mister mangles

[This fic was requested by the ever-so-beautiful @lilsizzler, I hope it is everything you’d hoped it would be and if it isn’t, my humblest apologies. I hope you all enjoy it!]

           I lay curled on the bathroom floor cocooned in two blankets with a mug of tea resting on the rim of the bathtub. I had been that way all day because of the stupid flu. I felt weak I was in a constant state of shivering and I swear Satan himself was clawing his way out of my stomach.
           The light was switched on and as if on cue I dragged myself up so my head was over the toilet and puked up the little amount of tea that was left in my stomach.
           "Turn it off,“ I rasped before gagging.
           The light went out and I let myself fall back on my nest of pillows. Mister J stood in the doorway for a few minutes, I was on the verge of falling back asleep when he pulled me up into a sitting position and rested my head on his shoulder.
           "You’re lookin’ a little green, baby doll,” he growled, pressing his lips to my forehead.
           "And you’re burnin’ up, maybe I should cancel tonight and get the good ole’ doctor in here to take a l-“
           "If by doctor you mean you with a stethoscope trying to force feed me broth and fuck the sickness out of me like last time I’m afraid it’s not going to happen. I will kill you if you even try,” I said weakly.
           He laughed, “Your illness has moved you to crime? Perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing.”
           "Speak for yourself.“
           All was silent for a few seconds, “You’d really postpone your plans for tonight for me?”
           "Ahh Y/N, you know I’d do anything for you,“ he purred.
           "That’s-”
           I was quick to lean over the toilet  again but nothing came out, I dry heaved a few times before falling back onto my pillows.
           "Just go, please, and don’t tell me the details later I’m not sure my stomach could handle it right now.“
           "I was considering making him eat his entrails-”
           "I swear to g- I swear to-“ I covered my mouth trying to get my nausea under control while Mister J laughed his way out of the bathroom.

***

           I woke up feeling much worse. I felt debilitated, my vision seemed to blur around the edges, my skin was on fire, and I felt so awful that it actually worried me. I reached around for my cell phone, feeling an anxious compulsion to call Frost to come help me. A sound gave me pause and I barely managed to pull myself to my feet. I held onto things for support as I moved toward the noise and called out to Mister J.
           I saw a large man at the end of the hall, I was running before I even saw the gun and I locked the bedroom door. I turned to the bathroom, collapsing and there was a ringing in my ears. I crawled to the bathroom and shut the door, locking it.
           I was quick to find my phone and call Mister J, the shot of a gun making me cry out.

***Mister J’s P.O.V***

           "What?” I growled, answering my cell.
           She always called at the worst of times, I was about to gut this kid and now I would have to begin again after ruining the tempo of torture.
           "Mister J!“ She cried out.
           I turned my back to the kid, "Y/N, what is it?”
           "There’s a man in the flat, he has a gun, I’m locked in the bathroom,“ she croaked.
           "There’s a gun behind the mirror-”
           "I don’t know how to use a gun!“
           I growled, cracking my neck in frustration, "I’ll walk you through it, it’s going to be okay, Y/N.”
           I heard a gunshot and her scream before the line went dead.
           "Frost, get Panda to show this kid a good time and come with me, now.“

***

           Striding into the flat I raised my gun when I hurt a scream and a shot. The lights had been turned on and when I rounded the corner of the long entryway, Y/N stood in the centre of the living room. Blood dripped from her nose and crimson streams leaked between her fingers as her hands covered the bullet wound on her stomach.
           Rage tore through me and my eyes rounded on the dead man who had his gun to the back of her head. It was our captives old man, Julienne, the one that double crossed me and thought he’d get away with stealing two million dollars. He wanted to make a joke out of the Joker, but the joke is on him, he was going to receive his sons mangled corpse.
           "Mister J,” Y/N choked out, flinching when the dead man yelled at her to shut up.
           Tears spilled from her eyes and I clenched my fists.
           I laughed, lowering my gun and rolling my neck.

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           My knees were shaking, but if I fell the man swore he’d shoot me in the head, if I moved he swore he’d pull the trigger. Mister J was laughing and talking to the guy like they were old friends, like I wasn’t dying right in front of him. 
From the corner of my eye I saw Frost and I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were calm, cold, but there was an odd warmth in them too. In our time together we had developed a sort of… respect. He respected (even though he didn’t get) that I did not want to participate in the crimes they committed even though in knowing about them I was in turn guilty by association. He respected me because I loved his boss and I respected him because he protected my Puddin’.

            Frost was smart and right now he was trying to tell me something but I wasn’t sure what. He was making a subtle gesture to the ground but something Mister J said grabbed my attention.
           "Go ahead, shoot her. Do it, do it, do it. You think I give a damn about her, there’s a million more just like her out there but remember pal. You only have one son.“
           A million more just like me? I blearily looked to Frost again and dark spots clouded my vision. Frost gestured to the floor a second time and whether it was what he wanted or not I fell hard to the ground.

***Mister J’s P.O.V***

           The moment she began to fall Frost raised his gun and shot the dead man with a tranquilizer. A bullet to the head would be too fast, no; I wanted to make an example out of him. Moving to Y/N’s side I felt her pulse, it was weak but steady. Lifting her into my arms I brushed my lips against her temple.
           "You’re going to be just fine, I got'cha, honey.”

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

           Frost was standing off to the side in the bedroom when I woke up. He made a move to leave, I guess sensing his cue to go inform Mister J that I was up but I told him to wait.
           "You okay? You hurtin’?“ He asked.
           I nodded, "But that’s not it, do you think he meant it? When he told the guy to shoot me?”
           Frost gave me a blank look, “You never know with him, Y/N. I’ll let him know you’re-”
           "Thank you, Frost,“ I whispered.
           He gave me a strange look before he left the room.
           Mister J entered a few minutes later but I didn’t look at him, I didn’t look at him until he came to my side and gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced me to.
           "You’re looking a little green, baby doll,” he repeated what he had said to me earlier today.
           "You were going to let him kill me, Mister J?“ I asked.
           He cracked his neck, the corner of his mouth pulling back to bare his teeth which was a tick of his.
           "That was never an option,” he said in a low growl.
           I felt a bit better hearing this and I reached out to brush my fingertips along his cheek.
           "I know how to fight, but I want you to show me how use a gun,“ I whispered.
           "So you can kill people?” His eyes lit up like a child’s.
           "So I can defend myself,“
           He let out a long and dramatic sigh, "Fine, it’s progress.”
           I smiled, my breath hitching as a wave of pain washed over me.
           "I’ll get the doc,“
           He moved to the door, "I have him tied up at the warehouse, are you sure you don’t want to kill anybody?”
           I thought about it for a minute to my own surprise, “Kill him for the both of us.”
           He sighed, “Progress, baby steps, we’ll get there eventually,”
           I rolled my eyes.
           "Do you want to leave, Y/N?“
           This question eradicated my amusement and I arched a brow, his back was to me so I couldn’t read his face. He thought just because of what happened I’d want to leave? I may not want to go out and rob a bank with him, or cut off someone’s lips, but I knew what I was signing up for the moment I met him.
           "I’m not going anywhere,” I said firmly.
           Perhaps my ears betrayed me but as he left I could have swore I heard him whisper,          
           "Good.“