Imagines/oneshots Book 1

33. John Wick - a reign of bullets

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Song: demolition lovers by my chemical romance
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I sped down the highway as fast as I could. When John called me I knew something​ was wrong. As soon as I pulled up to the warehouse I ran inside as fast as I could in the short tight dress, and heels I was wearing. I stomped up three flights of stairs before being met with a bloody and bruised John wick. I stopped in front of him. His face told me all I needed to know and my stomach dropped to my feet.

"No."

He stood up off the stair to grab my arm before I could get past him any further. I started up the stairs but he didn't let go of his firm grasp in my arm.

"I have to see him"

Tears we're stinging my eyes.

"It's not pretty, y/n, I did all I could. It just wasn't enough."

I jerked my arm away from him and walked up the last flight with fire in my gut. I walked through the door way slowly, allowing the sight of my dead father to fill my eyes and engrave itself in my memory. He was covered in blood from multiple bullet wounds and it looked as though his jaw was broken or popped from it's proper place. I ran to his side and knelt as close to his as I could. I threw myself across him not caring how much blood got on my short blue cocktail dress. I wept into his side, my breath heavy and broken. At that moment it hit me, whoever​ did this would pay, even if it was the last thing I did. I stood slowly and walked to the mirror across the room. It sat above a small table holding flowers, right next to the bar. I examined my own face, my own appearance. I saw himself in me and it infuriated me. I reached my arm up and with all my might I slammed my fist I to the glass as hard as I could. I Screamed as loud as possible hoping to make the force of the punch harder and hoping to get some form of feeling out.

The hit shattered and glass and a few pieces, along with the mirror itself fell to the ground. When I went to swing again at the empty wall John caught my arm. I turned around to face him, eyes puffy, and angry tears streaming down my face. I tried to jerk my arm away this time but he held on. One more jerk and I was free of his grasp and colliding my fist with the wall that held an empty frame. I went to swing with the other hand but he grabbed me from behind, confining my arms in his own. I screamed at the top of my lungs, letting all the air out. I collapsed but John kept holding me, guiding me slowly to the floor. When he let go I just covered my face and cried as hard as I could into my hands. He placed his hand on my back on comfort. When I looked up he took me into his arms and hugged me.

"I will kill every bastard involved in my father's death."

I pulled away and looked John in the eyes. My voice dripped with anger and hatred.

"Your sure about this?"

I shook my head yes and stood up, dusting myself off. I walked over to my father and pulled his wallet and his gun out of his jacket. I stepped over him and dialed my phone. It rang twice before someone answered.
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"Yes? Hello, it's y/n, I need someone at the warehouse on 7th Street. My father had been killed."

"What would you like us to do with him and his belongings?"

"Send him to the morgue near our house, I want his belongings, including the suit he's wearing and everything in it sent to my personal address."

"It'll be taken care of before the end of the night."

"Thank you."
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I hung up and walked forward, starting down the stairs. I stopped after going down four and turned around to face john.

"You coming?"

He nodded once and followed me down.

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When we got to my car parked out front I opened the trunk, popping the hatch that's supposed to hold the spare tire. When I opened it John just looked at me.

"Never have I seen so many guns hidden in trunk before."

"Are you surprised? My dad was one of the most powerful mob bosses in the city."

He just shrugged and grabbed an AA12 Atchison assault shot gun, turning and getting in the driver seat. After I grabbed a knife, three hand guns, and some amo I got in the passenger seat. We raced down the highway to a tall office building, spinning and shifting through the parking garage. When we reached the roof there where men with huge guns surrounding a helicopter.

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There was gunfire everywhere I looked. John was tackling and shooting people per usual but I was matching almost his every move. Once someone was taken down it seemed that three more men appeared on the roof. Then out of nowhere the man of the hour appeared. As soon as I saw his face I knew, he was surrounded by five men and they were all running towards the helicopter.

I made my way to them, shooting anyone in my way. John covered me, continuing to take down the masses coming onto the roof. When I got close enough I shot down three of the men instantly. The last two decided to split up. One took care of the man who killed my father and the other came at me with a large knife in one hand and a gun in the other. I shot at him but before I knew it he was to close to shoot anywhere that mattered. I dropped the gun and Drew my knife just as he did. We slashed at each other for a short while. He caught me in the face and shoulder before grabbing me in a headlock. I still had my body faced into him so when he went to bring the knife to me again I plunged my knee towards his hand and head. His hand was still holding the knife when it came into contact with my lower thigh, I brought my leg high and nailed him in the face with the handle. He let go of me long enough for me to take it out of my leg and stab him right where his neck attached to his back.

He started falling towards me but I stepped out of the way and grabbed the knife from his back before he hit the ground. When I turned I was met with the second body guard coming at me. I didn't want to take any chance at him getting closer so I threw the knife and hit him square in the chest. When he didn't fall immediatly I picked my gun up again and shot him in the head. After he fell, the man they were protecting looked at me in horror, holding his gun up at me. I limped toward him with my hand loosly holding my gun. I was less than two feet away from him when heard a shot ring out. The man's face was ridden with shock, then I saw him bleeding from a hole in his stomach. I pulled my arm up and shot him in the head, when I did so I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I dropped my arm and my gaze. Blood was pouring from my right side and staining my dress crimson. I turned around to see John pointing a gun in my direction.

"You shot me."

"I had to, he would've killed you."

I looked down at my wound and placed my hand on it. I looked up at John who had put his weapon down.

"You ruined my new dress."

He just laughed and shook his head.

"That's all youre worried about."

"At the moment yes. But now that that's out of the way, I'd like to be bleeding less and drinking more."

"I think I can help with that."

I walked over to him and he swung my arm over his shoulder and guided me to the car. When we reached it he helped me inside to the best of his ability and we drove off.

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As we drove down the highway I caught John looking at my leg a few times. Once we hit a stop light he looked me in the face and sighed heavily.

"I can't believe you actually stabbed yourself."

I sighed in a amusement and leaned my head on my hand against the window.

"What was I supposed to do? Let him stab me?"

We both laughed a little at that.

"I guess not, no."

"Besides it got his knife away from him."

"That it did, and it was pretty bad ass if I do say so myself."

"Thanks

The rest of the car ride was spent in silence. This would not be the last time I saw John wick, I would make sure of that.