Okay, i have had a really hard time writing this, IT IS NOT DONE! So, if you guys want the rest, i need you to comment or i probably very well wont finish it, also, i have a book for a MurphyxReader called 'the psychic' so if you haven't gone and checked it out go look! :)
You sat on the open windowsill of your old rusty apartment, a pen in your right hand and a notepad on your lap.
You watched as people went across the streets on the late autumn evening.
You twirled the pen in your hand, waiting for a man to come across your path that you had been tracking for almost a month then.
Before we precede the story, let us explain something really quick.
You're a twenty five your old woman who became her own employee going around killing people she deemed fit, currently you where tracking down a certain man that you had a certain disliking for after he threatened to set you on fire if you went near him again.
His name was bane, he was a filthy rich Italian you had encountered a couple times, he was a bitch, he went killing whoever wronged him in gruesome ways and you where sick of him.
So there you where, sitting on your open windowsill with a pen and paper, mostly just for drawing so you had something to do while you waited.
The evening was getting darker.
You where about to go back inside when you saw him, he was wearing a black coat with dark looking jeans because the evening look outside, his messy dark brown hair and scruffed face.
You practically threw your shit into your apartment, quickly jumping down from your four-story apartment, quickly grabbing onto a bar and hopping down small ledges, staying on top of him but keeping a good distance.
You quickly made it to the ground, two pistols strapped to your belt, on the other side was a knife and a couple throwing knifes in your black boot in a small pocket you had added, sharp knife like pins held your hair in a loose messy bun while you had fire crackers in your jackets pocket well hidden, just in case you needed a diversion, a lighter hooked on your wrist incase.
And no, you where not over doing it, you where preparing for whatever might come.
You he- oh wait I also forgot to say that you head smoke grenades in your other boot along with some rope, long dagger, throwing stars, longer throwing knifes, a mini pistol, short dagger, a watch dagger (The kind that if you press a button on it a knife comes out) your earrings where small grenades almost that looked like a black gem where if you clicked it it'd activate, sys in either of your boots, a bit larger gun hidden strapped to your back, and a pen where the inc was really aside where if it touched your skin it pretty much make it evaporate. Okay now *that's* it.
You headed down the sidewalks a bit behind him, the sun light quickly fading.
You took a sharp turn a little minute after him.
And that's when it happened. He was out of sight.
Right when you were about to head back, though you saw him again, though, this time with another man.
Good thing you brought two pistols and a couple mags....and silencers....
You quickened your pace to a speed walk to catch up to bane and the other man.
You noted that they VERY discreetly barley moved their heads to look at each other when they split up all the sudden, taking different turns.
Bayne and the other man where dressed almost exactly the same, not to mention that they were almost exactly the same height.
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Connor/Murphy x Reader One Shots (Requests open)
FanfictionThis is a book filled with Connor and Murphy MacManus x reader one shots, requests are currently closed. Some chapters will contain smut. I will put a warning at the begining of the chapter if it includes it.