That Day ~ (A VanossxReader Fanfic)

Chapter 1: I Couldn't Do It..

Key - (y/n = your name)
- (h/c = hair color)
- (f/c = favorite color)
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I woke up to the sound my obnoxious alarm. I slowly opened my eyes and gathered whatever strength I surprisingly had and reached out to turn it off. Sighing, I lifted my body up and looked outside the window of my apartment. The sky was a beautiful blue, and the city seemed as busy as it always was. Remembering why I set my alarm, I got out of bed, turned on my coffee maker, and hopped in the shower. Today was gunna be a special day. Not exactly special for the other person involved but that didn't matter. Work is work I guess.

~ a week before~
*phone rings*
"hello? Lester?"

"Well hello there y/n! Gotta minute?"

"*sigh* Who is it this time?"

"Well, next week y/n I need you to assasinate a gang leader."

"Sounds interesting, anything I should know about this leader?"

"I don't know his real name, but we did find out this his gang likes to call him Vanoss, and that he's a leader of 5. Next week he should be wearing the same thing he always does: a red sweater, black sweat pants, black shoes, and maybe an owl mask.."

"Owl mask eh? Ok Lester i'll take it."

"Thank you y/n since it's a gang leader I'll pay you double!"

~present~
After breakfast, I put on my work clothes. My f/c top, black leggings, white knee high boots, and a black leather jacket along with my f/c bandana to hide my face in case this fails and I gotta run. Then I was off to find this Leader.

I was perched on top of a run-down building, sniper in hand ready to shoot.
I looked around the building walls frantically, I guess I was just really eager to get my double pay is all. Then I was startled by a loud bang. I spun around and saw them.. The gang and thier leader.. Vanoss. They were running around throwing grenades, shooting everything they saw, it was as if they owned the whole street, maybe even the city. I placed my rifle and aimed for the owl masked figure then the blast from one of the grenades blew off the mask.. And I saw the most amazing figure. He looked asian, somewhere in his 20's, and looked like he worked out, a lot. His jet black hair was styled as a mohawk and his chocolate brown eyes glowed as each explosion took place. I shook my head, snapping myself out of my thoughts and whipping a bit of my h/c hair in my face and tried pressing the trigger, realizing what it was I had to do. But.... I couldn't.. I couldn't do it...