Finn Wolfhard Imagines

68 - nightmare love

I woke up with a gasp. My heart beating rapidly and my hair messily covering half my face.

It happened again.

The same nightmare. Replaying over and over again.

"What were you dreaming about?" I gasp and pull out the gun from under my pillow and point it at the intruder who was sitting at my open window sill.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Such quick reflexes. I applaud you."

I recognised that voice. Wolfhard??

"What are you doing here Finn?"

Despite knowing who it is I continue to point my gun at him.

"I had to know why. Looking at your dull bedroom doesn't exactly answer the question either," he gets off the window sill and starts roaming my room slowly, "nice painting. Never been one to paint with a brush and multicolours. Just a knife or a gun with blood would satisfy," he says looking at the pile of canvas in the corner of my room.

"Listen, Wolfhard, I've always been one to encourage others to share their interests but its three in the morning. Can't we do this some other time?"

"Then you can tell me why. Why are you at headquarters?"

Me and Finn were assassins in the protection program. Protecting the world from extremely bad people. Gangs, mafias, black market deals etc. And ever since I joined Finn had hated me, don't know why. Don't really care.

"Because I have a job to do."

"You came to this place with no skills."

"You looked at my file?"

"Yeah I did. Y/F/N, straight A student at H/S/N, had enough extracurriculars and a high GPA of 5.0 to earn a scholarship at any university you wanted. Yet you decided to join the one place that your academic skills did not fit," I open my mouth to speak but he stops me, "you suck at sports."

I bite my lip, holding back tears. I put the gun down and pull the covers off myself and walk to my dresser, looking at myself in the mirror, "23rd October 1997. A family of 3 were leaving their favourite restaurant. On the way home, they were approached by--"

"Trevor Mussolini. Mafia leader."

"He killed the two parents and before he could harm that little girl you arrived and took care of him."

"And how would you know all that unless--" his eyes go wide.

I face him, my side leaning against the dresser, "because I was that little girl you saved that night. You asked me what my nightmare was about? It was about that night, always replaying and replaying," I took a brief pause, "you want an answer? I had motivation. To kill every bad person that could strip away a family like mine. That's why I joined even though I had no skills in the field."

I smile creeps up on my face, "my second reason: ever since that night I've kinda had a little crush on you."