Multi-Fiction

Kingsman 2

Since the whole Valentine battle, a lot of things have happened. Eggsy's mum and sister had escaped Dean, moving closer to us. I, however, well, I had to get away. I went to the north. The nightmares were too much, I almost drank myself away until Egssy went to Merlin, who said he knew a place to help. I had been through courses on fighting therapy, it was the only thing that worked. I suppose that is a thing off of my mum, my more violent side. But now it was time to go home, I quickly shot Eggsy a text to let him know I would be there in a few hours, and walked up to the roof where the jet waited.

Once onboard, I sat on a chair next to the laptop and tried to give Merlin a call, but it went straight to offline. "Strange. He is never offline, always got something connected." I sighed to myself, and decided to call Roxy instead, who picked up pretty quickly. 

"Hello?" Came her voice, and I smiled to myself. 

"Hey Roxy, just me. You know what Eggsy's doing?" I asked.

"He's out on a mission I think."

"Ah, ok. Explains why he isn't answering my texts. I am on my way back now, should be home soon." I informed. 

"Great! Won't be long until we can have girls night again, the lads have been nothing but boring," I laughed as Roxy complained, and told her that I would see her soon. "See you in a bit, can't wait for us to catc...." 

"Roxy? Rox?" I sighed, she must have hung up early by accident and cut herself off. I slept for the rest of the way and waved to the pilot as we landed in a private area of the airport. "Time to go home." I smiled, calling a taxi to go to the edge of the town, deciding that I would walk the rest.

Finally, I turned the corner leading to the street where home is....was! My slow walk turned into a run as I saw the ruined building ahead, thoughts of my nightmares instantly rushing to mind. "Eggsy! Eggsy! JB, come out boy!" I shouted as I stopped at the edge of the rubble, listening for any sign of life. Nothing. Not a sound other than my own heart, throbbing painfully in my chest. I fell to my knees and stared at the wreck, who would do this? The shop! I scrambled up and sprinted as fast as I could towards the familiar tailors.

When I arrived, what I saw broke me completely. The shop too, was gone. I wasn't even going to try to check the mansion, it wasn't worth it. I pulled out my comms earpiece, and placed it on, "Does anyone copy? Kingsman agents do you copy? This is Vivian, anybody copy?" I listened for a reply but got nothing. It was time for the doomsday protocol.

I travelled off, it was time to find out what to do. I wandered the streets until I found the right shop and walked down the stairs, to which I found an open safe and an empty Statesman bottle. I wasn't the only one alive, by the looks of it there were two agents left as there were two chairs pulled out. I examined the bottle, finding my fellow agents had gone to Kentucky.

In just a few hours I had arrived in the right place, the Statesman brewery. I walked around, using my watch to scan for tech, until I found a door with a biometric scanner and walked in. "Hello?!" I called out, hoping for an answer as I started looking for an entrance of some sort. I had no time to be waiting, I had to get to these guys. 

"How can I help a young lady such as yourself?" A man came towards me with a gun in hand. 

"I'm looking for the...higher ups here at Statesman. Could you tell me if any other tailors passed through?" I questioned. 

"Might've, what's it to you?" He aimed his gun and I smirked, leaning against a barrel.

"Now come on, haven't you ever heard of the saying Manners Maketh Man? No? Let me teach you a lesson." I smirked, before charging at him and kicking the gun out of his hand. He grabbed my hand as I went in for a punch and kicked back. I dodged it by sliding under him, freeing my hand and dragging his gun away. He lunged, but I activated the bracelet Merlin made, which I never took off, and placed it to his head. "I've had a rather eventful day, so I wouldn't try anything if I were you, I've got nothing left to lose." I warned, placing a foot on his back to keep him down. He tried to get up and my finger hovered over the trigger, "who are you?! Who the fuck are you?!" I shouted, my temper was short after the events of today.