#brood christian might have autophobia

[aj-the-cat]

Bloody Masses

Masterlist

Christian (Brood) x OC AJ

Tags: @ava-valerie @k-s-c90

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Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, and abuse. Please be wary when you read.

Notes: Christian deserved better in the Ministry of Darkness. No hate on Ministry Taker, but jesus did he mistreat Christian. Actually all the Brood were given the short end of the stick.

Also I dont think I've ever done an OC insert fic, so why not try now?

Blood dripped silently onto the floor, trickling down the back his shaking leg. The dank space made it hard to breathe, harder than it was already with the shaking breaths Christian tried pulling in.

His arms hung above him, tied to a thick metal pipe in the ceiling. Lash marks tore open his shirt, exposing old and new scars from past sessions like this.

A low chuckle sounded from somewhere in the dark. Christian's vision was hazy with pain, and he didn't notice the figure step out from the darkness behind him. Two more white-clad figures were pushed from the darkness and Christian's breath caught in his throat.

"We had visitors today, Christain. Your Brood was here to witness your punishment for failure." Green eyes tore through the darkness as The Undertaker stepped forward, bloody whip in hand.

"This might motivate you not to dissapoint me, hm?" He threw the whip at the other two Brood member's feet.

Edge stepped back and opened his mouth, but Gangrel held his arm. He nervously tongued at his fangs as The Undertaker turned back around.

He gripped Christians face with a claw-like grip and forced his hazy eyes to look forward into green. "When will you stop disappointing me, Christian?" Christian stayed silent, too foggy to answer.

His thumb dug into his cheek. The Undertaker tutted at Christian's inability to answer. Undertaker turned his head back to the Brood.

"You may untie him, but you must leave him. I have plans for you two tonight." He then dissappeared into the darkness, an eerie chill following him.

Christian's head hung limp as his two brothers ran up to him. Grangrel untied his hands while Edge held his limp, barely moving body. Carefully, he was set down on the cold floor, sending a cold shock through his nerves and waking him up a little.

Blood stained the concrete below him, making Gangrels nose twinge from the iron scent.

"You've untied him, now lets go." Bradshaw's rough voice came from the darkness. Edge shot a worrying glance at Christian, motionless on the ground, but followed Bradshaw's voice anyway, tailed by a grim Gangrel.

Sucking in a weak breath, Christian's eyes drooped and he floated into nothing.

*~~*~~*

Christian awoke sometime later, the pain in his back now at a low throb. His eyes fluttered open and was met with unfamiliar territory.

The room was a soft blue, casting a relaxing vibe for the small space. There werent any windows, but a door was painted black in the far end of the room.

The bed was donned in purple and black linens, completely contrasting the color for the room. The room inself was pretty bare, it had the bed and a desk in the corner, with papers and pencils littering the floor.

Christian blinked. His thoughts were running at a million miles a minute. Was this a safehouse? Did The Undertaker capture him and put him in a decieving room? Was he kidnapped? Why was he alone?

His heartrate picked up and he couldn't catch his breath. Christian curled his legs toward him and tried focusing on slowing his heartrate.

The door in the corner opened, followed by a loud thud. Hurried footsteps came to the side of the bed.

"Breathe honey, breathe. Focus on my voice, thats it." A woman's voiced softly called to Christian and disrupted his thoughts.

His breath and heartbeat calmed, and he looked at the woman who came to his aid.

Her one purple and one red eye stared back at him with relief. Black hair framed her face and stopped just above her shoulder. She also had a smattering of freckles over her cheeks, dusted with light pink. Her bottom lip was pierced with two hoops on either side.

Christian thought he couldnt breathe again. He awkwardly looked away and stared at his feet at the end of the bed. He became aware that his shirt was off and a huge bandage covered his stomach and lower back.

"I'm sorry you woke up like this, I didnt think. I should have been beside you." She apologized. "Anyways, my name's AJ."

Christian looked back at her. She looked expectantly at him. He raised his arm to his throat and made an 'X' motion at his adams apple.

AJ's eyes grew wide. "You're mute?" She asked, and Christian turned his hand as if to say 'Not exactly'.

He reached out toward her temple and touched her forehead. He screwed his eyes shut and focused.

'Are you able to hear me?' A sift male voice rang in her head, and AJ gasped. Christain let his hand fall. 'It comes as a bit of a surprise at first, I am very sorry.'

AJ blinked. "A telepath, how exciting." She regained her composire then grinned at the man beside her. He gave a small smile back.

'The way I became one is sad, unfortunately. My master became tired of my carelessness and took away my voice, causing me to learn telepathy to communicate with my brothers.'

A grim look overtook his features, and AJ put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He sighed heavily. 'I wish I could please my master, but he does not see me as a grateful servant to him.'

AJ remained silent and she tried to figure out comforting words. Christian's eyes shined with sadness and he looked at AJ. 'I am sorry that I am troubling you. You shouldn't have to care for a waste like me.'

He began to sit up but the woman beside him pushed him back down. "You should not talk any way like that about yourself. Ever. Someone may see you as nothing but a toy to abuse, but you are above that. You can break away from him. You and your brothers can get away from him and his abuse. You are your own person, you can do as you please."

Christian stared up at AJ, who didnt even notice she stood up in the first place, and his eyes shone with admiration.

'Y-you really mean that?' He asked. AJ beamed. "I can help you gain your confidence. You deser- woah ok!"

Christian grabbed AJ and pulled her into a spine crunching hug.

'Please help me.' He whispered in her head. 'Please.'