Control (BHNA x Female Villain Reader)

The Four Horsemen

A/N: Delayed this until CSM 148 dropped because I wanted the Yoru crumbs. Worth.

Also I finally dropped the first chapter of my jjk book (Yay) check it out if you like this book. I'll put the cover at the end.

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3rd Person

Shrill and sudden sounds of metal blinds opening reverberated throughout a small room as light rushed through for what must've been the first time in ages. The whole room was dilapidated, a failed housing project that overlooked a bustling area of shops and restaurants. Typically, a place like that would be left for the refuse of society to inhabit, but even homes like this could be made use of.

Juxtaposing the torn and dusty interior were the veritable piles of pizzas, doughnuts, and other such foods that had been torn into. The old, rickety table shook as a still steaming hot cup of coffee was slammed into it as a man, wearing a suit, languidly made his way over to the window. The man eyed a half-eaten doughnut with disgust; no matter how much he ate, he wasn't fulfilled. It must've been the relentless goose chase he was sent on and the distance from his loved ones.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he checked on the hours of footage a high-tech spy camera had been recording. The man grumbled exasperatedly as he began to scrub through the footage, all the while taking large gulps of coffee.

Hours of footage were skipped until he reached the moment the facial recognition software pinged. At 12:41pm, one and a half hours ago, a girl with H/C hair and piercing eyes was spotted roaming the area with another unknown girl with short lilac hair. During that time, she ate, bought groceries, and spent an exorbitant amount on clothes. That's not even acknowledging the small crowd of people surrounding her at every turn, probably just civilians enamored with the mysterious figure taking the nation by storm.

As the video started to catch up with real-time, its quality began to show a drastic decline. Choppy frames, lower resolution, and sudden inexplicable flashes of light all marred the recording. "Piece of shit! You can't be serious... of course, the damn techs breaking down..."

The man began making his way over to the camera near the window, his heavy steps pounding into the rickety floor. Before he managed to reach the camera, he jumped back, startled, as three large albino mice skittered across the room before swiftly escaping through the ajar door.

With a huff, the agent slammed the door shut with such force it almost came off its hinges. Soon, the room was once more enveloped in a consuming silence, with only the hum of machinery being heard. It remained that way for five excruciatingly long minutes, utter silence as the man watched Y/N talking, with a coy grin, to a few women who had approached her.

Bzzt, Bzzt. "Report in saber 10-4. What is the status of the target?" The voice, coarse and heavily modified, emanated through a small transceiver hooked on his belt and spoke in an authoritarian drawl.

"Not a damn thing different... she buys the same food and shops at the same stores. It's been 12 days, and there isn't a single discrepancy... waste of my fucking time!" The man exploded in a rage so utterly consuming he didn't see the crows circling the sky, the mice skittering on the floor, nor the smirk on the girl's face as she began to walk away.

It took a while for the voice on the other side of the radio to respond. The clicking of computer keys and the bustle of the public safety headquarters rang out through the radio instead. "....Noted, continue your observations. Don't let her out of your sights."