Momentum [(UNDERTAKER X READER)]

#34 - A Common Day

It was a common day in London. Cloudy, cold, the distinct smell of coal steam in the air. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the breeze making a mess of my hair but not touching my body directly, since I decided to wear more layers on that day.

The sound of footsteps and carriages strolling invaded my ears. My heels were hitting the paving stones rhythmically, like a metronome in steady 65bpm. Yes... I was counting. Because it was making me nervous.

It was a common day in London. So, of course, everything could take an absurd turn at any moment. Someone could win the lottery. Someone could trip and fall. The Queen could decide to go for a nice stroll under the warmth of a cloudy sun.

Yeah, I could say I'm already used to that. What I am not used to, actually, is the familiar sound of clicking boots following me this closely. I hugged my stomach, letting the air out of my lungs in clouds of steam.

One step. Two. Three.

"Now, why did you say you had to escort me today, again?" I said. 

Four, Five.

"Would not want my biggest treasure getting all dead and bloody, would I?" Undertaker said, grinning. 

Six, seven.

"You flatter me, sir. However, I have taken this path many times before, with no casualties. Why now?" I asked. 

Eight, nine, ten.

"Hmm... I do wonder~" He answered. 

Damned eleven, twelve.

While I was already in thirteen, fourteen... His never came. He stood back, watching the following grim-looking lane. A playful grin danced in his lovely hidden face, one long finger touching his lower lip. Curiosity.

I took a halt at fifteen. 

"What is it? What is wrong?"

"M'dear, I do suggest your grace to pay good attention to your path. It might not be only yours for the time being." He said, mysteriously, casually walking to a pile of crates and taking a seat in one of them.

I frowned, confused, but took what he said by heart. He never actually openly lied to me, not that I remember, only hid things. So... that must've meant something, right?

Well, It was a common day in London. So, naturally, when I turned my head to the direction we were walking not seconds before, thugs came out of three alleyways. Three familiar faces. Three assholes who once tried to steal my ring back at the pier, close to midnight. An unison of steps, walking towards me.

"Oh, well, look who's here, boss!" One of them cracked. They seemed angry.

"Aye, I remember ya, I do. That filthy lil' rascal who hurt me an' ma boys." The so called 'leader' spoke. Ah, yes... I remember that red nose, and those missing teeth.

Poor things, honestly. Those three are yet another sad example of what nobility has done to this city. Not one of them had a chance in life, so they had no alternative to live. Resorting to crime is their only chance of survival. That is to say, I sincerely do not blame them. I don't want any trouble, wouldn't want to hurt them any more than life already does.

But, as I already said.

It was a common day in London. I had to defend myself.

Three thugs, four knives. 

I tried peeking over my shoulder, to check if Undertaker was already eager to pull that enormous scythe and help me.

He waved happily, sitting on those crates. His grin was playful and innocent, but his eyes didn't meet the joy. They were out and staring straight to me. Watching.