colby brock imagines

0.4 || Blood

~Your POV~

I stared down at the circle of broken glass surrounding me. The only sound filling the air was my heavy breathing. I looked down at my hands, a small cut across my left one but that was it.

I slowly walked to the broken mirror and looked at my reflection. A large gash was on my cheek and dripping blood.

"You think this is over bitch?" His voice hissed at me. I gritted my teeth and turned to him, my hands in fist.

"Oh Micheal. You just don't know when to quit. I would suggest you quit now before I kick your ass." I smirked.

"I wouldn't be so sure princess. I've got a secret weapon." Micheal walked towards me and wiped blood of my cheek. I jerked my head away and he scoffed.

"Anyways, my secret weapon will guarantee my win." He walked back over to the open doorway he came through and disappeared behind it.

I started walking towards the doorway when he appeared again. Behind him, handcuffed and duck tape covering his mouth was my best friend, Colby.

"I can end his life right now. In front of you." Micheal smirked, twirling a knife near Colby's neck. I could see Colby gulp in fear.

"I'll make you a deal. We fight. If you win, then you can kill Colby then me. I win," I paused and smirked, "well, you'll just have to wait and see."

"Deal." Micheal set the knife down and started walking towards me. He launched his fist at me but I grabbed his fist in my hand and raised an eyebrow.

"That all you got?" He threw his other hand at me in hopes of punching me. I grabbed his other hand and kicked him in the stomach.

Micheal groaned in pain as I threw his body against a wall. He groaned again while standing up and looking at me.

"Damn princess. You got skill." He chuckled, pulling a knife from his pocket and running at me.

I panicked, throwing my hands up to protect my head. The cold metal hit my left hand hard. I felt blood start oozing from my hand as he dug the knife harder into my hand.

"Fuck." I mutter as I kick him away from me. Unfortunately, he let go of the knife and it stayed in my hand. I groaned in pain as I quickly pulled it out, blood gushing from my hand.

I pushed on the cut with my free hand and groaned in pain.

"Awe, are you hurt? Do you need help?" Micheal laughed at my pain and I scoffed. My eyes then noticed a untouched mirror. I slowly started walking to it.

"Yes and I can think of something that would help my pain." I grabbed the mirror with both hands and slammed it on top of his head.

Micheal screamed in pain and passed out, his head oozing blood. I put my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. My hands were covered in mine and Micheals dark red sticky, blood.

I wiped my cheek with my forearm and looked at Colby. I ran up to him and pulled off the duck tape.

"Holy shit Y/N! What the hell?" Colby immediately yelled out. I chuckled as I cut him free.

"I- it's hard to explain." I quietly say, looking down at my hands. "I'm sorry, you got dragged into this. I understand if you never wanna talk to me again."

Colby's fingers lifted up my chin and he smiled at me. "I'd never stop talking to you. You saved me and still, somehow, looking good doing it." Both of us chuckled. "And I am grateful for you."

I smiled at him and sighed happily. "Thank you." I whispered. Slowly, I notice Colby leaning it. I lean in and our lips connect.

Fireworks

Butterflies

We both pulled away and smiled at each other.

"Alright, we should probably go before the police show up." I chuckle, grabbing his hand and running.

"Woah wait, police?!" He yelled and I just giggled while we ran away from the building.

~A/N~
Okay, so this was a little different but I like it. I read a Chandler Riggs/ Carl Grimes imagine book and a story like this was in it. I can't remember who wrote it or I'd give credit. If you know who it is, please tell me, that'd be great. Alrighty, peace!

Word count (without A/N) ~ 687