Emotionally Distant Russian Assassin famously known as the Blue Demon stumbles across John Wick the Boogeyman. John is hired to bring her to the High Table. Will John follow his duty or will he feel something real with her. Will John be able to brea...
Song in club: Pray for me by the Weeknd and Kendrick Lamar —————————————————— The room is very busy and dark. I stretch my head to peer through to crowd to get a peak of where the men went. The area is blocked by a woman dancing against a pole on the stage in front of me. "Subject 24893" a voice asks behind me in a thick English accent. My body stiffens hearing his voice. As soon as I hear his voice I can picture his piercing Blue eyes in my mind like before. "Lorenzo" I say looking over my shoulder to see him once more.
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He towers over me yet he isn't as tall as John. He is a shaved head and piercing eyes which penetrate my soul. His famous seductive smirk grows on his lips. "Long time no see" "What the hell are you doing here!?" I snarl gripping onto my gun from under my jacket. He bites his lip and struts forward "I could ask the same about you. In fact I could ask why you've stepped straight back into Red Siege territory" he whispers
My body goes numb and my heart thuds. "Why are they in America" I ask him A smirk grows on his lips and he shakes his head playfully of course he isn't going to tell me the truth. "I know your working for the High Table so why would I tell you this information?" He asks me How the Fuck does he know??? What the hell "You've been spying on me" I accuse He steps back and raises his hands in defeat "Guilty now we can do this the easy way or hard way. Your going to come with me or every single civilian in here will be shot dead and so will your little boy toy" he whispers while walking towards me as he speaks grazing his lip against my ear. His fingers pinch my chin making my body tremble and makes me look ahead at John who causally wonders around the club unaware of where I am or what's happening.
I don't know what to do. Should I go with him? I can't let any civilians die. But this is what got me in shit before however I just can't. I shut my eyes and sigh a shaky breath "Fine" Suddenly every person in the room stops what they are doing and stand unnaturally still and quiet as if they are Robots and eerily turn to face me and simply stare at me with no emotion to their face.
It's literally everyone in this room. Every Burlesque dancer on stage. Every waitress and bartender. Even every single customer and guest as well this is insane. The all stand like mannequins in a store window is the music and lights flash off them. "Etta!!" Johns voice calls out through the loud music
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Since John is taller than most men I can see him looking around for me walking past every single person who doesn't move an inch. His eyes scan the room frantically until finally finding mine.
Lorenzo wraps his arm around my neck and presses me against his chest pointing a gun at my head and walks backwards pulling me with him. John instantly pulls out his gun and starts towards me but suddenly every single person in the room pulls out a gun at exactly the same time and points it at John. He glances around as his brown orbs widen then snaps his head back to me in a panic "This was a trap" I whisper in realisation how could I have been so foolish? "Lets go princess lets see if the Baba Yaga is as deadly as people make him out to be if he is he'll catch up to us soon enough" Lorenzo whispers in my ear while dragging me out of John's view. ————————————————————- John watches as this strange man drags Etta around a corner. He wonders why she doesn't try to fight back. Her brown eyes lock onto his as if she's trying to tell him something 'Trust me'
John lets out a few breaths as every single person in the room stares him down with no emotion their faces. All of their guns are pointed at him. He knows he's going to have to kill every single person in this room. He raises his gun and stands up straighter "So be it" he sighs pointing his gun at the group of Burlesque dancers on stage. He pulls the trigger.
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BANG! Let the bloodbath commence. —————————————————————
