Jeremy POV
And then I felt the pain.
A truck, an armoured military truck had rammed into the side of me and my bike. Obviously I went rolling along the cement road and yes I'm oretty sure he that I'd possibly broken something but instinct and training took over.
So when I stopped rolling and I landed on my back I played the unconscious victim, the opposite of what I'd been taught, reverse psychology. I heard shouting and heavy footsteps drawing closer and closer and I recognised one of the voices, one of the guards from The Red Room. They came closer and I felt someone stood beside me and I stayed still the only movement I made was the rise and fall of my chest, although I made it purposefully shallow.
"хватай его" (grab him)i heard him say and when I felt myself being lifted up by my biceps I struck. I smashed my elbow back into the guy on the lefts face and grabbed his gun and smashed it into the temple of the other one who grabbed me. I shot at the guard I recognised. Someone rushed forward with a daggered went to stab me in the chest with it but I grabbed his wrist and forced it into my attackers chest.
"жнец, легкость, и нам не придется использовать силу" (Reaper, come easy and we won't have to use force) I heard a voice say and I turned, enraged, to see one of my trainers. It was a man named Grigori Fedorov, the man who beat me everyday for 10 years. I just spat at him and he sighed and pulled a whip from behind his back. "я не хотел этого делать, но ты заставлял мою руку" (i didn't want to have to do this but you forced my hand).
He started to slowly move forward whilst I stood frozen, trying to keep that hidden monster, the reaper, he and the other trainers created at bay. But looking into his cold dead eyes, my resolve broke.
I charged and grabbed the whip which he had drawn back ready to strike. I twisted his arm and he was next to me his arm in a painful position. I harshly kicked the back of his knees and he landed on them and I went behind him, pulling his arm and dislocating his shoulder and then let go to grab his head between my hands. "я думаю, ты тоже заставлял мою руку" (i guess you forced my hand too) I Said before I snapped his neck and dropped his limp body to the ground.
I saw people looking scared on the pavement and running out of cars away from the crash. I saw cameras recording and squad cars coming to the scene, an ambulance not too far behind. Men held up their guns and I raised my hands, staring at the ground below my feet feeling out of body.
It was a blur. The arrest and the drive. I didn't really understand or comprehend what was going on until I was in an interrogation room and the steel door opened, a tall brunette entered with long hair and curvy figure a cold expression that didn't give away the horror and disgust lurking in her grey orbs.
"My names Sasha Redheath I'd like to ask you a few questions Mr. Gilbert" she said sitting in the chair opposite me holding a pen and notebook. "Why did you kill them?" Was her first question but I stayed quiet. "Mr. Gilbert if you don't cooperate and give us a reason like self defence there isn't anyway we can reduce your sentence given your age" she said and I still didn't answer. I still felt out of body, my skin felt dirty and tainted and I kept getting flashbacks to training and mission in my last few years.
The most prominent was Budapest.
-FLASHBACK-
I was walking among body after body exiting the building a trail of flames slowly engulfing the building behind me. They told me to create chaos, so that is what I'll do.
-PRESENT-
"Mr. Gilbert we've contacted your guardian he should be here soon he's on the first flight out" Was her final words before she left the interrogation room. I was alone. Probably best.
It's been awhile since I had to kill like that. Yes I cut off the hybrids head but that was amateur anyone could have done that. I hadn't had to embrace the darkness, the Reaper for 3 years and I break when I do again. Maybe I should have avoided Caroline. I was fine before she made me open up, no flashbacks, no nightmares, nothing. And now my emotions have made me weak and I can't do anything about it.
Except shut them out.
Awhile later the door opened yet again but I didn't look up until the person was sat down opposite me. What I saw made me smirk.
"Natalia Romanova, it's been a while"
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The Reaper
FanfictionJeremy Gilbert was adopted by Miranda and Grayson Gilbert when he was 13, he didn't have a name before then. He has no records, a complete ghost. What happens when vampires risk exposing his heavily guarded secret, one that could make his new life c...
