Lady Luck: Hoodie x Reader

Chapter 6

All credit goes to VanentinesDayGreen a great deviant writer  

          Nausea fills my mind, the world spinning around me even though I can barely see a thing through the static. Every corner I turn stops my heart, wondering what I'll see on the other side. The halls seem endless, twisting and turning with no door or exit in sight. Still I run as fast I can, ignoring the soreness in my legs.

           Then it happens.

           I turn a corner, and I see it.

            A tall, black figure, towering hundreds of feet above me. I skid to a stop and my head automatically tilts back, looking for the top of it. Staring down at me is a featureless white face, as large and luminescent as the moon.


            Gasping, my eyes popped open as I suddenly jolted awake, my heart pounding. Lying there in shock, it took me a few seconds to realize that I was safe in my sleeping bag, nestled inside my tent. Sweat covered my body, visible in the dim morning light that managed to seep into through the mesh window in the tent's door, and I wiped my forehead with a sigh.

           "Nightmares again, huh," I muttered sullenly, groaning softly to myself. Funny, I'd expect to have SOME nightmares featuring that overdosed druggie's face, or the drug dealer's corpse, or Hoody, but no. All I ever saw was that freaking faceless monster. And honestly, I was getting pretty sick of it. Sighing, I pushed the thought out of my mind and crawled out of the sleeping bag. No point in trying to go back to sleep, the shock from the nightmare left me wide awake. Leaning towards the tent door, I unzipped it and crawled outside into the early morning light.

             Three months have passed since that fateful night in the old building. Not even twenty-four hours after I fled from that monster, the building made the news. Apparently it collapsed, killing three gang members who were inside at the time. The druggie and drug dealer were just chalked up as two more victims of the tragedy—lucky for Hoody, I guess. Nothing was reported about him, either, so I guess he's still alive, though I haven't seen him since then.

           Strange how things worked out. Traumatizing as that night was, if all that stuff hadn't gone down, I probably would have been there when it collapsed and just been another nameless statistic. Instead, I escaped totally unscathed, just like every other tragedy I've encountered, making this tragedy just another example of my insane luck. Still, it wasn't all good—all my stuff was still there when the building fell. Coupled with the resulting paranoia from that night leaving me jumpier than ever, well, that meant things were pretty rough for a while.

           Now here I was three months later, and things were finally settling down. Summer had finally arrived—or at least warmer temperatures had—so after rotating through several temporary homes, I decided to just pool what little money I had to buy a tent and go camping. My days were spent becoming one with nature in a giant local park, mostly because I had pretty much nothing else to do. (Fun fact: being homeless can get REALLY boring.)

          "Park" usually brings to mind a small plot of land with a playground and lots of grass, and maybe a baseball ring or something. Not this place, though. This place was giant, full of all kinds of nature trails and structures and abandoned buildings. I'd been camping there for nearly a week, and I still hadn't seen everything the park had to offer. After a quick breakfast of trail mix, I waited for sunrise before setting out to find a nature trail I'd discovered just the previous day. Aside from the early wake-up, this day seemed like it would be the same as all the others.