Imagine That: Multifandom Part Two

moving on【five】| alicia clark

I panicked, trying to think up a decent enough lie so I had more to time to plan an escape. But the woman was pressing her gun to the top of my head and the man was beginning to stand up, his rifle also aimed my way.

"You have three seconds before I–"

"Wait!" another voice called from the distance, and I couldn't look up to see who it was, but it sounded familiar.

"She's got supplies," the woman who was threatening to kill me said. "Check out her bag."

"Fuck the bag," the stranger said, before the voice approached us and gasped. "Y/N. Is that you?"

My heart stopped when I realised why the voice was so familiar. Looking up carefully, my eyes widened at the sight of my little sister, alive and well and stood before me.

"Y/S/N," I murmured.

Her eyes widened too, and then she glared at the two others and pushed their guns down. "Stop it!" she told them. "That's my sister, you idiots!"

Immediately obeying, they lowered their guns and she began to help me stand up. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, too amazed to finally see her again. She was really here. I'd found her.

"I can't believe it," she said with disbelief, before pulling me in for a tight hug. "I thought– I thought you were dead. The fire– I–"

"It's okay," I interrupted, hugging her tightly. "I know."

She relaxed in my arms, and I closed my eyes, grateful to have her back.

"Come on, we can't stay here," she said after we pulled apart. "Our place isn't far. We can walk."

I nodded, grabbing my backpack and weapons from the ground. The other two people she was with didn't look impressed to have me join them, and I wasn't so keen with the idea either, but I wasn't about to leave my sister.

"D'you wanna bring your, er... bike?" Y/S/N asked, glancing down at it.

I grabbed it, feeling the need to take it with me since I'd had it for this long. "Ready when you are," I told her, still in disbelief at her presence.

She wasn't wrong when she said their place wasn't far. It was a well-guarded junkyard of all places, with brick walls surround it and the junk mainly still there. I didn't comment on anything, feeling slightly intimidated at the type of people that were hanging around. Some I recognised from when I'd stayed with them, but there had been plenty of new additions since.

I was led to the centre of their hideout, a shambles of a building that looked like the base of their operations. It was the only standing structure here, surrounded by campfires and tents set up by everybody else. We paused outside the front door and I watched as Y/S/N exchanged some words with others before joining my side again. I wondered if she held some kind of authority here, definitely not used to seeing it. But it had been so long – I had to remind myself that she wouldn't be the same.

"Come on, I'll get you a drink," she encouraged, leading the way inside.

I followed her through the building – past some guards, an office and a measly excuse of a reception – to the back where a small kitchen was. She motioned for me to take a seat at the round table by the wall before grabbing a water bottle and joining me.