Heroes We Could Be

Not everything is as one appears

I am not a product of my circumstances. I am a product of my decisions.
-Bane

* Mr Unknown pov*

I woke up in my bed sat there for a moment. Then I proceeded with getting dressed. My closet was filled with clean cut suits. I only wrote the best cloths. I looked in the mirror to see my chocolate brown hair and brown eyes. I brushed my hair out of my face.
"Its a beautiful day." I pull out my phone and call up my driver and left my house as if never was there.

I got to the office early the black Friday evening to see im the only one there. A few hours passed and my partner knocked on my office door.

"How are you doing?" She was wearing a red short dress with matching heels.

"Why are you dressed like that Julia?" The athusiasime in my voice was so none existent she looked like she didn't want to answer.

"I'm meeting with a buyer." She glarred and I smiled.

I looked down at my book was reading "be careful will you."

"The British man cares for my well being." She smiled. "I know a good doctor if I do get hurt." Then she winked at me.

I quickly ingorned that comment. "Do you know our earning this month?"

"Low since our dealers been on the down low since you killed Jonathan." She sat on my desk and picked up my hunting knife and threw it at a group of papers on the wall.

"Don't steal from us and you don't die."

"And what's up with and that kid by the way?"

"What's up with you asking questions? Do you think I'm incapable of my job all of a sudden?"

"What has your mood like this you normally don't care about what I say."

"Today was the day I faked my death."

"Ah your death day." She now was laying across my desk disturbing my work.

"Can you not Julia." She then booped my nose and I glarred. "Don't you have a date to go on?"

"Fine I'll get out of your hair, red coat." She sat up off my desk and repositioned her dress. She was about to leave.

"Bring in the kid, Julia."

"You're lucky your handsome." She smiled then waved down Billie.

He had paper stiches on his face. "Yes sir?"

"I want you to buy flowers for a grave."

"Might I ask who they are for?"

"Asking questions will get you killed, but if you must know they are for my families grave."

"Family, sir?"

"What did I say Billie." I gave a devilish smirk when he scrunched down in fear. I tilted my head. "Tell me why are you afriad of me?"

"Its not my place sir."

"Humor me."

"Well sir you always have weapons on you and you did slice my face."

I sat in silence observing his body attitude. "Please pick your favorite flowers."

"Oh course sir." He bowed his head and left me to my work.

*Sams Pov*

Dad today was acting weird. He wore is nicest suit and left the house without saying goodbye. He normally wears a suit for his job but this was his nicest. It was the same suit he wore at mom's funeral. I hope everything is alright.

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