Josh Hutcherson Imagines&Requests

Imagine... Josh is supposed to kill you...

The room was empty, but the door was opened.

I quietly shut the door, and gathered up some papers I found in the cabinet, I folded them up and stuffed them into my pants pocket.

I made my way towards the window, and started to climb my way out.

My hand and foot slipped on my way up to the window, causing me to slice the heel of my hand and down my right thigh, from a piece of broken glass.

As I slipped I fell onto the concrete floor, and hit my head off a wooden cupboard, I let out a loud shriek of pain as I landed.

Then I realized what I just did, and both my hands went up to my mouth.

The door burst open, with a man standing with his gun pointed towards me.

I pulled my gun, out from my pants, and held it up towards him.

I stared into his eyes, trying to look as fierce as I could, and trying to hide all the pain, I am feeling and how scared I really am, but I think my shaking hands that were holding the gun, gave it away.

He took a step forward, and I pulled the trigger, but I missed, and it went through the wall in behind him.

He took another step closer, and I aimed right at his forehead.

I pulled the trigger back, waiting for him to fall dead on the ground.

But nothing happened.

I pulled it harder this time, but still nothing.

I dropped my aim, and checked to see if there were still any bullets left.

"Damn, I forgot to load this thing." I lectured myself.

I dropped the gun, and adverted my gaze up to his face.

He had the most amazing, hazel eyes I had ever seen, and a strong jawline.

'I can't be thinking this, he has a gun pointed at me.' I think to myself.

Then the fear kicks in.

This is my first attack with Hellfire, and I'm going to be dead in atleast 30 seconds.

I watch as his index finger slides towards the trigger.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and wait for the blow.

But nothing happens, then I hear footsteps, walking closer towards me, and I look up.

I watch as he walks over to the sink beside me, and wets a cloth.

'Whats he doing?' I question to myself

Once he wets the cloth he walks back over to me. He squats down beside me, and puts his hand out.

I stare at him shocked, confused, and scared.

He senses this, and reaches for my hand, but I flinch away.

He sighs, then looks me in the eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you." and I hear how sweet, but deep his voice is.

I don't know why, but I trusted him, and I let him pick up my hand, and wipe the blood off it with the cloth.

Once he was done he took out a gauze from a red bag, and wrapped it around my hand.

"Thank you." I quietly say, as he continues to wrap it.

"Yeah, no problem." he says back

Once he's done, I just sit and stare at him.

"What?" he asks,

"Why? Why did you just do that, instead of kill me?" I ask curiously

"Because, you looked like you needed some help, did you want me to kill you or something?" he said

"I honestly don't think it would have even mattered if you did or not, I didn't even agree to being in a gang." I say quietly.

He stares at me, a bit longer, than stands up, and stretches out his hand to help me up.

I take the offer and start to stand, but then begin to wimped as I put pressure on my leg.

"What's wrong?" he asks worriedly.

"I forgot, I cut my thigh." I tell him.

Then out of no where, I feel myself being lifted off the ground, and I'm up in his arms, bridal style.

"Well, let me take you somewhere safe, than ill look at it." he said.

I nodded then rested my head on his chest.

"What's your name?" he whispered

"Midnight" I answered

"Midnight, well that's a beautiful name. I'm Josh." he said