Janelle POV
I turn on my back when I feel something staring at me. I slowly open my eyes and see Khalil leaning on the dresser in front of the TV, I clear my throat and lift up onto my elbows my eyes barely open.
Me:Another migraine?
I wait for some kind of movement but he doesn't move, let alone speak. I start to sit up more but I hear a gruff voice, scaring the hell out of me.
Painkiller:Don't move.
It's too late to be going through this right now.
Me:I thought we got over this? You need to rest, you can try and kill me or strangle me in the morning, but let your body rest.
He doesn't move and I take a deep breath before slowly moving to lay back down, sudden movement is not good for anyone right now. I turn on my side facing his side as I watch him, I blink before seeing his hands clench at the dresser. After five minutes he slowly walks to the bed and slips in, I watch as he takes a deep inhale. I slowly place my hand on his chest and he looks over at me. I look at him for a moment, to see if the dark shadows over his eyes are gone before I slowly move up to kiss his cheek, just as I do I feel us flip over and I stare eyes wide as he snarls down at me.
Me:*softly*What's stopping you tonight?
I hear him grunt as he tightens his grip on my neck, the air slowly passing and going.
Painkiller:He is.
I slightly shake my head and look into his eyes.
Me:You know that's a lie, you don't want to kill me. You just can't break that urge to want to kill me... Not yet anyway.
I grip his wrist and his nose flares as I slowly pull his hand off of me. I put my hand through his and he grips it hard making my knuckles pop. I push him over and turn so we face each other.
Me:You just wanted me to stay up with you and it makes you mad. You don't want to need me.
He continues to stare at me and I stare back.
Painkiller:One day I'll kill you.
I nod before speaking closing my eyes and pulling his hand to my chest as I tuck them under my chin.
Me: I'll be here, Painkiller.
I put my other hand on his stomach feeling him breathing. Slowly cooling my hand to let him know that I'm still awake with him.
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I walk into the penthouse, food in hand when I hear speaking, Who is Mr. Goodguy talking to?Me:Khalil.
I hear his footsteps and I see him walking around the bend I put the stuff on the island as he kisses me and hugs me.
Khalil:Hey, how was your day?
Me:Good, yours? How you feeling?
He grabs my hand and kisses it looking at me nodding.
Khalil:I'm doing good, but I found someone, Enigma may know him.
I raise my eyebrow and fold my arms.
Me:How the hell did you manage to find someone from the ASA already Khalil?
He exhales and goes to lean against the counter.
Khalil:*talking lowly* Look, we have a plan and it could help us.
Me:That's why Painkiller was so tense... Khalil we came here to find peace of mind, to start our lives-
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Anti-Heroes; The Origin Of Rogue And Painkiller
FanfictionAnti-Hero; A protagonist that lacks the characteristics that would make them a hero, but also lack the characteristics that would make them a complete villain. This is the story of two teenagers, Janelle Pierce and Khalil Payne who has a very uniqu...