Heart on Fire (El Diablo x Reader)

Chapter 7 ~ Help

"Hello gorgeous," one guy purred in my ear, I gulped. These men were scary, one of them held me down while the other began to take off my shirt.

I screamed as loud as I could. That only earned a gross hand over my mouth.

El Diablo's P.O.V

Maybe I was there at the right time? Maybe it was a coincidence? Maybe it's fate, I don't know.

I walked along Gotham, I was headed for the subway. When, I heard a really loud scream. I stopped dead in my tracks, that scream reminded me of who I used to be. All of the innocent people I killed.

Whoever is in trouble needs to be saved. I ain't no hero but I can't go back to what I used to do. I assumed the scream came from the apartment next to me.

I knocked on the door, but my only response was someone audibly struggling.

I began banging on the old wooden door. Much to my dismay, it stayed shut.

Frustrated I began to solve the problem myself. I pressed my hands against the door and began to burn the door down.

It caught on fire quite easily. Once I could see inside I seemed to die a little inside.

On the floor was (Y/n) covered in blood and was half naked.

Rage pumped through my veins. Three men stood around (y/n) all had no pants on. I quickly ignited the fire within my hands and walked closer to the evil men.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, all three men turned to look at me,

"Come on man she's so hot and she'll be easy to dispose of," one said smirking, his hand was held at his crotch.

"Chinga usted cabron," I sneered, I lifted my hands and lost control. Fire shot out at them. I could feel adrenaline pumping through me at record speed.

(Y/n) still lay on the floor in a pool of her own blood. Once I came to my senses the three men who had hurt (y/n) were dead. I took off my shirt and lifted (y/n) off the ground, I pulled the shirt over her head and picked her up.

This was going to be risky, I grabbed her purse and, phone out of her ripped jeans. I pulled (y/n) close to me trying to hide the stab wounds on her.

I took (y/n) out to the parking lot close to the building we were in. I grabbed her phone and swiped for an emergency call.

"911 what's your emergency?" A female asked over the phone

"Uh this girl her name is (y/n) was recently stabbed I need an ambulance," I said

"Alright for now can you tell me where you are,"

"I'm at the old apartment over by Panera Bread on the East side of Gotham,"

"Alright an ambulance will be there soon," the lady paused "please stay on the line,"

"Okay," I replied, then my actions hit me, what was I going to say? I just lit a bunch of men on fire? I bet I scorched the weapon, I'll bet I'm going to pay for this. I leaned my head back and checked (y/n) for a pulse.

Bump bump bump

It was barely there but I could feel it. (Y/n) had such a faint pulse, I knew she would die soon if we didn't help her now.

Impatiently I played with the fire in my hands, hoping an ambulance would be here soon.

"Sir?" A man waved his hand in front of my face, he wore a police uniform. Two patrol cars and an ambulance were just down the street.

"Please help her," I said, the police officer nodded.

Please don't die