Two normal people in a crazy world- Jughead and Betty fanfiction

The sisters of quiet mercy

Betty's P.O.V
Jug will come. Jug will come. It became a chant. Mum had finally lost it and locked me up in this fresh hell for 2 months now, and no human contact except that of Ethel Muggs and the sisters. Jughead departed on a journey with Archie I'm pretty sure as soon as I was taken. No form of contact in 2 months he's got to realise somethings wrong by now right? "Betty!" Crap. She found me. Ethel's voice boomed from the other side of the boiler room door. Bright light suddenly streamed into the box-like room as a giant like figure loomed in the door frame. "You know you shouldn't be in here." She lectured. I had escaped her earlier and ran to refuge in this small bleak cupboard for some silence. "Yes Ethel." I stated bluntly. They've been torturing me for weeks, all under the order of their stupid make-believe goblin king. Her man-like hands wrapped around both my arms as she hoisted me off the ground. I whimper a little. Bruisers encircle both arms from the multiple occasions Ethel had caught me previously. Ethel then set off down the corridor dragging me along with her. We pass multiple blank rooms caging Hirem Lodge's lab rats. I've been making myself vomit every time they force the drug Fizzle Rocks down my throat. However it means I am extremely hungry, and to be honest struggling to keep my strength up. Hence why I'm not fighting ogre Ethel's grip. We reach the dark room. By dark room I mean the only room on the corridor that owns a splash of colour. The dark luminous door swings open to reveal the chair. I manage to let out a strangled "no." Before I am strapped down to the chair, and a sister whispers "now dear, let's get rid of these demons shall we." Then everything went black.

Jughead's P.O.V
Hay scratched the back of my neck as I rolled over for the 10th time this past hour. We are at the moment residing in a barn, it's cold but we think it's safe. I'm worried. I've left Betty multiple messages and missed calls. I haven't told Archie she isn't picking up, I don't want him to worry. I feel bottomless guilt. It was my job to protect her and I left her whilst Hirem still had his claws on Riverdale. I pray nothing has happened to her, but I have this nagging feeling. Archie snored a little louder knocking my train of thought. God what do I do. I'm trying to be a good friend, but Betty is my everything. I reach out for my phone and turn it on. Light illuminates the small barn as I scroll down my contacts and see Dad's. I press dial. And the normal dial tone drones for a second.
-Jug?
-Hey Dad, are you ok.
-Just about holding up Jug, but what's the matter are you ok?
-Yes. But I'm panicking Dad. You see it's Betty. I haven't heard from her in a while and it's worrying me.
-I'm on it Jug. Will call you with an update.
-Thanks Dad
With that I hang up. Oh Betty where are you?

Betty's P.O.V
God how long was I out for? Fluorescent light hits my eyes, and as they adjust I realise I'm back in my white prison like cell. Staring down at my limp body I see the multiple more cuts to add to my collection on my abdomen and legs. As the sisters like to put it they are "purging" my sins. By my reckon it was around mid-day with the position of the sun. But I have no idea what day. Attempting to move my arms a ricochet of pain erupted from my body. Ok, definitely not doing that again for a while.  A sigh escapes my lips. I need out of here. So I begin forming yet another escape plan. But this time it's going to work.

Jughead's P.O.V
I lace up my other shoe and quickly write out a quick note for Archie.
Arch, keep travelling it's not safe for you. Need to go help Betty.
Dad said there's no sign of them, and a black cross painted on the door. I'm assuming it is the sign of the sisters of quiet mercy. The black cross was their symbol. I then grab my rucksack and mount my motorcycle. The engine revs to life and I set off into the night. Hang on Betty.

Betty's P.O.V
The click of high heels alerts me someone is coming. I shut my eyes quickly and pretend I'm asleep. "It was Hirem's special request. She needs to be the first to try the new drug." A voice argues. Of course Hirem. The man who's using Riverdale as his drug playground. "But is it God's wish sister?!" Another voice argues. "It is mine, so do as you are told!" With that I hear someone approach me as their breath tickles my face. My eyes shoot open as an arm launches forward with a needle. Oh hell no. I reach out to stop them. Pains continue to shoot up my arm. Bad idea. We struggle this panicked sister trying to plunge the needle into my arm. "Hell no you crazy bitch!" I scream. But I failed to notice the looming giant behind me. Ethel. She pulls my arms behind my back as the green solution is forced into my arm. But in their moment of relax I use all my strength to stand on Ethel's foot and run as fast as my legs could take me out of the room. Pushing past the searing pain, I run down the corridor. The entrance in site, and by pure luck a visitor was walking through the security door as I approached. Pushing past the unaware woman and security guard I get through the door. I'm free? Fresh air awaited outside the chapel doors. Alarms begin blaring. Crap. A dizzy spell hit me suddenly. What was in that injection? Pushing past dizziness I throw open the doors. Wet drips begin hitting my head. Rain. Euphoria hits me, but no time to indulge on much missed weather I begin climbing down the stone flight of stairs. A roar of an engine alerted me someone was coming. Was it a sisters of mercy crone? I could only pray as I am not turning back.

Jughead's P.O.V
A dainty figure stood on the stairs of the sisters of mercy building. Blonde, sharp features... Betty! She was there and I could do nothing but drop the bike and run. Run as fast as I could to her. My love. My everything. Stumbling up the stairs the figure drops. Betty's body crumples, and her body falls head first towards the stone stairs. NO. My legs burn as I push my body as fast as I can towards this falling princess. Pure adrenaline takes over and I extend my arms out. Weight greets them as her limp body falls into my arms. I bring her in immediately to my chest hoping to protect her from this world. Involuntary tears fall as I kiss her cold forehead. The doors to the building are flung open and staff bolt towards us. I take her in my arms and stumble back towards the bike. Pushing my leg over the bike I lay Betty in-front of me on the bike and turn the bike on. It rears forward into the distance. Nothing could stop me.