John Wick X Reader - The Boogeyman and The Grim Reaper (Oneshot)

You were struck with shock, your body tense and your eyes wide with wonder. There in front of you, was your father. A gun in his hand, and the tip of the gun pressed to a head of another man who was on his knees. His hands clasped together in a begging stance, his lip quivering as he looked up at your father with a pleading look, obviously not wanting to be killed.
You should be scared, but you weren't. You were fascinated.
"P-Please sir.. Please... I-I'll give you twice as much money as you are being paid to do this... Sir..." The man pleaded, his whole body shaking in terror. Your father just sighs, the sound of the gun clicking ringing in my ears. "Just doing my job..." He replies in a whispered tone, before suddenly pulling the trigger. The gunshot made you jump, but you watched in amazement as the man's body dropped dead to the ground, a small pool of blood collecting next to his head where he had been shot.
"Wow..." You mutter out in pure excitement, a smile gracing your lips. But with that simple sound, caused your father to gasp and quickly turn around and aim the gun straight at your head. You jump from his sudden action, and back away a bit. Your eyes trailing over to the gun in your father's hands in now pure fear.
"D-Daddy...?" You mumble out softly, causing him to slowly lower his gun, his eyes widening in shock. "(Y/N)??" He gasps out before rushing over to you and kneeling down to your height, putting a hand on top of your shoulder, looking even more scared than you were. "I'm so sorry hun, I'd never shoot you, you just scared daddy is all." He apologizes in a frightened whisper, taking his other hand and cupping your cheek.
You weren't scared for long.
"Oh... My... Gosh! Daddy! That was so cool! You were like one of those people from tv!" You squeal as you bounce up and down with excitement, gripping your father's hands tightly in your smaller ones. Your father stood there in shock, his eyes still wide in pure horror.
But it slowly twitched into a smirk.
"Yep. That's right kiddo. Your daddy's an assassin."
But that was a long time ago.
Your father since had passed, and you were now a full fledged assassin.
Over course being a female, you were looked down on and overly sexualized a lot, but you made up for all of it with your strength, determination, and quickness when it came to missions.
Slowly you worked up, and were much more appreciated, some even starting to call you 'The Grim Reaper' for how quick and silent you were, just like your father. But no matter how hard you tried, you were never going to out do 'The Boogeyman'. He was much too good at his job, and could kill anyone with a single blow to the head. Most were scared of him, but you weren't. You thought of him as competition. You haven't necessarily seen him at work, but he sounded like the typical asshole to you. You did not like him at all.
Today was very normal, in fact it was too normal. You had not one single call today to come into work and it confused you. You weren't as high as the, 'oh so legendary Boogeyman', but you were good at your job, and you got calls everyday. It seemed too strange to not have gotten a single call.
It was now almost nine p.m and you were pacing your living room, staring at your phone intently for the past couple hours.
"I bet it's that boogey dude...," You begin to talk to yourself, clearing going crazy over just one simple normal day, "They're calling him up to do their work, and NOT me..." You growled, your simple pacing becoming more of a stomping. "All because he can do MY job SLIGHTLY better than me, they're choosing him! That fucking asshole!" You shout while throwing your arms up into the air with a loud groan afterwards.
In that sudden moment, the doorbell to your house rang, causing your form to jump in surprise, confusion spreading all over your face. "The fuck, who in the Hell walks up to doors at nine p.m?" You mutter to yourself as you trudge over to your door, and open it up, revealing a hand full of men wearing black suits, meaning they were people from your assassination group. Something was up.
"Ms. (Y/L/N), we have a task for you." The one in front began, handing you a handful of information papers.
You take them in utter confusion, looking down at the papers, then back up at the men. "Why the Hell couldn't you have called me?" You asked, becoming slightly irritated by the fact they had you worried for this long.
"Miss, your phone service was down..." One in the back piped up.
"Yeah, we even tried your cell, email, text, no reply." Another joins in, causing the small group of five to nod in sync.
You mentally growled to yourself, beginning to shut the door. "Well thanks, I guess..." You mumble softly, just about to close your door, before one man stops you from doing so by holding the door open with his foot.
"Wait miss, there's one more thing."
You open the door back up, and look up at the man in black in confusion. "What is it?"