Hexed (Vi x POC! Reader)

Fragile Minds Break like Glass

"Halt!"

"Did you do this?!"

"Mike, no! Don't rush in!"

You snap your head to the side and you see more monsters sprinting towards you. You blink, aiming the gun at the closest one and pulling the trigger. The bullet hits their thigh, knocking them over, and causes the ones behind them to crash into each other. 'Pathetic.' You refuse to be taken in by those monsters. They'll pin this whole incident on you and call it a day. You can't have that. Not when you have important business to attend to. You toss the gun to the ground, grip the railing tightly, lift your leg over and toe the edge.

"STOP!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"SHOOT TH-"

You launch yourself off the side of the bridge as a gunshot goes off. The wind whips around you as you fall towards the water and you let out a giggle. Color bursts across your vision and you manage to correct yourself before your feet hit the ground. The impact would have been fine if it wasn't for the sudden pain causing you to mess up your landing and roll along the grass. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood in order to keep yourself from crying out. Tears fall from your eyes as pins and needles dance through your legs. You stare above you to see that you're laying underneath your tree. 'Huh, I thought I would've ended up in the lake.'

"That was unexpected. I guess I got more hurt than I thought I did." You blink dazedly.

'Child?' Umbra says tentatively.

"Not now, Umbra. I'm injured." You giggle and sit up, agitatedly yanking off your ripped coat and blood-soaked clothes. You were forced to remove them slowly before you were able to inspect yourself. There are six bullet wounds scattered around your body. The most annoying of them are the two in your legs. You sigh, grabbing your bag, and pulling a medical kit out of it. You pop the kit open and grab your bullet forceps. You bring them to the hole in your leg, and it's then you notice how shaky you are. You grit your teeth and dig through the wound for the bullet. Forcefully clamping onto the piece of metal, you let out a small yelp as you yank it out. Now that there's nothing blocking the way, more blood streams out of the wound. You exhale and flinch as a tear hits your arm. You sniffle and wipe at your face, smearing blood across your cheek.

"You're always getting hurt." Ekko huffs as he forces you to sit down on a medical bed. Blood drips onto the floor from the gash in your leg. One of Silco's goons had a machete hidden on his person and you had jumped in the way of it.

"And you're not because I take those hits for you." You grin cheekily at him. Ekko glances at you with a shake of his head. He grabs a bottle of rubbing alcohol and some gauze pads. The suture kit was already on the table next to him.

"What if, one day, you take a hit for me and it ends with you dead?" Ekko sighs frustratedly. He soaks the gauze and dabs it to your cut.

"You'll be alive. That's enough for me." You shrug. Ekko stops and looks up at you.

"I'd be without my older sister." Ekko says seriously, "I wouldn't be able to survive that a second time... so don't you go dying on me."

"I won't, Kiko." You smile fondly and ruffle his hair, "I have to keep you safe. I can't die when you need me. What kind of sister would I be if I left you alone?" You chuckle. Ekko smiles and goes back to cleaning your wound.

"...What would happen to you if I died?" Ekko questions you hesitantly. You narrow your eyes.

"I'd burn the world down." You say seriously.