(John's P.O.V)
One night, I was at a bar with Winston and had just finished my shot of whiskey. As i waited for the bartender to come over, I looked over and saw a girl that had (h/L) (h/c) hair with (f/c) highlights, a (f/c) beanie, piercing (e/c) eyes, (f/c) skinny jeans, a (f/c) tank top, and a denim jacket. She was sipping a glass of Patron. I watched her until Winston tapped me on the shoulder and I looked over at him.
"Did you want another?" Winston asked
"No, I'm alright," I replied
"What's the matter?..." He asked
"Nothing...." I looked back at the girl who was still sipping her Patron. Suddenly, a middle-aged man walks up behind her and tapped her shoulder. She looks over her shoulder and made eye contact with him.
"Yes?" She asked
"I think you owe my brother some money," he replied with a sneer
"I just payed him last week" she said
"You only payed him half of the amount"
I could tell that she was getting a bit irritated by the way she was tightening her grip around her glass, almost breaking it. I noticed that Winston had his hand on his gun, just in case. She turns back around and sips her Patron. The guy then turns around and leaves. The girl finishes her Patron and checks her phone. The bartender walks over to me and Winston, fills up our shots, and then goes over to the girl.
"Hey Honey.... You okay?" asked the bartender
"Uh... Yeah" the girl replied as she put her phone back into her pocket.
"Would you like another glass?"
"Sure..."
As the bartender filled up the girl's glass, the man from earlier came back with 2 other men. The bartender looks up at the men and then at the girl. The girl then looked up at the bartender and sighs. At this point, me and Winston both had our guns ready, but hidden. The guy from earlier then leans in forward to the girl's ear. Just before he could say anything, the girl suddenly turns around and slits his throat open with a Trench Butterfly Knife. The guy then collapsed on the floor and slowly started to fade away as he clutched his throat, having difficulty breathing.
(Y/N's P.O.V)
As bozo took his last breath, the other two pulled out their guns. I smirked as I finished my glass of Patron. Once I finished, I put my glass down, gave the bartender a double tip to help fix any damages that might be made and cracks my knuckles.
"Alright," I said as I stood up and looked at them, "So, are we just going to stand here all day like stiffs or are we gonna spill blood?"
Suddenly, one of them shot me in the shoulder. I didn't even budge as the wound healed within seconds. They both just looked at each other and then back at me. (A/N: you have healing powers in this story)
"How are you not dead?" Asked the man on the left.
"It's called healing factor, you idiots," I answered.
(John's P.O.V)
Me and Winston watched as the guy on the left took a step towards the girl. He pointed the gun to her head and cocked it. As he was about to pull the trigger, I quickly pulled out my gun and shot the gun right out of his hands. The girl and both of the guys looked over at me.
"Leave the girl be," I commanded firmly
"Or else what?" Asked the guy on the right
"This..." I immediately shot him twice in the heart and once in the head. As I aimed my gun at the other guy, he already had his gun and was pointing it at the girl's head while holding her firmly. I aimed at the guy's head as everybody else left the bar, including the bartender. Winston stayed by my side and aimed his gun at the guy as well.
"One more chance" I said firmly "let her go"
"No..." The man said
The girl bawled her hands into fists. She then pulled out her Trench Butterfly Knife and stabbed the guy in the thigh. The guy let her go as he screamed out in agony.
(Y/N's P.O.V)
He let me go as he screamed in agony. I then grabbed a sharp pencil off the bar and stabs him right in the jugular. I watched as his life slowly faded. I then laid him on the floor as he tried to hold onto his last breath. I knelt down next to him.
"Consider this as a professional courtesy" I said as I pushed the pencil further into his jugular.
"W-w-who d-do..." His eyes then rolled back into his head as life leaves his body.
I then stood back up and brushed myself off.
(*John's P.O.V)
Me and Winston were both shocked on how well the girl faught. We put our guns away and I walked over to her.
"Hey... You alright, ma'am? I asked
"Yeah..." She replied as she looked at me "thanks..."
"No problem" I softly smiled
"Name is y/n" she greeted as she held out a hand.
"John Wick..." I said as I shook her hand "And this is my good friend, Winston, he owns the Continental"
"Hello..." Winston greeted with a nod
"Nice to meet you both" she said as she shook our hands
As I shook her hand, something inside me felt warm and toasty. Her hand was soft like cotton. Her piercing e/c eyes sparkled like the Twilight night sky. There was something about her that ignited a spark deep with inside me. What is it really love? Maybe...
"Well... I'll see you guys around" she said as she left
"Okay... Bye" I said as I slowly waved "I think I'm in love"
(*sorry that it took so long to update my John Wick Oneshots... I've just been busy... But anyways... I just hope you all enjoy this and remember to vote and comment. Love You all<3)
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