USUK (Hitman! Jones X Victim! England)

Chapter 6 (Did I Faint Or Go Blind?)

Alfred's POV

I walk home after the concert to find Ivan waiting for me with a paper in his hands.

"Do you recognize this, Jones?" He holds out a poster to me, it has Artie's face on it. I widen my eyes at the picture. "He should be dead Jones. That's your job." Ivan's growl snapped me back to reality. He walks up to me and pins me to the wall by my suspenders. I snarl at him but his dark grin scared me to the core. Of course I've been trained not to show fear though but he could see right through me. I growl and try to shake out of his grasp but he just pushes me harder against the wall hitting me in the stomach.

"Ivan let me down."

"No, Jones. You had one job, and you didn't get it done. Maybe you need a reminder of who your boss is and who hands you the pay?" I growl as I fall to the floor. I feel a hard force right in my stomach and then in my face. The smell of leather is on my crushed nose. Ivan kicked me twice and my glasses were broken. I couldn't see, I couldn't move. I heard someone else enter the room and he walked up to Ivan and before everything went black I heard someone say in a British accent;

"Bow tie?"

Arthur's POV

I followed Bow tie into the narrows, wow surprised he lived here. I had to be discrete so I walked in a little after he did. I heard banging so I broke down the door. Bow tie was down on the floor, his glasses shattered and what seemed to be the starting of bruises. I get mad, really mad. This man may be bad but not like this. I growl and walk up to the taller man. I look down at Bow tie.

"Bow tie.." I whisper. The brute grabs my arm.

"Get out of here British boy." His accent was thick and Russian. To be honest he sounded like he fit the stereotype of drinking vodka.. and smelled like it. I growl and push him off me.

"The hell you doing wanker!" I yell. Bow tie was obviously passed out from whatever the hell this man did to him.

"Get out of here, British boy." He said more aggressively. I growled and gripped his arm now. He widened his eyes angrily but shut them when I swung my gloved fist at him. Right in the face. He stumbled back and wiped his lower lip, good it was bleeding. I stepped back ready to throw another punch. I pulled my fist back, adrenaline rushing through my veins, but right then I felt a large bundle of pain in my side making me topple over. I sigh and push myself up but then he quickly kicks my gut just like he did Bow tie. I growl and hold my gut.

"What the hell are you?" i grumble. He smirks and comes down to my view and whispers. 

"the man who gets the pleasure to kill you." He pulls out a large metal pipe and smirks. I widen my eyes. I can't die, not like this. I hear a loud thwang that makes me think that something just hit me on the side but from the next loud sound I was wrong. The man toppled over on the floor and Bow tie stood behind him with a rifle in his hand. Smoke was coming off his gun. Blood started circling the albino man. I got up and stepped back from the now corpse laying on the ground. 

"Who the hell are you, bow tie?" 

"The man who just saved your life, get out of here. You saw nothing." He smirked setting down his gun and pushing me out the door. "Make a song about me, your fans will love it." He smirked and slammed the door shut.