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Lance x reader - Stranded part 2

"Hurry up!" I scowled. I rushed past and quickly dodged the brush. I quickly ran out of patience and notched an arrow in my bow. My aim would be terrible, but it was worth a shot. I stopped and released the arrow into the air. I lost track of him and the arrow, but a scream satisfied me.

"Did you kill him?!" Lance exclaimed. I ignored him and found the man writhing in pain. The arrow got him just on the side of his thigh. It wasn't what I wanted, but I got him to the ground anyway. I ripped his button shirt open and growled at the tattoo on his chest, a snake that spiralled where his heart was.

"I'm going to ask you what I've asked all your friends, where are the passengers of flight FN-2187?" I demanded.

"Then I will answer whatever my friends have answered. I will never tell you!" He screamed. I screamed back and grabbed the shaft of the arrow stirring it around his thigh. Blood rushed out like a river as the man screamed in pain.

"(y/n)! Stop!" Lance grabbed my wrist and pulled it away. "You don't have to hurt him like this." I glared at him but decided to listen. It wasn't like it was going to make a difference; he was just like the rest of them, defiant and strong willed.

In the past few weeks, Lance and I have been establishing a camp seeing that it was going to be a while since we were both fully recovered. Until then, we foraged for food, learned how to survive and utilised every single thing that was overlooked by the group. I was kind of glad that I was chubby at the start cause I lost all the weight on my body and that fat reserve served me well we needed food and energy. But recently, some men were spying and sometimes attacking us. They weren't aggressive at first, but when the guns came blazing in, we were in for it. Lance and I fortified our base and struck back. We made quite a team.

The last few days was when I decided to strike back. I began killing them on sight and looted whatever was on them when they died. We never got a working radio, but we did get medicine, guns, ammo and extra pieces of clothing; whatever was left was given to the wolves or mother nature. Lance was on constant edge, especially when I started killing them. He hasn't talked to me much since I killed the first guy and it looked like he was started to stand up against me.

"I'm going to ask you one last time, where is my family?" I demanded.

The man spat on my cheek and snarled, "I'll never tell you." I plucked the arrow out of his thigh and plunged it straight into his bare chest.

"You should have told me where my family is so that you would have never felt the pain that I felt when you took them from me" I growled.

"Even if I told you," He chuckled. "You would never find our base or even get close to infiltrating our ranks. We're the biggest slave cartel in the world and a couple of teenagers are not going to stop us."

"Oh I'm not here to take it down, I'm just here to get what I want and leave you to the authorities where you will be punished and hopefully killed" I replied.

"You sound like one of us, even kill like one of us. You should join our Cartel" he taunted.

"As if I'd lower myself to your level." I slapped him across the face, but his face hardened into a smirk as he drew in his last breaths and died. I glared at his smirk and plucked my arrow out, cleaning it in the mossy ground. "You can head back to camp, I'll loot him," I said. Lance sighed behind me and walked off.

Sometimes I wonder what his face looked like every time I told him to walk away while I finished what I started. This whole time, he'd been helping me out. I didn't know how to thank him. I promised that I would thank him by finding our families and getting back to civilisation, but that wasn't going as I planned to. Whatever I did only told us of what fate our families had. Largest and most powerful Cartel, slave trading, abuse, lack of food, limited time and a huge base that separated us from them. I couldn't imagine what Lance was feeling.