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“…All I’m saying is that it’s weird to keep track of how
many apples are in a basket. He
shouldn’t have been able to tell one was missing,” Gwaine shrugged as he bit
into his stolen apple.
caught you with it in your hand, Gwaine.”
Leon laughed. “It takes extreme
skill to miss a crime that you’re witness to.”
The other knights laughed while they rode along the forest trail.
not that funny, Gwaine.” Elyan
chided. “You should be glad that you
weren’t in uniform. Arthur would’ve had
wouldn’t. His Highness talks a big
game. I could get away again if I
wanted. We don’t even have to be out
right now, you know. We could just tell
him that we finished the patrol and he would be none the wiser.”
know. But it’s healthy to push the
limits.” Gwaine said cheekily. Everyone laughed. Gwaine opened his mouth to speak again, but
is it?” Leon asked him.
hear that?” Gwaine asked.
what?” The party went silent, listening
for any sound. “I don’t hear anyth—”
“Shh!” Gwaine shushed his friend. The party listened for any sound. Then they heard someone cough. “That!”
The knights looked at each other and began to ride towards the
sound. After riding for a short
distance, Leon held his hand up and motioned for everyone to stop. The knights dismounted and drew their
swords. Elyan signalled for everyone to
spread out and search the area. Everyone
went silent and serious. All except for
Gwaine, who was swinging his sword and loudly chewing his apple. After one particularly loud crunch, the
knights turned and glared at him. He
shrugged and everyone went back to their search. Just
as he was about to turn back, Gwaine heard another cough. His head snapped up and his gaze landed on a
gnarled old tree a few metres from where he stood. Suddenly serious, he dropped his apple and
brandished his sword. He stood against
the back of the tree and took a deep breath.
Then he spun around the trunk to the other side, pointing his phone at
the source of the sound. He dropped his
sword and sucked in a breath. Lying
against the base of the tree was a girl with matted H/C hair and covered in
scrapes and bruises. Although she was
barely conscious, she kept her hands firmly pressed against a wound on her
side. From her laboured breathing,
Gwaine could tell she needed help, and fast.
He crouched down to look at her just as her eyes snapped open. Her face filled with fear and she tried in
vain to squirm away from him.
don’t hurt me,” She gasped. Gwaine held
his hands up.
won’t, I’m here to help.” He told
her. A faint smile tugged at her lips,
and before he could react she was unconscious. Gwaine ripped a strip of fabric from the
bottom of his cloak and pressed it against the girl’s side. “Over here!”
He shouted. Footsteps thundered
towards him. Percival was the first to
this?” He asked.
don’t know but she needs help. Send
someone ahead and tell Gaius to prepare the infirmary!” Still keeping a tight hold on her wound,
Gwaine awkwardly lifted the girl into his arms and took her back to his
What happened to you?
you hear me?” You slowly returned to the
surface. “Miss, I need you to open your
eyes if you can hear me.” With a small
groan, your eyes slowly opened. An old
man with gray hair was standing over you.
“Well good morning.” He smiled
down at you. “Merlin, go inform Arthur
and his knights that the girl is awake,” You heard footsteps and a door slam.
am I?” You voice was rough and scratchy
from lack of use.
in Camelot. A legion of knights found
you injured in the forest and they brought you to me for treatment. May I ask your name?”
name is Y/N.” You said slowly. The man smiled and checked your wound.
nice to meet you Y/N. I am Gaius.” He took a small canister and dipped his
fingers into it. He rubbed some on the
wound and you hissed in pain. “I
apologize but this is necessary or else infection may set in.” You grit your teeth and nodded. As Gaius rewrapped your wound, the door
opened again and you heard a flurry of footsteps.
awake?” You flinched at the sudden
noise. Gaius shushed the speaker.
your voice, Sir Gwaine!”
“Sorry.” He muttered.
“But… she’s fine, right?” Gaius
finished tying off your bandages and stood up with a nod.
had been any later, she wouldn’t wake up at all.” You shivered at how close you came to
dying. Two men followed Gaius into your
line of vision. Both had dark hair, but
one had blue eyes while the other had brown.
you alright?” The brown-eyed one
asked. You nodded.
had worse.” He laughed loudly, earning
him a whack to the back of the head from Gaius.
were run through a sword, yet you’ve had worse?” You shrugged.
what I said, isn’t it?” Gwaine turned to
look at the men behind him. Gaius had a
kind look on his face and the other man laughed quietly. Seeming to remember the other man’s presence,
Gaius said something about ‘reporting to the King’ and left the room with the
other man. The brown-eyed man brought a
chair to your bedside and sat down.
by the way.
a beautiful name. How did you end up in
ambushed by bandits. I was actually on
my way here.” He sat up a little
to become a knight.” You answered
simply. Gwaine laughed. “What’s so funny?”
you want to become a knight?”
father was a knight, and it’s always been my dream.” He was still grinning. “You still find this funny?” His grin slowly fell.
course not, it’s just a woman becoming a knight is unheard of.”
why is that?”
women don’t normally take part in men’s activities.” This made you mad.
activities’? Who are you to decide what
is a man’s activity and a woman’s activity?”
You demanded. “I have as much
right to wield a sword as you do!” He
held up his hands.
didn’t mean to offend you.” You huffed
and crossed your arms, looking away from him.
“I don’t know how life is like where you are from, but things are
different in Camelot.”
“So? Just because something is the norm doesn’t
mean it can’t change.” You turned back
at him as your anger slowly dissipated.
“But I will become a
knight. You’ll see.” He chuckled softly.
hold you to that.”
been two weeks since you came to Camelot and you were finally allowed to get up
and walk around. You had actually become
unlikely friends with Queen Guinevere and you were on your way to visit
her. When you had first met, you were
still bedridden and trying to figure out what you would do for clothing. You had only brought the outfit you were
wearing, but it was pretty torn up so it was out of the question. When the Queen heard that the ambush victim
was a woman she immediately came to see you and offer you one of her dresses,
but you turned the offer down and instead asked for a shirt, trousers, and
“Y/N!” You turned to see Queen Guinevere walking
towards you. You hastily dipped into a
sloppy curtsey. “Hey, now. What did I say about curtseying?” You nodded.
“It’s alright. I see your new clothes fit you quite nicely.”
thank you again.”
my pleasure Y/N. I’m glad we have
clothes that suit your tastes. I hear
that they are quite unique.”
my husband’s knights tells me you wish to join their ranks.”
that’s true.” She smiled.
glad.” You looked at her.
course. I’m glad that someone like you
has come to Camelot. We have been
trapped in the old ways for far too long, in my opinion. My husband, on the other hand, is a little
harder to convince.” She smiled. “That doesn’t mean he doesn’t try. But King Uther trained him to respect the old
ways his whole life, and that can be a very difficult habit to break.”
won’t give up.”
know. And if you will allow me, I would
like to assist you in your quest.”
couldn’t ask you to do that for me.”
not.” She turned to you. “I’m offering.” She smiled again. “I would like to help you.”
would be honored to accept your assistance, My Lady.” You curtsied again despite her protests. “But how do you plan to help me? I very well can’t just waltz into the trials as
I am now.” You motioned to your
appearance. “I’ll be sent off before I
utter a single word.” She grabbed you
hand and began to lead you to the armoury.
we’ll just have to make sure no one finds out who you are.” She opened the door to the armoury and
motioned for you to go inside. She began
to mill about the room, grabbing pieces of armour off the walls as she
went. “Try these on,” She threw them at
you and disappeared behind a shelf. You
nodded obediently and began to strap the armour on. The door flew open and you hid behind a shelf
without looking. Gwaine walked in,
studying the shelves of armour with a bored expression. Knowing you could trust him to keep your
secret, you stepped out from your hiding place and continued to put on your
armour. You picked up a shoulder plate
and Gwaine whirled around with his hand on his sword. When he saw it was you, he smiled and
what are you up to, little bird?” He
started calling you little bird shortly after your arrival. You had asked him many times to explain his
nickname for you, but he’d always shrug and say he’d tell you later.
going to train to be a knight,” You grabbed a shin guard and put it on.
entering the trials?” You nodded. “But how?
Arthur will take one look at you and send you off.” You grabbed the breastplate and attempted to
strap it on. You couldn’t reach the
straps behind you, and Gwaine took it as his cue to step in. He approached you so he was standing behind
you and grabbed the straps. He fastened
going to disguise myself.”
not of noble birth.”
neither are you.” You pointed out.
are you so against me becoming a knight?”
He didn’t answer you. “That’s
what I thought.” You huffed as Gwen
I have a sword, helmet, and a letter confirming your background.” She looked up. “Oh, hello Gwaine.” He bowed.
Lady. I was just—”
just leaving, you interrupted. You
looked at him pointedly, daring him to argue.
He bit his tongue and nodded. He
turned and left as quickly as he had come.
Gwen looked at you with a cheeky smile.
was that about?”
rather not talk about it.” You said as
you put the helmet on. A horn blared out.
“And I don’t have time.” Snapping
the visor down and strapping the sword around your waist, you headed out for
your first day of tests.
that another student had witnessed the whole exchange.
returned to the infirmary and flopped down, exhausted.
day?” You turned to Merlin and flashed
him a tired smile.
think you might be in over your head?”
even a little. The tests last three
days, and I’m already finished day one.
Two more days won’t kill me.” And
without waiting for a response, you rolled over and instantly fell asleep.
to day three!” Arthur announced as he
strolled in front of the line of almost-knights. “And farewell to most of you. Because today, before you duel me for one
minute, you will duel each other for thirty seconds. If you both pass, you will both move to the
final stage. If you fail, you will be
asked to leave.” You tried to hide your
nervousness. You weren’t backing down,
but you hadn’t realized how stressful training would really be. Your gaze flicked over to the group of
knights watching, and you made eye-contact with Gwaine. He smiled reassuringly. “You will draw lots to determine who duels
who. Is that clear?” You all responded with a loud “Yes,
Sire!” You all drew lots and were soon
ready to begin. “On my mark!” You looked at your opponent, who had a very
suspicious grin on his face. Arthur’s
arm swung down and the duels began. Your
opponent came at you instantly, and you blocked his blow instantly. Deflecting his training sword, you thrust
your sword at him. You struck him in the
chest and he fell over. The duels
stopped. Arthur came over and helped
your opponent up. “You have proven your worth this far. But I can’t accept a knight who can’t last
thirty seconds in battle.” His face got
red, and he jabbed an accusing finger at you.
kick me out! I deserve to be here!”
why is that?” Arthur asked with a bored
expression. His tone suggested that he
was used to this reaction.
my opponent is a girl!” Your heart
dropped and Arthur stiffened.
this true?” He turned to you. Your opponent answered for you.
course it is!” Before you could react,
he stalked towards you and ripped your helmet off. The other knights gasped, and the blood
drained from your face. Arthur sighed.
He motioned for a guard. “Take her to
the dungeons.” He turned to you. “You are under arrest for lying to the
Crown.” A hand wrapped around your
shoulder, and it began to drag you roughly towards the dungeons. You looked over your shoulder. Arthur refused to look at you, and Gwaine was
staring after you sadly.
you alright?” You looked up from your
corner too see Gwaine standing on the other side of the bars.
course I’m not.” You said sharply. “I was so
close.” He sighed.
call me that!”
“Y/N. I’m so sorry this happened to you. But—”
what? It’s better this way? I was in over my head? I didn’t know what I was doing?” Gwaine was about to protest, but you cut him
off. “I don’t want to talk right
now.” You turned away from him and after
a moment you heard his footsteps fade.
As soon as he left, you buried your face in your knees, and, for the
first time since you were a child, you started to cry softly.
was around the corner. He heard every
sob, and his heart broke a little more with each one.
were snapped out of your restless sleep by a bell tolling. You stood on the small cot and craned your
neck to look through the bars. The
courtyard was in absolute chaos. You
instantly knew what was going on.
Camelot was under attack.
does it,” You grumbled to yourself. You
were not going to sit around while
innocent people were slaughtered. You
looked around, searching for something, anything that could help you get out of
your cell. You found a medium size rock,
and picked it up. You began smashing it
against the lock, but it didn’t give way.
that’s not a very bright idea, is it?”
You looked up to see Merlin leaning against the wall, watching you.
normally I’d laugh, but now’s really not the best time!” You snapped.
if you stopped attacking the door I’d help you.” You stepped back impatiently and Merlin
fished a ring of (probably stolen) keys out of his pocket. He opened your cell and you bolted out. “Wait!”
You stopped and looked at him in frustration.
is it now?” He threw you a sword and you
caught it in shock. You didn’t even
notice him carrying one. Deciding that
your question could wait, you strapped the sword around your waist and took
off, shouting your thanks over your shoulder.
You almost made it out of the dungeons before running into an
attacker. You drew your sword and
disarmed the assailant, injuring his sword arm in the process. You made it a rule to never kill unless you
absolutely had to. You ran up the stairs
to the courtyard and thrust yourself into the chaos without a second
thought. You cut down enemies in your
way, creating a path through the courtyard.
out!” You whirled around just as Gwaine
cut down an assailant about to run you through.
You nodded to show your thanks, but before you could jump back into the fray,
he wrapped his hand around your upper arm and dragged you to the edge of the
are you doing?” You hissed as you tried
to get away from him. He ignored you.
are you doing?” He demanded.
“You’re supposed to be locked up!”
expect me to sit around in the middle of a fight?”
“No it’s not!” You shouted.
“Why are you being so protective?”
wouldn’t understand.” You scoffed and
stabbed a man about to take Gwaine’s head off.
wouldn’t I understand?” He still didn’t
answer. “I don’t have time for
this.” You ducked around him, but you
were pulled back again. Before you could
react, his lips were on yours.
“Because I can’t lose you!” He shouted once he pulled away. You stared at him in shock.
“What?” He refused to look at you. You gently laid a hand on his cheek and
guided his gaze to you.
won’t.” And then you pulled him down to
kiss him again. When you pulled away he
had the same expression you had when he kissed you. So you took your chance. You passed the dazed knight and plunged back
into the battle without another thought.
“Y/N!” You heard a shout behind you but you ignored
it. “Y/N!” You could tell he was getting closer. An arm wrapped around your waist and tugged
you back, out of the path of a blade.
“Who are you to just kiss and run like that?” Gwaine asked with a smirk on his lips.
this is over, we can have a nice long talk but for now, we should really focus
and—Your Highness!” Gwen was cornered by
a pair of soldiers. She was trying to
fight them off, but you knew she wouldn’t last much longer. You looked around, but no one else seemed to
see. Before Gwaine could stop you, you
took off towards the Queen. You easily
took down the first man and moved to shield the Queen. “Run!”
You shouted at her. She nodded,
ducked under your arm and ran straight to her husband. Angry that his target got away, the uninjured
attacker turned to you with a snarl. You
held up your sword, daring him to make the first move. With a loud cry, the man lunged forward. You sparred back in forth until your
positions switched and he was the one against the wall. Seeing that his balance was off, you smacked
him with the broad side of your sword and sent him crashing to the ground. You stood over him, your chest heaving and
your sword at his throat. “Any last
words?” He looked at you in fear, but it
changed to a smirk. Confused, you turned
time to see your opponent from the trials run you through with his sword. He wrenched his blade out of you and you
collapsed to your knees, your hands shaky as they tried to stop the flow of
blood. The last thing you saw before you
blacked out was Gwaine screaming your name and Gwen running towards you.
woke in a daze. “You really have to stop
getting into these situations, Y/N.” You
looked up at Gaius with a tired smile.
fault.” Gaius chuckled.
guess it wouldn’t be, would it?” You
laughed, but it quickly turned into a bone-rattling cough. Gaius came over and helped to prop you
up. After the coughing subsided you fell
back against the pillows with a tired sigh.
are the herbs—she’s awake?” Merlin dropped
what he was holding. “I’ll fetch Gwaine!” You tried to stop him, but he was already
gone. You groaned.
going to kill me.” Gaius smiled.
think you’ll be fine.” Before you
could ask him what he meant, the door
“Y/N!” Gaius stepped out of the room and closed the
door behind him and Gwaine flew to your bedside. “How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? What do you ne—”
You chuckled softly and held up a hand. “I’m
okay. I told you before, I’ve had worse.” He smiled softly and brushed his lips against
so worried about you.”
wasn’t your fault. When you fell, I
thought… I thought I lost you for
certain.” He sat on the edge of your bed
and gently pulled you into an embrace. “I’m
so glad you’re safe.” You smiled and
returned the hug, but then your remembered your current state of affairs.
long until I’m sent back to the dungeon?”
He squeezed you tighter and let you go.
A dazzling grin was plastered on his face.
not going back.”
Guinevere told King Arthur what you did for her. He’s decided to reward you.” His grin got even wider. “He’s going to knight you, Y/N!” Your jaw dropped.
“Really?” You began to smile like a madman. He nodded and pulled you back into his arms.
“Really.” He kissed the top of your head and murmured
into your ear. “You did it, little bird.”
Mle 1874 manufactured by Werndl in Steyr, Austria c.1879 for the French Navy, serial number A13743. Mle 1884 manufactured by MAT in Châtellerault , France c.1884 also for the French Navy, serial number F47937. 11mm Gras cartridge, 7 rounds tubular magazine +1+1 in the elevator and chamber, 1m25 long and 4,5kg empty. The Kropatschek was initially ordered to replace the Chassepot needle rifles still used by the French navy in the 1880′s after trials held at Cherbourg. It was only manufactured in France following its modifications in 1884 and 1885, before finally being the basis for the smokeless powder Lebel in 1886.
This was my first Doctor who request on Wattpad and I made this story into quite an epic piece b/c it almost felt like a real episode in a way :) I hope you guys feel the same as your reading it. No warnings really just some butt-kicking action with the 11th doctor MY doctor and the Ponds feat. river song :)
A young woman around 18-19 years old was being forcefully dragged down a corridor like a rag doll by her arms by 2 guards with a single eye patch over their left eyes. The girl had looked like he had come out of a wrestling ring for if you moved her matted (h/c) from her face, you could see the bruises and dried blood all over her face.
The guards opened up a cell door and threw her into the cell like she was trash as one of them said.
“Sooner or later you’ll talk, you can’t protect them forever”. The cell door then closed and was bolted and locked to ensure she didn’t escape.
It was then the girl smirked a famous grin that she had inherited from her mother.
She took out a transmitter and sent out a distress signal.One for the past and the other in the future.
Manufactured by MAT in France c.1916-17 as a stopgap before the introduction of the RSC Mle1917, serial number 82. 7,2x56,95mm rimless cartridges with steel-cored bullets, 5-rounds fixed box magazine reloaded through the bottom with a clip - much like the RSC rifle,
gas operated semi automatic. Although officially adopted in 1910 as the replacement for the Mle 1886 M93 Lebel, delays to determine a specific round to be used led to production at APX to only start in 1913, and by the time WW1 started only a few thousands A6 rifles had been made. The project was revived in 1916 when France decided back on gaining the technological upper hand in the war, and a thousand more guns were manufactured in Tulle under the designation Mle 1916. Less than 900 were sent to sharpshooters on the front line. It was considered the most advanced functional military rifle design used during the war.
A/N: This isn’t canon but I had this idea in my head for a while now, but if I were to write it in one go, it would be pretty long. Let me know if you want more!
The night was pitch black and the only sounds were crickets chirping in the forest. That was until Joyce and Jonathan Byers began searching the forest surrounding their home for Will. Both of them were screaming at the top of their lungs, adrenaline kicking in as they strained for any sign of Will. Jonathan felt his heart beat pick up as the panic settled in. His little brother was gone without a trace, but that couldn’t be—there had to be some trace of him. Jonathan took another turn in the forest only to spot something cowering a few feet away.
“Will?” Jonathan asked.
The cowering figure didn’t move and the closer Jonathan got to it, the clearer the figure became. It was a person in the fetal position, wearing a long white gown similar to a hospital gown. However, the gown was covered in dirt and debris and the person’s arms were over their head and they were shaking. Jonathan knelt down and reached out a gentle hand to touch the person. They jumped and rolled over to face Jonathan. It was a girl around his age with matted y/h/c hair and hollow y/e/c eyes. She curled her knees up to her chest and stared at Jonathan.
“Hey, you’re gonna be okay, I’m not going to hurt you,” Jonathan said slowly. “Do you understand me?”
The girl was silent for a long moment before nodding. She maintained a deer in the headlights expression. She looked like she escaped from a hospital or mental institution and based off of her response, Jonathan guessed the latter.
“Jonathan, did you find anything?” Joyce called.
“Yeah, but it’s not Will!” Jonathan called back. “Can you speak?”
The girl pressed herself against the tree as her eyes searched the area in a panic. She licked her chapped bottom lip and nodded. Joyce arrived before Jonathan could ask the girl anymore questions, and Joyce immediately took pity on her.
“Oh my,” Joyce said.
“I found her curled up here. I think she’s selectively mute,” Jonathan said.
“We need to take her to the hospital. When she’s better, we can ask her if she’s seen Will,” Joyce said.
The girl shook her head vigorously when she heard “hospital” and made whimper noises.
“You don’t want to go to the hospital?” Jonathan asked.
“We need to take you back to our house then—-we will help you,” Joyce said.
“We need to find Will,” Jonathan said.
“Well, we’ll take her back to the house and go to the police station, all right?”
The girl shakily stood to her feet and walked with Jonathan and Joyce to their house. When they got to the house, Joyce went to the police station to report Will missing while Jonathan helped the girl. Jonathan was frustrated since he wanted to be out looking for his brother and was a little suspicious of the girl as well. She would pause to stare at his records, cassette player, and pictures in his room while following him to the bathroom. When Jonathan turned on the water in the sink, the girl jumped and cowered in a corner. Jonathan turned around and frowned.
“Are you afraid of water?”
The girl nodded.
“I have to use the water to clean you up. I’m not going to hurt you.”
It almost broke Jonathan’s heart to see tears well up in the girl’s eyes. She must have truly gone through something wherever she came from. After ten minutes, Jonathan coaxed her to sit on the toilet while he cleaned off the dirt and debris from her legs and arms. He had just wiped the cloth passed her elbow when he noticed 003 tattooed on her right forearm.
“What’s this?” Jonathan asked.
“Me,” she whispered.
Her voice was melodic albeit a bit hoarse. Jonathan blinked in surprise when she spoke.
“This is what they call you?”
The girl nodded.
“Do you want me to call you that?”
The girl shook her head vigorously.
“What do you want me to call you then?”
The girl was quiet again and Jonathan sighed.
“You can call me Jonathan. My mom is the one who was with me earlier, you can call her Mrs. Byers.” Jonathan finished cleaning off her arm and set the washcloth aside. He gulped when he realized that 003 was still dirty and definitely needed a bath. He could feel his face getting a little hot due to the situation. “Uh, you can…uh, take a bath now. I’ll go get you some clothes, okay?”
003 stared at him before cocking her head at him. Jonathan sighed once more in frustration before walking into Joyce’s room in order to grab some clothes. He grabbed a t-shirt and some sweatpants for 003.
“Pull it together, Jonathan, at least she probably doesn’t know how awkward you are.”
When he walked back into the bathroom, 003 was still sitting on the toilet but she was staring at the bath tub. Jonathan cleared his throat and handed her the clothes.
“I’ll be outside if you need anything.”
003 looked at the clothes and looked up at Jonathan. “Thank you…Jonathan.”
In the twenty minutes 003 took to clean up, Jonathan was growing more and more anxious about his brother and more curious about the girl. Where did Will go? Who took him? Did 003 have anything to do with it? Why did she barely speak? Did she know where Will went? The final question gnawed at Jonathan and he had to know. He highly doubted she had anything to do with his disappearance but she had to have seen something.
When 003 walked out of the bathroom, she looked like a new person mostly because her face was clean. Her y/s/c skin was smooth and her hair was clean. Jonathan could not help but wonder how she managed to wash her face and hair without breaking down about the water. Jonathan led 003 into his room and plucked a picture of Will off the wall. When he turned to face her, 003 was staring at his camera as though it was foreign to her.
“Have you never seen a camera before?” Jonathan asked.
003 shook her head and straightened up. She blinked at him as though to say “Is there something else?”
“I have something really important to ask you. My mom and I found you because we were looking for my brother, Will. Have you seen him?” Jonathan held the Polaroid picture in front of 003.
Her expression faltered a bit and Jonathan knew that she’d seen him. “Him.”
“Where did you see him? Was he in the woods? Who else was with him?”
She looked up at Jonathan. “Gone.”
“Gone? Gone where?”
003 was obviously insane, nothing she said made any sense. Unfortunately, she was also the only lead Jonathan had to finding Will.
“What do you mean Will’s in darkness? Three, you’re not making any sense!” Jonathan pivoted on his heel and walked away. He ran his hands through his hair in a vain attempt to calm himself down. There had to be a way to get through to her and translate what she was saying.
“Y/N,” she said. “Y/N not Three.”
Y/N, it was a relatively normal sounding name. Something was very wrong with her and with Will. Jonathan needed to get the bottom of it.
“Okay, Y/N, where did Will go?” Jonathan asked.
Y/N took slow, apprehensive steps towards Jonathan. He faced her and Y/N stared into his eyes for a long moment. He began to slouch underneath her scrutiny because even though the looks that he got at school felt like they went through him, Y/N seemed as though she truly saw right through him. Slowly, Y/N touched his face and her eyes went pure white. All of a sudden, Jonathan was surrounded by darkness. As his eyes adjusted, he realized that he was in the forest near his house, but everything looked different. The sky had a more green-purple tint to it and the ground felt more swampy.
“Will? Y/N?” Jonathan called.
That was when he heard it: the monster’s cry. It was coming from behind him and he whirled around and saw a slimy black figure skalking right towards him. Jonathan’s feet immediately carried him in the opposite direction, but the creature was fast. The last thing he heard was its cry before he woke up.
He was back in his room and Y/N was in front of him. Her eyes were normal again and she looked a little nervous. Jonathan recoiled away from her touch as though she was the monster.
“What was that? What did you do to me?” he demanded.
“Will,” Y/N said.
Then, something broke through all the hysteria: Y/N showed Jonathan where Will is. He had no idea how she’d done it but that was where Will was.
“You showed me where he was? He’s in that darkness with that…thing?”
“Is that where you came from? How did you get here?”
Y/N shook her head.
“Where are you from?”
“What’s that thing in the darkness with Will?”
Y/N’s body began to shake and she took a step away from Jonathan. “Monster,” she whispered.
Something in Jonathan’s gut told him that this was only the beginning of his relationship with Y/N. He was going to have to figure out some way to communicate with her if he was going to find Will and rescue him from the darkness and the monster.
Sorry this took so long to get out! This is more of a filler chapter, but part 3 is started so expect that soon! Hope you guys like it!
Dean pulled up outside of the small white house and got out of his beloved car. Sam followed suit, taking in the broken windows and scratched up door. The brothers looked at each other, both equally wary. This didn’t look good.
“Hellhound?” Dean questioned, stepping onto the sidewalk leading up to your front door. Sam nodded. He took in the damage around your house and shook his head. You had to be pretty shaken up. By the looks of things, whatever went down wasn’t pretty.
“Most likely. I can’t imagine much else making this sort of damage,” he replied. He went to knock on your front door, but the smallest amount of pressure gently nudged it open. Cautiously, he entered your house. “Hello?”
Dean hurried in after his brother, standing beside him in the entrance way. The whole house was in tatters. There was glass shattered in the carpet and the couch was overturned in the living room. A trail of blood lead into the kitchen, where the brothers could only assume that your mother was.
“I’ll go check out the kitchen and see what happened. You look for the kid,” Dean looked toward his brother who nodded. He then walked toward the kitchen, following the blood trail that got thicker the closer he came. The scene he walked into was grotesque. Gruesome. He could even say disgusting. There were strips and chunks of flesh everywhere, pools of blood covered the whole floor. Dean sighed. He felt for you, having to see the only family you had ever known resorted to this. Eyes wandering, the eldest Winchester shook his head. Man, did he have alot to clean up.
Meanwhile, Sam hurriedly walked up the steps looking for any sign of you. All the doors were shut, and you were most likely terrified. Hell, any kid would be after seeing what you had. Sam was messed up after seeing Dean torn to shreds, and he was and adult. He couldn’t imagine being a kid and seeing your mother end up like that. He was worried. Not only was he dealing with a most likely traumatized teenager, he was dealing with his sister. A sister, who he didn’t know existed until a few hours ago. A sister, who probably didn’t trust them and was probably scared out of her mind while two strange men walked around her house.
“(Y/N)? Are you still here?” Sam looked around for any sign of you. He found nothing. Although your house was small, he was starting to figure finding you was going to be harder than expected. A muffled voice came from somewhere in the hallway.
“Who are you? I have a gun,” the voice was small and weak, making Sam hurt for you.
“Hey sweetheart, I’m Sam. Sam Winchester. I’m here to help you okay? My brother and I are going to get you out of here okay? But first you need to show me where you are, okay?” the far door on the left opened slightly, and puffy (Y/E/C) eyes peeked out at him.
“How do I know you aren’t lying?”
“I guess you’re going to have to trust me on that,” Sam gave you a patient smile. The door opened the whole way and Sam’s eyes scanned you for any injuries and drank in your appearance. Your clothes were completely bloodied, some of your (Y/H/C) hair matted down with blood. You had obviously been crying, but you tried to look composed as you clutched a duffle bag in your hand. Sam gave you a soft smile.
“Let’s get you out of here,” he lead you down the stairs where Dean was waiting by the door. At the sight of Dean you hovered a little closer to Sam. The elder Winchester rubbed you the wrong way for some reason. While Sam seemed more kind and empathetic, Dean just seemed very gruff and out of place.
“Well, are we going or not?” Dean growled, making you wince a little. Sam sent his brother a warning glance and smiled at you apologetically. The three of you headed out to the impala, and off to a motel. You quickly showered and fell asleep in one of the beds while the brothers argued quietly. What were they going to do with you?
Fandom- The Walking Dead
Pairing- Daryl x reader
Plot- After their first fight, reader gets kidnapped by the governor.
Warnings- Language, Violence
Crouched down low, I quickly made my way through the forest careful to avoid stepping on anything that would reveal my position. A a gun with a silencer on it was pressed against my thigh, ready to be fired at any moment.
Pushing through a bush I bit my lip in concentration as I saw the deer I had been tracking the whole morning. Quickly pushing my matted (h/c) hair out of my face, I raised my gun and without hesitation, pulled the trigger. The deer fell to the ground, the bullet having gone right through its head.
“Yes! Oh fuck ya take that you little-” I yelled at I pushed through the bush, momentarily forgetting that there could be walkers around.
With a little difficulty, I hoisted the deer up on to my shoulder, almost falling over under the weight, and pushed forward back to the prison. An hour and many choice words later I drug myself and the deer under a small hole in the fence and laid down in the grass to take a break. I grimaced when I saw I was face to face with the deer and rolled over on to my side. I saw Glenn standing up in the watch tower looking through the binoculars at me. I waved but instead of waving back he turned and ran out of the tower.
“I see how it is, weirdo…” I mumbled grabbing the deer once more and stumbling into the prison were I was instantly met with yelling.
“(Y/n)! Where have you been?” Maggie yelled pulling my into a tight hug and causing me to drop my deer. I had been with The Greene family since this whole thing started. They were like a second family to me.
“I was hunting.” I said pulling back.
“Daryl has been going insane. We thought-” she was cut off as the man himself came stomping down the stairs.
“-You got kidnapped or eaten by a walker in the middle of the night. Where have you been?” Daryl yelled.
The rest of the room silenced, watching the scene in front of them unfold.
“I was out, hunting. I saw a deer this morning and went after it.” I said, slightly embarrassed at the way he was treating me like a child in front of everyone.
“Really, you just walk off into the woods with no one to protect you? You could’ve been killed or bitten and nobody would’ve known!”
Oh hell no. “I don’t need anyone to protect me, Daryl! I can do whatever I want, I don’t need you to babysit me.” I growled, not caring who was watching anymore.
“Well obviously you do if your just gonna go wandering off like that.”
“Fuck you, Dixon! You don’t control me, I don’t care what you say. If I want to go out and hunt I can go out and hunt, I don’t need your permission. Obviously, I’m fine and I can take care of myself.”
“No you can’t! You don’t get it, do you? You are weak and selfish and stupid. You can’t take care of yourself!”
I reached up and slapped him before I could stop myself earning a collective gasp from the growing crowd that was now watching us like a tv show.
His eyes widened, “(Y/n)-” he started but I turned and stomped out before he could say anything else.
I pushed out the doors and walked put into the field and climbed on top of the turned over bus.
“Who needs him.” I muttered to myself. “I definitely don’t. I can take care of myself.”
Pulling my knees up to my chest, I rested my head on them and looked out at the fence. Walkers were pushing up against it like usual and the groans could be heard from all around.
I fiddled with the falling apart leather on my old boots. This had been our first fight. Well first real fight, we’d argued over small, stupid things like whether or not it was ok to tell other people about how much of a cuddler he was. Or if it was my right as a girlfriend to kiss him and hug him in public, as he was always a little reserved with the whole PDA thing and I learned to just accept that.
But this was our first big fight with yelling and not to mention I slapped him, which I was starting to feel bad about. But he deserved it, calling me weak and saying I needed a babysitter. Who does he think he is?
I don’t know how long I sat in that bus before I saw it. A person ducking under some low hanging branches caught my gaze. It couldn’t have been a walker, it wasn’t stumbling, it moved with precision.
I thought of the war we were fighting with the town Woodbury and jumped off the bus. My first instincts told me to go in and tell Rick or Daryl. But my pride told me I could handle this myself. So I did.
Ducking under the fence I quickly dove into some tall grass as to not be seen by Glenn who was once again up in the watch tower. I did an army crawl into the trees and out of Glenn’s sight before standing up and running in the direction I saw the figure. Biting my lip, I quickly pulled out my gun when I head the sound of leaves and twigs breaking. The footsteps where coming closer and closer and I jumped in front of the person, only to stop confused when no one was there.
“What the…” I mumbled looking around and lowering my gun.
Suddenly something hard hit me in the head and everything went black.
I groaned rolling my head to the side. I opened my eyes slowly and waited for them to adjust to the darkness before looking around. My head and neck were killing me and my arms were tied around a pole behind me. I was sat on the floor in what looked like a empty warehouse.
“What the fuck…” I groaned, looking around the room. There were boxes stacked around the edge of the room and a table with different types of weapons on it sat in the middle. I recognized my gun and knives amidst the other stuff.
That can’t be good.
I pulled on the rope and tried to feel for a way I could untie it, but came up short. But before I could do anything else the heavy metal doors swung open and light flooded the room, causing me to flinch away. As soon as the light was there it was gone but a person with a lamp walked in. I looked up and saw a guy with an eye patch standing in front of me, holding the lamp.
He gave me a kind smile but I saw something more sinister behind it.
He set down the lamp and pulled up a chair, sitting right in front of me.
“Seems like they hit you a little harder than necessary, you were out for a long time. (Y/n) right?” He asked.
“What do you want? Where am I?” I spat, ignoring his question.
“All in good time, (Y/n). Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. How about you tell me about your little prison.”
“Hmm” I pretended to think before looking innocently up at him, “How about you… Go to hell.” I yelled before spitting at his shoes.
He grinned, “I guess were doing things the hard way.”
Many hits and cuts later and both the governor and I where covered in my blood. I had a black eye and I’m pretty sure my nose was broken. He had slashed gashes across my stomach and I was covered in bruises. But I had yet to give up any information except where he could stick his knife.
“Well, Miss, I gotta say your a lot tougher than you look. Think about your choices, tell me what I need to know and you’re free to leave. Or we can continue what we have going now, your choice. I’ll be back tomorrow.” The governor smirked at me before once again locking me in the dark room.
I coughed and I could feel blood running down my face and my body screamed in protest with every movement.
This whole thing was terribly ironic. I go out and try to prove myself only to get captured. Well I’m not gonna just sit here and wait for a rescuer. Ignoring the pain, I pulled myself up and rested against the pole. Just standing had taken a lot out of me.
The table with my knife was out of my reach, but there was one knife that I knew they hadn’t taken. A while ago, the heel of boot had began to rip off. So I took advantage of the and hid a pocket knife there.
Using the pole to keep my balance, I brought my left foot up and pulled the small blade out of my shoe. I flipped it out and began to carve away at the thick rope, all but yelling out in triumph when it broke apart.
I stumbled over to the table and grabbed my stuff, before assessing the chain on the door. I could either waste time trying to pick it, or risk someone hearing me if I break it off. I decided on the latter and in one swift motion, I brought the butt of my gun down hard on the chain and surprisingly, the chain didn’t break. But the handle of the door fell off and was now hanging by the chain that was still connected to the other handle. I hesitantly pushed the door and it creaked open.
Well, whatever works.
I slipped out the door and into the dim hallway. I snuck around the hall looking for a way out while avoiding any room were I might run into others. After looking for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes, I found a door that led outside. The sun had set, which I was grateful for, and I wandered around before I found myself in the middle of the town. I snuck through the shadows, careful to avoid being seen by someone who might look through there windows.
I heard voices coming from on top of a large wall, separating me from freedom, and stopped to find a way past it.
Three guys sat spread out on top of the wall, talking about something that I didn’t care enough about to listen to and holding large guns. That’s not gonna be good for me.
I crept along the side of the wall, grateful the guys were facing the other way, and felt around for a door.
“Aha.” I muttered feeling a shorter part of the wall that I could easily jump.
I took a deep breath before throwing myself over the fence and sprinting out into the street.
Instantly the men’s low talking became a loud yelling as one of them spotted me. I heard the guys start to fire at me but I just kept running towards the woods as bullets flew past me
At the last second before I would disappear out of their sight, I turned around and flipped them off before vanishing into the woods. I kept running for a while, incase the three had decided to chase me, before falling down on a tree and catching my breath.
I ripped off half of my shirt and wrapped it tightly around my midsection were I had what had to be at least six deep cuts. I rested my head on the tree, letting my breathing and heartbeat regulate before pulling myself back up. I had no time to waste laying down, I had to get back to the prison.
I began to all but drag myself forward, the adrenaline rush that had brought me this far long gone, and prayed that no walkers would try me tonight cause I just didn’t have time for that.
Hours later I finally gave in and let myself rest again. Honestly I didn’t even know if I was going in the right direction. I just choose a way and hoped and now it was too late to change my mind.
Throwing myself into the long grass I rested my hand over my swelling eye and grimaced when I felt it. That couldn’t be pretty.
I lay there, looking up at the stars and listening to the sounds of nature. I had the urge to scream but I knew that wouldn’t be good for anyone involved, especially me, so I held in.
What I wouldn’t give to be back in the prison now. In my bed cuddled up next to Daryl who, no matter how much he denies it, enjoyed the cuddling probably more than I did. Just thinking about it made me tired and I was almost out when footsteps brought me back to the real world.
I stumbled up quickly, nearly falling over from the sudden movement, and drew my gun pointing it in the direction of the footsteps.
I really didn’t have the energy to fight off a walker. But if I fired now it would attract more. But if I don’t fire then I’ll have to fight it with my knife and I could get bit.
I internally argued with myself before letting out a yelp and firing right as the walker pushed into the clearing.
“Oh shit- what the?” It yelled and my eyes widened. I knew that voice.
“Daryl?” I asked stepping forward and lowering my gun.
“(Y/n)?” Daryl asked, he had crouched down to dodge the bullet and was looking up at me. He stood up straight and looked at me with wide eyes.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I threw my self into his arms, ignoring the pain it caused, and held him close. He dropped his cross bow and wrapped his arms around me.
“What are you’d doing out here? What happened?” He asked, not angry like last time but concerned.
“The governor and I was on the bus and I just wanted to prove myself and he kidnapped my and the knife then the door handle and I flipped them off and-” I rambled but Daryl cut me off.
“Hey, hey calm down. You can explain it all later all that matters is that your ok.” He said calming me down.
“I’m sorry. I was trying to prove that I could do things on my own, but I was obviously wrong. You were right I cant handle myself. And I’m sorry I should’ve told you where I was going this morning.” I said.
“No, you’re wrong, you can handle yourself. I shouldn’t have tried to control you like that. You don’t just fine in your own, you don’t need to say sorry for living your life. Your not stupid or selfish. If anything I’m selfish, I was just worried about losing you.” He mumbled something else under his breath.
“Oh uh, sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” I smirked.
He rolled his eyes but I could see he was fighting back a smile, “I’m sorry, I love you.”
“I love you too.” I smiled reaching up to kiss him, but letting out a little groan when the cuts on my stomach protested and slumped back down.
“Alright, lets get you back to the prison. Everyone’s been worried.” He said, scooping me up into his arms and trekking back through the bushes.
“So, now that we’ve been through this life changing experience will you be mad if, hypothetically of course, I told Maggie about how much you love when I-”
“Shut up (Y/n). You promised not to speak of that.”
Sorry this took so long, I was out camping all weekend and we didn’t have service up there. I hope you like it, send in some requests!- Kat 😽