[Warning: Mentions of self-hate/self-harm/suicidal thoughts in this chapter. Please do not read if you are sensitive to those things.]
[Also, I knooooowww that the real-life-Alan's idol is Hans Zimmer (just in case you ask). I'm just making it easier for the story.]
[The video up there is Happier by Marshmello btw.]
[Alright guys! Enjoy reading y'all.]
(Chris's POV)
"Ch-Chris..." The man under my headlock choked, coughing crazily and helplessly scratching at my arm, "It's A-Alan..."
My brain took a second to react and I looked down at the man in my arms. What the fu—ALAN?!
"Alan?!" I nearly screamed, letting go instantly and backing off, "I'm-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—I thought we were under attack—" I was stuttering, trying desperately to hear myself through the pounding of adrenaline in my ears.
"Yeah..." the young man managed to choke out while rubbing his throat, "Look, you nearly killed us Chris...next time please take a second to see who you're attacking before you attack, ok?" He let out a small groan, lips still blue from near suffocation.
After what seemed like forever, he finally seemed to get enough air into his system to function properly again. The car, which came dangerously close to slamming into the pavement, shuddered then lurched forward drunkenly. Alan kept his eyes on the road, didn't speak a word. His chip #1 was mapping in his head, and he was still catching his breath from earlier.
...The period of silence was terrible. I kept turning my head to look at him and whipping it back again whenever his eyes flickered, afraid he would notice. I wanted desperately to apologize again and get a proper "I forgive you" or at least hear an angry "shut the fuck up Chris"—anything as long as it's a reaction—but his blue eyes were hidden deep under shadows, just like sapphire embedded in stone. They were lifeless—and I was dead afraid of disturbing him.
I've heard from Tri how he can explode when he's in a bad mood.
My head was whirring in a whirlwind of thoughts. I mean, I do deserve his anger—I just nearly killed him—but there's a mission coming and— I gulped. Put it down Chris, you can apologize later!
Fuck. I buried my head in my hands and tried to quench the desperate flames burning inside me. I'm becoming more and more of a coward.
And him—he's the one who's responsible for this weak me—
With that thought, it was like a lock exploding away, revealing the scarred underbelly behind—all the memories of how he used to bully me swarmed up from the back of my head and flashed before my eyes...
When I was 19, he beat me up black and purple every time I couldn't complete training successfully...
When I was 21, he broke my wrist and called me his worst failure when I trembled before the man I was supposed to kill, looking into his clear, innocent irises...
When I was 26, he forced me to kneel in front of the Council to give thanks for accepting me into TAET...
When I was 29, he whipped and roared the shit out of me after I accidentally fired a weapon at his office wall, I couldn't get up for days, the bruises, cuts and bleedings were terrible...
When I was 30...it only got worse and worse. I couldn't get rid of him as hard as I tried...
He would tie me up, drink, come back to the office and beat me up until unconsciousness...He would pour wine all over me, calling me a faggot, a crawl worm, a fucking slut...He would insult my parents, cursing them to hell, saying they're fortunate to have died, they'd be ashamed to have a son like me...He would vend all of his anger on me...
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Assassinated: Mellowalker New Universe
Fanfiction[Marshlan/Marshwalker/Mellowalker fanfic] --This is not a real world. Alan Walker is a young but infamous hired assassin. His name meant death to whoever the clients wanted dead. That's because he liked to act alone...that is, until he was forced to...
