Why not try?

You're a guard escorting a highly dangerous prisoner

Yandere villain x Gen! Escort guard

cw: dark, mentions of gore (not detailed), blood, mentioned character deaths, fear of death, cardio

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The trees were starting to blur together. You couldn't tell how long you've been running or where you're headed. But you couldn't stop. Not until you got away. Not until you reached somewhere safe.

No one seemed to have followed you, but you couldn't be sure. The forest eerily quiet around you. The only sounds you could hear where your panting breath and the race of your heartbeat.

Your body was barely holding on. You could feel the exhaustion and blood loss start to get to you, slowing you down with each step. The only upside being the panic slowly fading the more time passed with nothing following you. Enough to give you time to question what just happened to you.

You were a simple armed escort. An ordinary human born in a world ruled by the few with incredible power. Heroes and villains. Gods and monsters. Thankfully, they were few and far in between.

You and your team, along with four heroes, were assigned to escort a dangerous criminal to an isolated facility. Having four heroes guarding one prisoner seemed like overkill until you knew who they were moving.

Him.

The villain you'd only heard about in trembling voices and hushed tones. Rumour has it that a lot of lives were lost trying to fight him. Law enforcement and heroes both.

And now, after the sacrifices it took to capture him, they could not afford any mistakes.

Of course, nothing worked according to plan.

The specialised restraints meant to dampen his power must have failed somehow. There was no other explanation of why a prisoner sedated and kept in a sensory deprivation tank would be able to break out on their own. The tense, but otherwise boring transport through the isolated, cold forest would not have become a graveyard if not for it. The cuffs were meant to hold him specifically, calibrated higher and built stronger than any before it.

You refuse to believe he was strong enough to break out of them. For the sake of your sanity, you must believe they malfunctioned. That there was a chance you'd escape with your life. That all hope was not lost.

Your mad dash through the woods was interrupted by something yanking at your ankle. Your whole world tilted on its axis, and you landed. hard. Your momentum sending you crashing face-first into the dirt.

"There you are, I almost thought you got away"

..Of course, nothing ever went your way

Your arms shook as you flipped yourself over, the coil around your ankle tightening with the movement, ready to snap the bone at a moment's notice.

A man stood a few feet away, calm and casual. There was blood dripping off of him, staining his skin and clothes. Anyone else would have squirmed in discomfort covered in that much gore. He looked right at home.

"You didn't have to come for me, y'know. You could've just left"

Was it a good idea to sass the powerful, murderous villain? Probably not. But if you were going to die anyway, there was nothing left to lose. You were injured and bloody and lying on the hard ground; you had to preserve at least some of your dignity.

"I'm surprised you still have the energy to talk. You've been running for a while, rabbit"

You did not appreciate how much closer he'd gotten to you. His slow, deliberate steps brought him much closer to you than you ever wanted to be. If he wasn't covered in your colleagues' blood, you would've thought he was out for an evening walk.

The exhaustion was definitely getting to you. Your wounds bled, and your head spun. But this wasn't over yet.

"I'm not dead yet, might as well use the opportunity"

That brought a chuckle out of him.

"I guess so"

You could feel the black tendrils of his power wrap around you, lifting you from the ground till you were sitting. You couldn't tell if he was trying to restrain you or getting ready to crush you to a pulp.

"You're surprisingly brave"

"You're surprisingly talkative"

"Careful now. I wouldn't push my luck if I were you"

He was too close, his breath was fanning your face while he looked over you. From this close you could see the length of his lashes and the flecks of blood drying on his face. You didn't like the look in his eyes. The darkness that told you he was planning something. Nothing good could ever come from that.

"What do you want from me?"

His gaze finally flickered up to yours from where he was looking at the sluggishly bleeding gash in your thigh. Now that you thought about it, you were the only one who managed to escape with such minor injuries. Some of your colleagues were pulled limb from limb before they could fully process what was happening.

His hand reached up to grip the hair at the back of your head. Your momentary bravery was quick to escape you.

You felt fear return to your limbs as he gently carded his fingers through your hair. His expression almost loving, a contrast to the vice grip of his tendrils holding you in place. You thought you weren't afraid of dying. You were wrong.

"Aww darling. Don't look so frightened. I'm not going to kill you"

You didn't realise you weren't breathing till you felt oxygen rush back into your lungs. But the momentary relief did not last long.

"No, my pet. You're too precious to kill."

One of his tendrils reached into his pocket, pulling out a syringe. The needle pointed and cylinder sloshing with some kind of liquid. Your panic spiked, hitting you with an intensity that sent your head spinning.

Where did he even get that?? HOW did he get that?

Whatever he wanted from you, it was sure to be worse than death. You suddenly found yourself wishing you had died along with your comrades back at the vehicle. It wouldn't have been painless, but it would have been quick. You wouldn't have been running for your life through the trees, leaving a trail of blood for him to follow.

You wouldn't be here

at his mercy

about to face whatever fate he had in store for you.

Your renewed struggles did nothing against the iron grip of the tendrils. You felt like a fish caught in a net, too exhausted to fight and too scared not to. You were too out of it to notice the pleased look in his eyes, lighting up like your tears were the sweetest sight.

"no no no please no"

Your pleading seemed to make him pause, and you almost thought you could reason with him until you saw the grin split his face. His hands coming up to cup your cheeks almost affectionately, surprisingly warm against your cold skin. It would've been mildly comforting if not for the syringe plunging into your neck.

"Hush. Go to sleep, dear. I'll take care of you."