The dark night. Always my favorite part of the day my dear brothers. After my first meeting with Rebecca Johnston I was pretty surprised, shocked and intriged to say the least. So what I did was I went around and gathered information about her. Rebecca Johnston, Tiana Faraway, Jennifer Blasto and Scartlett Swordfine were the four girls. Had started small just robbing and fighting small gangs, then they grew and grew and grew. Until finally they were bloody legends and were fighting me. But today, my dear and only friends, I was going to serve them right.
I met my droogs at the Korova Milkbar as usual and started telling them the plan.
"Right, right, right my little droogies! I will make each and everyone of you not only get your revenges but also make sweet sweet in-out-in-out love with the four ladys of the hour. Tonight, fellas we are going to take Johnston and her chicks to the ground! Quite literally actually." My gang errupted in excitment. "But I warn you! One condition is up." I turned my cut-throught bravita and took it in my hands to enficize that conditions can not be broken. "No one gets near Johnston. She is mine." They all smiled their sick, twisted smiles and we were ready.
We went to where I predicted the chick gang would be. Their favorite hidding spot: an abandoned ice cream factory.
"Well, well, well! Look what the wind has brought us girls! Alex Delarge in the flash! Say it hot shot, did you miss me?" Johnston said getting up from a table, where she was laying down as if she was posing for a portrait.
"Johnston, my dark angel of the night, how are you doing this fine evening?" I knew all of her tricks, had spoken to all the gangs that failed and succeed when dweling with her. I knew all of it. To her most petty wickness to her worst fear.
"A lot better now that I know we will be entrateined for the evening! Right girls?" And they all laughed.
"Have I ever told you what my motto is Johnston?" I asked casualy. Sometimes I wondered if our gangs got bored of us. We always had this dialogs when we talked. Some were pretty long. But I guess the fighting was real horror show so they bore it.
"No. Should I be intrigued?"
"If it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine." I said as I got close to her and passed my fingers over her scar.
"Is that a compliment? A pick-up line? Should I be flattered?" She said laughing.
"No darling." I said as I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer against her will. "It's the last thing you will hear coming from my mouth this night other than moaning."
The trigger did it's job. Johnston gang ran up to her rescue and mine intervened. Johnston herself pushed me away and we began our battle. As if we were knights of the London streets. The both of us, we could make violence seem truly beautiful. Suddenly, one by one of our fellow companions started dissapearing and me, Johnston and our fight was the only thing left in the room.
I felt a sudden rush of pain coming from my left side as I looked around confused. I fell to the ground bleeding heavily where Johnston stabbed me. She came over me and held me to the ground with a knife put against my throught. She leaned closer and whispered in my ear.
"Fuck you, Delarge. Hear it clearly. You might have my friends soul, you might have my heart, you might have my fucking virginity but I will have the knowledge that I killed you and that the last words you are ever going to hear are: Fuck. You."
I didn't understand what she was talking about. Either ways she got up and slid my thorught. I saw my blood covering her beautiful face as all of reality turned into a blur.I woke up with a start. I jumped up in the bed, sweating cold from the incredibly vivid dream. Johnston woke up scared next to me and put her hand on my shoulder.
"What is it, Delarge? You okay?" She said sleeply. The room was dark but I could see her beautiful blue eyes staring at me full of worry. I looked over to the clock. Four in the morning.
Just a dream, Alexandre. Just a dream. I kept repeating in my head.
"I had an awful dream that's all." I said raising my hand to see the weding ring on my finger. That's right, I assured myself. She married you. Remember the white, long dress. Her smile. The church. The red flowers in her hands. I breathed deeply and smiled.
"Just a bad dream." I repeated more to myself than to her.
"Well, it's alright now. I'm here and I love you okay?"
"Oh I love to hear you say that." I said happly. I laid back on my pillow and turned to her. "Can you say it again?"
She laid as well looking at me and giggling.
"I love you, you sick, twisted, bastard." She said and gave me a peck on the lips. "Now go to sleep! We have work in a couple of hours." Johnston turned and I was left with her soft purple hair and stunning back turned to me.
I looked at the ceiling.
"Johnston?"
"What is it, Delarge?"
"Will you always love me?"
"Forever and ever. Until eternity ends and after that."
I got up from the bed and went to her side to look into her eyes.
"Even if we fight. Tear our hairs out. Hit each other. Get bored of one another. Disagree in every little thing. Will you love me then?"
"Hey" Johnston replied placing her hand on my cheek. "Everyone has bad days. But come what may, I will love you until my dying day. And after that. Okay?"
"Sure." I answered smiling and kissed her soft lips. "After all, you are the father of my unborn child you know?"
The sleepiness and darkness had me forget. Johnston was preagnant. Christian. I smiled alone in the dark and went back to my spot.
That's right. Christian would come along in some months.
I closed my eyes knowing that no more dreams would hurt me. I wouldn't get stuck in the past for them to become nightmares. I had a lot to look forward to. The future was a clear path in front of me. There was no point in reinventing the past.Writer's note:
Hey guys! Quick chapter for y'all! I'm also starting a new one shots fic of Billdip from Gravity Falls! If any of you like the show, check it out! It's gonna be my emotional backing for when this fic ends 😭
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