Black Smoke. Gunshots. Sweat and screams
All I can remember
All I can only remember
I was lying low on the ground, hiding under my bed like a kid playing hide-n-seek. But this wasn't some stupid kindergarten game, my LIFE was on the line. I knew my family was gone, I knew it once the screams stop. I quickly hushed my heavy breathing as I heard a large man walk to my doorstep.
"<Make sure every room is cleared out>"
He was speaking to his men in a different language. Russian, I assumed.
As he turned around and walked away, I managed to spot a tattoo of a wolf head on the man's arm with some writing on it. I couldn't see his face, it was hidden with a gas mask.
“<Even if there were survivors, poisonous gas will do the job, Sir>", One man said to the tattooed man. I can almost see his face as clear as day, his mask had a clear Shield. I noted that he had an "X" scar on his right brow.
"<Very well, Let's leave.>"
I tended to cough but I didn't until all the stomps of the masked men were gone.
"Did you get all that?" I asked the police dispatcher as I turned up the volume of my phone and opened my window
"Yes, I did. Please stay calm ma'am. Help is almost to your location."
The last I heard before everything got pitch black.
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I jolted awake, damn just was another nightmare. It some time to register that my hands were restrained to a white table. I scanned my surroundings, a gray room with nothing but a huge mirror in front of me and a single light above the table. Ah, yes... the interrogation room. As much as I would never admit it, I like being interrogated sometimes. I swear it's not a kink thing... at least I hope....but just the intimidating serious ambiance and suspense are what have me thrilled. Yeah, I get smacked around a bit sometimes watching the interrogator get angry enough to explode while their idiot friend tries to calm them down is entertaining. I know many ways to escape, it's just that I don't want to yet.
As I was anticipating the possibility, a painful throbbing sensation pierced my head. "Ow... What the fuck" I winced as I tried to remember what brought me into this situation.
Let's see, I was in the desert... then I stole a car, and then... Oh, now I remember.
IT WAS THAT STUPID TREE MAN!
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A Queen fit for a King - (König X Black Reader)
AksiyonYou're a 23 year old assassin who has a lot on their plate, but all you're focused on is seeking revenge on the gang who murdered your family. Luckily, you managed to steal important data from the bastards, which raises Captain Price's concern. Havi...
