’t sure what they were, but made a quick guess they were the same vans that had picked you and all the other contestants up.
So that was it, that was your way out!
You ran for it - no longer caring if anyone could hear your footsteps. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, making your vision turn into a tunnel.
As you reached the closest car, you opened it cautiously; only then glancing around to see if you could spot any guards. A few were in your line of sight in the distance, their pink uniforms being easy to spot - so you quickly got inside, scared that the longer you took, the bigger the chance of them deciding to patrol in your area was.
You took a few deep breaths and looked back to the backend of the boat, seeing only water stretch out wherever you looked. To your dismay, no matter how long you waited - the boat didn't seem to move.
Since most contestant would be dead by now and they'd have to transport the winner, as well as pick up new contestants, you hoped it would be moving soon.
So you took a chance again, sliding out of the van as gracefully as you could without drawing attention to yourself and then shuffling underneath the van.
Here you wouldn't be seen by guards who were watching from above deck and you could cling onto the car without having to hide riskily in the backseat as the driver would enter.
This was also very risky however. If your energy ran out and you lost grip, you could fall into the middle of the road, or worse - get taken back by those monsters.
No matter how hard your heart was beating and how scared you were, you decided resting now was better than just laying awake, wasting time. It could be hours for all you knew until the drivers would go to their cars, and you were confident you would wake up at the sound of the engine turning on.
Slowly, your eyelids got heavier as well as your body, and when letting yourself relax fully; whispering comforting affirmations to yourself, you fell asleep in the end.
While the sky was still dark, figures started moving closer to your hiding spot. Doors were slid open and cars were started, luckily waking you up - just like you had predicted.
You grabbed on immediately, knowing you only had seconds before they would reverse and if you weren't hanging on securely, you'd be spotted right away.
It was extremely tense. You couldn't see where you were going but if you stretched your body out and lay flat, you could see the car in front.
They seemed to have the exact same speed and the exact same distance between every copycat car, like they were all robots.
As the ride reached the twenty minute mark, your hands were starting to lose the strong grip you had underneath the car. But you forced yourself to hold on, replaying memories of the guards' torture in your head to remind yourself of what would await if you stopped fighting.
It took everything in you to keep it up - you were sure by the time the car came to a halt, your body was hanging close to the road.
When it stopped, you allowed yourself some rest, letting go of your grip and exhaling as quietly as you could. The driver opened the door and got up on what looked like a sidewalk.
A male voice was heard, speaking to another man. You felt sweat dripping down your back. What were you going to do? You hadn't thought out this part of the plan yet.
Looking from side to side, you closed your eyes for a quick prayer and then shuffled out on the other side of the car.
Crouching so he wouldn't see you - you quietly waved at a taxi passing by.
It was all luck. The taxi could've been occupied if you had one of your more unlucky days, but everything seemed to work out in your favour now.
You got into the backseat super quickly, locking the door behind you and ducking down in case their heads would turn around at the sound.
'' Where are you going, miss? ''
'' Home, it's a few blocks away from here '' you whispered, voice raspy.
You told him your address and exhaled once again as he started driving and you could stop ducking. He looked at you in his rear-mirror, eyes laced with concern.
He must've thought you were out of your mind. Your eyes traveled down to your body. The clothes were dirty and ripped in some places, presumably due to the bushes you had to push through on the island. Your face looked flushed and you had dark bags under your eyes which carried a bit of paranoia in them.
Yep, you definitely looked crazy. But at least you were free. You smiled to yourself and looked out the window, rolling it down a bit to take a breath of fresh air.
You did this the whole ride, head leaning again the window while you breathed deeply. It was very different from the air on the island, even though that sounds insane. The atmosphere there made you feel like you were suffocating constantly, probably due to the anxiety.
The taxi driver made you jump as he braked really hard and told you that you had arrived at your destination.
You thanked him and hurriedly got out. You couldn't wait to get out and be inside your home again.
Your mom must've called you a thousand times, poor thing. You unlocked the door and went inside, breathing in the familiar smell here too.
Immediately, you went to your room to pick up your phone. It was turned off but you knew it had battery left. Just in case, it was plugged in as you turned it on.
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Well, that was...weird? Why hadn't your mom called or texted you? Your fingers pressed the call button, and you held your breath as the signals kept beeping.
An eerie feeling settled in the pit of your stomach - like something was wrong.
Suddenly you were up and packing your bags again, running about as if they were going to barge in any second. You would never feel safe here. Maybe you would be on the run for the next of your life, but you'd be willing to do that if it meant you would never have to see those psychos again.
After some time, running around and exhausting yourself. You laid down in your bed, staring at the ceiling. As soon as you saw it, a scream erupted from your throat - followed by hysterical sobs as you looked towards the room across from yours.
It was a body, and a message in blood was painted on the ceiling.
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