Me Against You (John Wick x Female Reader)

Me Against You

Your white dress top was now stained with blood. You should be used to it, but you would prefer that it wasn't your blood. Your stamina was depleting but you had to keep going otherwise your life was on the line... Well, it kinda already is.
You lean back behind one of the brick chimneys trying your best to steady your breathing. This was the only place you could really lose him.

John Wick.

He was bigger than you, but you were faster which gave you a massive advantage. Your excitment is short lived when you hear the familiar sound of one of the main doors opening from the roof. You had to keep going but your stomach was hurting. He had given you a good beating before he was distracted. John Wick was on your contract and you were sent out to kill him. But it seemed like he had the same situation as you.
You run... You keep on running, pumping your sore legs, trying your best to find routes that don't require you to jump because you knew that you'd never make it and you'd most likely kill yourself. A gun shot was heard and you hiss in pain as the hot bullet whizzes past you but manages to knick your cheek. He was good, too good for you and you knew that you had to run, you had no choice but to run.

'Fucking hell!'

You whisper to yourself until you see another entrace to the stairway. You needed to get to cover so you don't hesitate to pull it open and throw yourself inside, not hesitating to rush down the pain, you know that your shirt is now fully soaked with you blood and you had to move fast otherwise you would pass out from loss of blood and you couldn't have that. You would get killed. You burst into a room, a supply room by the looks of it, and you rush through the isles, almost tripping over the cardboard boxes. You made it to the other side of the room when John shoves his way through other door that you had just gone through. You're already moving fast, going through a sudden shop which looked like an antique store. The woman at the counter screamed in shock as you rush past and out the front door. It was in the middle of the night which was perfect. No one would get in your way, but that also meant that you were all alone. The Continental wasn't far ahead, you had made a smart decision to stick close to it. Another gunshot and you yelp in pain as a bullet grazes your side. It was clear to you that he's not trying to kill you, but slow you down, which made it worse.
You ran, you kept on running until you draw nearer to the place. You hand touches the front door, another bullet and it this time, he's shot your leg. But you're lucky to fall forward, straight into the lobby. You're quick to crawl away from the entrace, afraid that he could reach out and pull you out into the night. But he doesn't, you watch him conceal his guns and step right inside, pulling the doors closed behind him.

Your eyes met his before he slowly approached you and you're quite surprised that he offered his hand to help you up. You go to move but pain erupts through you stomach and leg and you wince.

'I- I can't get up'.

Was all you could say and you feel your cheeks grow hot in embarassment. He's silent for a few moments before leaning down and gently assisting you, being mindful of your injuries.

'(Y/N)? John?'

The both of you look up and see Marcus and Winston standing near the receptionist.
Marcus was quick to approach the both of you, a frown creasing his brow, a look of concern evident in his eyes.

'What on ea- where were you?'

'Contract'.

You and John say in unison and Marcus stopped right in front of them, 'what contract?'.

You're confused as to why Marcus was questioning them, 'there wasn't a contract put out last night'.

'Yes, there were two and-'.