.."I apologize, sir. But the restroom is currently occupied," The attendant answered, a worried look formed in her face as she glanced at the "occupied" restroom."That's it!" The passenger had pulled out a gun, keeping the attendant and anyone near them, hostage. Your partner quickly got up and pulled out his own pistol, aiming it at the passenger, "Put your weapon down!"
The suspense was killing you. Both the passenger and Lucas had their guns aimed at each other, so it was only a matter of time before one of them pulled the trigger.
"Don't aim your damn pistol at me!"
The passenger yelled with rage, his eyes locked on your partner. This had to end, the situation and problem was nothing but dumb and stupid. You sighed, quietly taking out your gun and quickly shooting the passenger's arm that gripped their gun. He exclaimed in agony, as you quickly shoved passed Lucas and held the passenger down,
"Lucas, I got him!"
Your partner smiled with the thought of prosperity, he followed you and handcuffed the man. But his expression quickly changed as he glanced at the bathroom, his eyebrows stitching together as he looked back at the gunned passenger.
What was the fuss all about? The man quickly turned aggressive and going as far as pulling a gun out.. because of the restroom? There had to be more to the situation but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"I'm gonna' check it out," Lucas told you, before hesitantly walking towards the entrance of the bathroom. Again, hesitating before gripping the handle, he knocked.
"Hello?"
No answer.
He swung the door open, finally seeing the horrible fate that had come to be for the man in the restroom, without looking back he called your name with a slight fear in his tone.
"What is it-"
You grew sick at the sight of what was before you. A pestilential smell would've plugged your noses with a horrible nausea. A sight so tragic, helping you vomit. No wonder the restroom was occupied for so long, red splotches covered the inside of the small area. Already dead from decapitation, the man's head hanged from a string from the ceiling.
It wasn't suicide.
Perhaps uncanny murder?
Who would've thought of such a thing so brutal?
"Why would someone do something as horrible as this?" Lucas asked you, covering his nose, he spotted the string and followed to where it led.
"The ceiling-"
He was cut off by the sight of the head falling from the string and rolling towards him, "We have to get this taken care of. Once we arrive at our destination, I'll call the police and have them check this out. We already have our own investigation to do in Venice."
You just stared at the body as well as the head, "I'll inform the pilots and attendants about thi-"
Almost falling, you gripped onto Lucas, and at the same time hearing several people scream with a horrible disturbance. You saw the plane, it began leaning and going downwards.
"Oh hell no!" You thought to yourself, quickly pushing yourself off of Lucas and running towards the cockpit. Busting the door opened, you were greeted by red deaths of both the pilots, leaving the plane unattended, "Damnit!"
Lucas soon came in after, looking at the situation, he began to panic. You quickly pushed the dead pilot out of his seat and began taking over, "We need to find who the hell is doing this, because if this plane crashes, we're dead. There isn't any land for miles. We're hours away from our destination, so this needs to stop."
The door was slammed shut by an individual who entered.
They chuckled, "This'll be fun."
Lucas quickly turned his back to see their murderer, "Take care of it, Lucas! I have to fly this damned plane!" and as you said, he nodded. A sense and expression of confidence and satisfaction, now knowing who his target was, he pulled out his gun and aimed it at the individual standing near the door, "Don't move!"
A smile danced upon the murderer's face, extending their arm outwards and hand inwards, seeming to have some special, uncanny ability he was about to activate, "Oh? You're trying to act as authority now? I think not. I know everything about you. . Lucas Barnholt. And you, (Y/N) (L/N)." Saying this only made your partner's self esteem decrease, his confidence was a fire put out, but still managed to burn just a little bit.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Lucas yelled with a irritated and fearful tone in his voice. The enemy just looked at him before you, noticing the arrow kept in your bag hanging from your shoulder.
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【Vento Aureo JJBA - ELIMINATION - Vinegar Doppio/Diavolo x Reader】
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