Hit and Run (Hitman Jones x Reader)

Gasoline

I usually don't do an Author's note before a chapter, but I thought that I would mention that F/N means friend's name.  It will be appearing in this chapter and I  want to clear any confusion surrounding it.  Without further ado:

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I was waiting in the getaway car
You were stuck in the hotel bar
He was a proper Englishman
You had one last pint before the cops broke in
You poured the gasoline and
I drove into the flames
History will hate us
But they'll never forget our names

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I looked at the boys once more before leaving.  I surveyed  Arthur's messy hair and emerald green eyes.  I glanced down at the bandages that covered his body; some were still bloody and others were still fresh from a recent changing.  I looked at Francis and his cocky posture.  Once again I found myself wanting to strangle him. I suppose I stared for a second too long because Francis then asked me if I wanted to 'see his Eiffel Tower'.  To which I replied with a swift slap to his face. I finally took one last glance at Alfred before leaving.  I wanted to say more, but I couldn't figure out why.  He's just a stupid man.  So then why do I feel as though there's something I'm missing?  It doesn't matter, once this mission is over, I won't have to worry about another man ever again.

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As I was walking towards Lovino's room, I heard loud cursing coming from behind his door. "I don't care you potato sucking bastard! I don't care about her job!  I love her and I know she loves me!" A twinge of guilt ran through me as I realized he was talking about me.  I quickly shook the feeling away.  I don't care about men; not ever since they hurt F/N.  The mention of her name triggered the memory of that night came crashing upon me. A memory that I had tried for so long to keep suppressed now felt like a wave crashing over me. 

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F/N and I had been partners for years.  We were about as close as siblings--no--we were closer than sisters.  But it all changed on that one night.

We were celebrating our most recent job at a local bar.  The whole place reeked of cigarettes and alcohol, but it didn't matter.  We were too busy downing beer after beer. We were so drunk, F/N was worse than I.  The girl never could hold her alcohol.  Just as we were about to leave, a man in his forties came over and started hitting on F/N.   She of course still had enough sense to deny his invitation to take her to the bedroom.  Which no doubt in his mind meant behind the dumpster to rape her.  I tried so hard to pull her away before things got too out of hand.  But I was drunk and could barely stand on my own.  Before I knew  it, the man was grinding on F/N. She tried to push him away, but it was futile.  Instead she reached for a glass and poured its contents on his head.  He was doused in alcohol.  F/N and I tried to leave as quickly as we could, but all we could do was stumble to the sidewalk outside.  But we were followed and before I knew it, F/N was doused in beer.  They couldn't have stopped there.  Instead in their alcohol induced minds they pulled out a match and threw it on her.  I watched in horror as F/N erupted into flames.  Her cries filled the air, and they just laughed. As if they weren't slowly killing her.  As if the flames weren't slowly destroying her body.  As if each cry for help felt like someone stabbing me in the chest.  I don't remember much after that.  Next thing I knew I was surrounded in bodies and blood as I cradled my best friend in my lap.

"Y/N?" I shook my head as I saw Lovi looking at me with confusion laced in his amber eyes.  He reached out to wipe the single tear that was running down my cheek.  "Are you alright?"

I nodded, "Y-yeah, everything's fine."

His eyebrows furrowed together, "You don't look fine, ragazza."