Lyin' Eyes - Freddie Mercury Fanfic

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Shivering violently in the cold, I cursed under my breath over the fact that I didn't wear layers.

Such foul language... the voice quipped.

Oh, please, I thought, rolling my eyes. With all the disgusting shit you've said to me in the past, you have no right to even spea— oof!"

The rant session in my head was soon cut short as a stocky man bumped into me.

I found myself toppling over as I felt a large hand suddenly grasp my arm, preventing me from falling flat on my face.

Regaining my balance, my breathing slowed as the world around me stopped spinning.

The sides of my mouth wrinkled into a rare, soft smile that lit up my face, it had been a while since I actually let myself smile.

I slowly turned to greet the man who had saved me, when I was suddenly met with two snake-like eyes that pierced into my soul.

They seemed to already know so much even though we never exchanged a single word, they looked so deceitful, untrustworthy, they had no hints of life or color to them, just a permanent glare that could reduce anyone to tears, it terrified me.

The eyes soon darted to my arm, his hand was still clasped to it, the grip growing tighter with each passing second.

I studied his face, even though the shadows hid his face well, I could still see a glimpse of his devious grin, he licked his lips as he stared at my vulnerable body.

His grasp on my arm only grew tighter as he started to pull me towards his body, he took a long whiff scent in my hair and released a satisfied sigh that was filled with the stench of alcohol.

Holding back the urge to gag, I swiftly kicked him in the shin and made a bee-line to the entrance of the bar, not bothering to look back.

Barging through the door I quickly made my way towards the counter and plopped down on the wooden seat, I propped myself up as I desperately tried to control my breathing, the bartender soon came over.

"What'll it be, miss?" He asked politely.

I gave into a coughing fit while wheezing, my heartbeat was going in all sorts of directions, I couldn't think straight or even form a reply, it was as if I was already intoxicated.

The bartender awkwardly waited before moving onto the next victim, passing me off as some drunk, hopeless romantic.

"What'll it be, sir?" He popped the question again, this time to a man who's voice sounded all too familiar.

"A glass of water, please," the man replied, letting out a small cough. "Don't forget the ice."

I may have been in a shocked, almost traumatic state of mind but I knew that voice anywhere.

The voice that had been torturing my helpless mind with it's antics for God knows how long.

As my hand clenched into a fist I felt the counter slightly vibrate as a glass of water lightly tapped my hand, leaving drops of water on my knuckles.

My eyes traced the trail of water that was left from the glass that stained the counter to a man's hand that laid only a few inches away from my hand.

His fingertips had droplets of water on them that slowly made their way down to the counter, his long, skinny fingers had rings wrapped around them and his nails were painted with a gleaming, black gel.

Not daring to look at his face, I took a sip of the water and gently grazed the rim of the glass.

I sighed, this was my chance.

My back now faced the man as I slowly counted down, feeling the hair on the back of my neck prick up.

In my head, I counted down from three.

Three.

Two.

One.

I spun around in my seat and blindly flung my fist at the man, hoping to hit him where it hurt the most.

I was confused when I didn't feel my hand hit anything, until I realized my hand had completely stopped, but not on its own.

While I went for his head, truthfully I should have gone for his dick.

"You do know I can read every single thought you have, right?" the man said, still holding my clenched fist high above his head.

His tone was bleak, monotone even, that's was scared me the most.

The lack of life or interest left me empty and wanting more, but with the scenario in front of me all I wanted to do was run away.

My eyes soon came in contact with his face, but it was well hidden under a patch of darkness due to a broken light that was placed so conveniently over the man, but I had a strong hunch he probably had on some stupid expression to celebrate his little victory.

Before I could do anything else or scream some insult at him the door to the bar violently sprang open, causing the bar to go dead silent.

It was the man from outside who had almost assaulted me.

Yanking my hand from the man seated next to me, I quickly shrank back into my seat as the other man trudged over from the doorway to where I was, only to be stopped by my so-called 'guardian angel'.

Things were heating up.