2P!CanadaxReader Fearful yet Brave Chapter 6...

2P!CanadaxReader Fearful yet Brave Chapter 6...

Automatic censor, any and all cuss words will be bleeped out with ****'s.

Enjoy!!

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You woke up when the car you were riding in hit a bump that sent you onto the floor.

"*Oof!* Huh?" You groaned as you sat up and looked around. You remember going to the press conference at City Hall but not much after arriving. Did you fall asleep?

You looked around at the interior. It was black leather seating(very nice) and a fairly clean car. Except for this thing you're sitting on. You pull it out and look at it still rubbing your head from being sent to the floor. It was a hockey stick wrapped with barb-wire that had dried blood on it. You're eyes widened when you remembered what happened before you lost consciousness. There was a tapping on your head so you looked up.

"Hey. Put that down." Matt ordered still looking at the road.

"You do realize that I could hit with this and escape." You said getting back on the seat and placing the hockey stick across your lap.

"Yeah. But that'd be pretty stupid. 'Cause I'm driving on the Highway and we'd crash." Matt said fixing his review mirror. "Anyways. You hungry?"

"Huh?" You said staring at the Psychopath like he was half bird instead of being a crazed man. "You kidnap me and the first thing you ask me is if I'm hungry? Aren't you supposed to like, I don't know, starve your victims before you torture and kill them?" You questioned.

"Yeah. But Your not my victim." The man said switching lanes to get off at the next exit. You stared at the man in shock and confusion even though he couldn't see it.

"Wait. Why am I not your victim?" You asked. Matt checked his watch before sighing and looking in the review mirror so you could see his amazing purple eyes.

"Get in the front seat and you'll find out in a minute." You continued to stare questioningly for a minute before climbing to the front seat to sit next to your kidnapper. The seat was empty and the floor was clean. But what made you nervous was the shotgun shoved between Matt's seat and his door. You put your seat belt on and looked at the road signs.

"So where are we?" You asked seeing as you've never seen any of the places mentioned on the road signs. Matt laughed at you before pulling off on the next exit.

"You may not be my victim but it'd still be pretty stupid to tell you where we are since I did kidnap you." You didn't like this. He's not going to kill or torture you. But you're also not allowed to know where you are. This is confusing.

"Well, can I know where we're going?" You ask irritated.

"Canada." Was the short answer Matt gave you.

"But I don't have a---" Your comment about not having a passport was cut off when Matt's cell phone rang. Matt pulled it out of his pocket and put it on speaker.

"Matt, she's gone!!!!! The little f***ing b**** who took my bat disappeared!!!!!" You heard Al shout angrily causing Matt to start laughing again.

"What are you laughing at, s***face!?!?!?!" Al screamed into the phone.

"You." Matt replied simply.

"WHY THE F*** ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?!??!?!?!?!?!?" Al asked.

"'Cause you forgot what you challenged me to do. You said you'd like to see me try to mess with that girl without getting hospitalized. So I took you up on that challenge." Matt explained calmly.

"WHY YOU F***ING SON OF A B****!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE HER, DON'T YOU!?!?!?!?!?!" Al screamed some more as Matt laughed.

"Yeah! Here. Say hi." He ordered and held the phone towards you.

"Why would I say hi to the man who tried to kill me twice?" You asked.

"Good point. But you'll do it because I told you to." Matt growled and you took the phone.

"... Umm... Hi?" You said and regretted it instantly.

"MATT YOU F***TARD!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?! I'M COMING TO KILL THAT F***ING S***FACE OF A B****Y WHORE!!!!!!!!"

"HEY! I'M NOT A WHORE!!!! I'VE NEVER EVEN HAD A SERIOUS ENOUGH RELATIONSHIP TO GET CLOSE TO THAT!!!!" You argued feeling extra brave since he can't hurt you right now. There was a silence on the phone and from Matt after you yelled.

"What?" You asked realizing the car, which you just realized to be a truck, has parked in a fast food joint and Matt was staring at you with a "seriously?" face.

"You've never had sex?" Matt asked.

"No! What would make you think I have?!" You asked letting a blush cover your face. Al started laughing from his end of the phone.

"All right, Matt! Seriously. Where are ya? I wanna put this b**** in hell."

"Not a chance, Al." Matt replied.

"What!?! Why not!?!?" Al asked, angry yet again.

"'Cause I won the challenge. So I get to decide what to do with my prize." Matt answered leaning on the steering wheel.

"Ohhhhhhh. I get it. You wanna screw over the motherf***er. Can I kill her when you're done?" Al's starting to sound like a little kid.

"No." Matt said and pissed Al off.

"OH COME ON!!!!! WHY ELSE WOULD YOU NEED TO KEEP HER!?!?!" AL asked.

"Because. It get's lonely when I'm by myself. And if I keep her at the house I won't have to worry about her if I leave for a few days. She'll be able to handle herself."

"What makes you think she'll live against Kumojiro? Or myself? Or that male b****, Oliver?" Al asked.

"I'll teach her how to handle Kumo. And with the demonstration she gave to me on you, I'm not worried about you or Oliver." Matt said plainly.

"What about Francois?" Matt seemed to be at a loss for words at the mention of that guy. 'Who's he?'

"... She'll be all right. And I'll make myself clear to you now, Al. Touch her and I'll personally give you to Oliver as a trade in return he never comes to Canada." This got Al to shut up. 'Who the heck is Oliver?!?!' you wondered frustratedly.

"Y-You wouldn't." Al started.

"I would. Now make sure you take some chill pills while I'm gone. Or else you'll get constipated again." Matt says taking the phone. Al started to say something but was cut off by Matt ending the call.

You glared slightly at the Canadian in a questioning manor as he put his phone away. He looked to you and said

"What's with the look?"

"Who's Oliver? Who's Francois? Who's Kumo-somethin' er rather? And I have a name. You should learn it if I'm not you're prisoner." You say as simply as Matt does with everything.

"All right. What's your name?" The ever so boring reply came.

"________ _________. Now who were those other people?" You pushed.

"Kumo is the polar bear you've already met. And those other two you should pray to never meet." Matt said as he leaned back in his chair.

"Well, I'd like to know why." You stated.

"... Francois raised me and Oliver raised Al. Oliver is in England and I'm not sure where Francois is right now." Matt admitted. 'I suppose that sort of answers my question... They must not be real good with kids if Al and Matt turned out to be murderers...' You thought as Matt threw his shot gun on the back seat and opened the door.

"You coming?" he asked.

"I don't trust you." You put simply and stared at the man as he climbed out. He looked back to you and said

"It's either you come or I rape your a** in the back of my truck." You flushed at the threat and opened the door.

"I can't believe I'm going into a freaking public area with a Psychopath..." You mumbled and slammed the door before turning around to have a heart attack. Matt was standing over you at a close enough distance to hold you against the truck. He smelled of maple syrup, smoke, pine and a freaking polar bear that hasn't had a bath in 27 years. It was disgusting and yet... pleasing?

"You scream, yell, shout, anything... while we're here... And I'll blow them into hell." Matt said opening his jacket just enough to reveal a very large pack of TNT. You went white at the sight of it and stared into those demented purple eyes in fear.

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