Your local fanboy writing some gay fanfiction about his favorite characters. Probably also OC artwork and shippings. Please notice that I am close to my exams so chapters take a bit longer, thank you! !BORHAP! !6 UNDERGROUND! !QUEEN! !THE ORIGINALS! - Masterlist
Crinkled bedsheets, head buried in his pillow. Bare skin against soft fabric and the faint scent of him. It was peace and it was safety, and it was comfort.
Eight twisted slightly. He titled his head to the side, eyes still closed. He was awake for a while now. But he refused to open his eyes. His abdomen rested on the mattress while his arms were crossed under the pillow he was holding. Only his lower body was covered by the white blanket, but he was too lazy to pull it up.
The room next door seemed just as peaceful as his. Seemed, because within one of the two persons laying on the bed, there was no peace at all. Fours eyes were opened. He was staring at the ceiling. His thoughts were rambling through his head.
There he was, laying right next to a beautiful woman who rested her head on his chest, peacefully sleeping, and still, he couldn't stop thinking about the boy next door. The boy whom he went outside with in the night, the boy who made him laugh all the time. The boy who became his best friend, although they didn't know each other for long yet.
Thinking about it, about him, Four got awfully aware of the fact that he actually didn't know his friend at all. And he didn't know him. They didn't know each other’s names and they didn't know the shit they've been through. Why was Eight this good with knives? Why did One call him a good driver? Why did he choose this car? Why did he live with his grandparents? And why was he so encouraged to end this mission so fast? Was it something personal?
"Billy?"
Amelia's voice was soft but it struck him out of nowhere. He blinked and turned his head to her so he could face her.
"Since when are you wearing that?"
She asked confused and Billy looked down on himself, realizing that he hadn't undressed as he came back inside. He was still wearing Eights Hoodie which was a little tight for his taste and height. And he was still in his boxershorts.
"I went to the bathroom in the night and fell asleep like this again."
He lied as he looked down on himself. Amelia stroked over the fabric, thinking a little.
"I've never seen this one on you. It looks quite new as well."
She played with the rim of the pullover, revealing a little bit of Billy’s stomach.
"It's uhm, I just grabbed it, I guess. Maybe it's Eights and it fell out of his bag. I should return it."
The girl looked at him, a brow raised.
"Why would it be in your wardrobe then?"
"I... threw all the clothes I had into the wardrobe again so my room would be clean. This must have been a mistake. Must have grabbed it along with other stuff and just threw it inside the wardrobe."
He mumbled and sat up, rubbing his eyes a little and yawning.
Amelia scanned him and sat up too, holding the blanket up to cover her body.
"Where are my clothes?"
She asked and Billy blinked shortly before he realized that she wanted him to search for them. And so he did, collecting all the items he could find.
While Amelia got dressed, the blonde man grabbed a shirt, fresh boxers and pants to do the same.
It was quiet between them. At least until Five stood up.
"So... What are we?"
She asked unsurely while she fixed her hair. Four turned around, one brow raised.
"Human?"
He asked back and Five scoffed while shaking her head.
"No, I mean, what's between us, what... are... we?
"Ah that's what you mean."
Four said, turning back to face his wardrobe. His heart sank right into his pants as he bit his lip. What could possibly be the correct answer? The one where both of them were happy?
"We are friends, right?"
He paused for a second.
"I don't want this to change anything between us."
Unsurely, he turned around to face her again. Just to realize, that whatever the right answer would have been, it wasn't his. Amelia looked a little hurt. She definitely wasn't happy. But before Billy had to come up with something to fix it, someone knocked on the door.
"Hey Four, you wanna go get groceries with me?"
It was Eight. Fours eyes lit up. Never had someone opened a door faster than the blonde in that particular moment.
"Groceries?"
He asked and grinned at Eight. He looked at him for a while, taking everything in, every detail about the small boy with the slim but yet muscular figure. He was wearing a pullover today. A dark blue pullover with a small rose printed on the left side of his chest.
"Yeah, I just wanted to grab some food to realize that there was no food to grab. I asked One about it and he told me to get some, so that's kinda what I'm doing now."
Eights left hand nervously fumbled on the skin on his neck.
"And I was curious whether you'd accompany me?"
His soft voice was different today. He sounded a little more... how do I describe it? Tender? But Four didn't mind the sudden change of sound. He just nodded.
"Of course, I'm totally in!"
It still is a mystery to everyone, why Four never really noticed how relieved Eight looked. A cheeky smile spread over his lips, not paying enough attention to notice how Amelia was watching every second of their interaction. To be fair, Four had already forgotten about her.
"Great, meet me at the car, I'll be installing the new licence plate."
The moment ended as fast as it had begun and Four was pulled back into reality by the hand of a woman on his shoulder.
"Seems like your definition of friendship isn't a very common one, isn't it?"
Amelia’s eyes focused on his, pinning him down in the moment, making him weak. He hadn't experienced a glare like this ever since he joked about Eights height as he first met him. It was quite funny how he still remembered his stare more clearly than anything else. How his amber eyes had him pinned against the wall, losing his breath for as long as their eyes locked. All of the sudden, Four had this warm feeling inside of his chest, his hands were tingling.
Must be her, he thought to himself before grinning and pulling her close.
"I said I didn't want us to change. But Friends and... close Friends is something different, isn't it?"
Amelia held her breath for a second.
"I'll be back."
Four winked at her and walked out happily, leaving his 'close friend' alone in his room.
Eight was walking around in the kitchen with Two. Together they both seemed to figure out what to buy.
"Oh, what about alcohol? I think we could use some?"
"Eight, we do have enough alcohol here. Focus on what we have written down and don't buy any more or less than that."
"But it already looks like we have to buy enough stuff to survive an apocalypse? Why not get a little alcohol as well?"
Eight asked, leaning on the kitchen counter.
"I agree."
Four contributed as he was walking into the room, smirking a little. Eight turned around slightly, throwing his friend a cocky smirk back.
"Buy what we need, not more, not less. Understood?"
Two, who held the money they required in her hands, looked at the two younger men with the glare she was well known for. Eight sighed and stretched a little before he gave in.
"Understood."
As soon as Two handed the money to him, she already saw this going downhill. She had had her doubts about the two of them going without supervision and the smile on Fours face just proved her right.
"Play by the rules. We have a lot to lose."
She warned them before they walked out of the door. The half-hearted 'Yeah' from both of them worried her, but not to the point where she would have stopped them.
Three, who had been watching her handle the two young ghosts, wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek softly.
"You'd make a decent mother."
He said and Two scoffed, not knowing whether she'd like to kill him or to kiss him. But she often struggled with this particular question if she was being honest.
Eight and Four were already sitting in the car.
"It's even nice from the inside!"
Four exclaimed excitedly while brushing his fingers over the leather seat. Eight smirked proudly.
"Yeah, it's pretty cool, isn't it? It costed me a lot of money but it was so worth it."
The younger put the keys down and buckled his seatbelt before he started the car and made a sharp U-turn to rush off into the city. Four laughed, adrenaline rushing through his veins as Eight sped up more and more. The music blasting over the speakers was only increasing their feeling of absolute power. They felt unstoppable, mighty and free. They felt like two teens who finally managed to get away from their toxic households.
As soon as a street was remotely visible, Eight had to reduce the speed drastically. They didn't want to get caught. Four turned down the volume of the music, grinning at Eight and Eight grinned back. They might be two adult men, but they were as lost in the moment as two teenage boys who finally found their freedom.
"That was so fucking cool!"
Four exclaimed as he looked at his new best friend.
"That was nothing!"
Eight started laughing a little before he turned his head to face the street. His navigation system was on mute, he only looked at it from time to time to take the right road.
"What do you mean, nothing?"
Four asked interested and leaned back while looking at Eight.
"Can you go faster?"
Eight nodded and smiled. He seemed to be remembering something.
"I don't know if I am allowed to tell you, so we are going to exchange some information. I will know something about you and you about me, deal?"
Fours smile turned into a big grin much faster than he could comprehend the complete meaning of the sentence.
"Okay, you go first!"
The words spilled from Eights lips quickly. Probably because he was still unsure whether this was a good idea to begin with. Four let out a soft hum while thinking about the information he was about to give to his friend. The low voice of his combined with the vibrations caused by the hum itself had Eights body shiver of a second. He enjoyed the feeling a lot. Maybe even a little too much for his own taste. Shallowly, he stroked over his arm to calm his nervous skin.
"As I was about sixteen, I had started with parkour running and I had been skateboarding for more than ten years by then."
Eight nodded shortly before he started to grin slightly.
"I have never seen you skateboarding but judging from the number of years you have been doing it, I assume that you are really good..."
"How old do you think I am?"
"About twenty-two? How old do you think I am?"
"I honestly don't know. I would say about nineteen or twenty, not older."
Silence spread, neither of them knew whether they should reveal their age or not.
"I'm nineteen, but I'll be twenty soon."
Eight started as he took a deep breath. It felt right to open up a little. To allow the bond that was between them to grow. For most of his life, Eight had been lying about almost everything to almost everyone. He had never been the kind of person someone would like to be friends with. Simply because he didn't want to be that person. He had always been an asshole to everyone he met, ever since he was little. Afraid of losing people who treated him well.
Four looked at his friend for a while, not really knowing why he felt so special to be the one receiving this information. Maybe it was because the boy didn't seem to be a person who was bluntly nice and trusting to everyone he had ever met. Maybe it came from Fours inner desire to get to know the man- or boy, as it was now confirmed- better than anyone else.
"I'm twenty-three by now."
As the blonde eyed his friend and driver, he could swear that he saw those amber eyes light up a little. And it felt right. It felt right to tell him.
"You owe me a childhood story."
He then exclaimed and chuckled as he turned away, looking out the window.
"Ah right, nearly forgot about that. Uhm I have been driving since I was little. My grandpa taught me as I was ten and signed me up for child races. I quickly developed good driving skills and found joy in doing what I was doing. Especially since I could earn some money at a young age. Oh, look at that. A supermarket!"
It ended as quickly as it began and Four knew he had no chance to ask for more information. It was more than he expected to get anyways, although he wished it would have been more than that. But Eight was pulling the car over to park and the blonde unbuckled his seatbelt before getting out as soon as the car had stopped. The raven haired quickly followed and got the money and the list from the backseat. Doing the groceries for seven adult people was weird to say the least. Both of the boys grabbed a shopping cart and walked into the store.
"Are we being responsible or not?"
Four asked curiously as Eight pulled his hood over his head. The other just shrugged, a slight smirk forming on his lips.
"Do you want to be responsible?"
He asked before he started putting stuff in the cart that they would need. Four just laughed a little, pushing his hand in his pocket.
"I never liked being responsible."
"Good. I see we think alike."
Although the two of them had agreed on not being responsible, they managed to buy everything they needed. And stuff they didn't necessarily need. Like Energy drinks, Alcohol and cigarettes. And pudding of course. The cashier was looking at them as if they were crazy. She jokingly even asked what they were buying this much food for.
"See, our parents think that the apocalypse is close. We are just trying to survive."
Eight answered and Four had to hold back a laugh while putting all of the stuff back in the two shopping carts. The cashier, who now looked even more disturbed than before, just silently continued doing her job. It's needless to say that she was visibly relieved as the two guys left her store.
As soon as they were outside, Four and Eight started laughing loudly.
"That was brilliant!"
Four exclaimed while wiping a tear of laughter out of his face. Eight shook his head as he unlocked his car.
"Have you seen the look on her face?"
He asked and they broke out in laughter again while putting all of the stuff they had in the back of the car.
"Dude, she legitimately looked like we were about to sacrifice her to Satan."
"Well maybe that would have stopped the apocalypse?"
Eight placed the last bag of food in the car and made sure that nothing would break. He didn't want to risk dirtying his car.
Four was returning the shopping carts to their place before taking his next to the raven haired in the car. He closed the door and looked at him.
"What are we going to do now?"
He asked, and his voice was a mixture of disappointment and sadness. He didn't want this little journey to end just there. Eight on the other hand didn't look remotely sad. More like he was up to something.
"Trust me."
He said as he started the car and drove off. A million questions popped up in Fours head but before he decided which to ask, Eight had already stopped the car again.
"You wait here."
The blonde couldn’t even start to complain because the raven haired had already left. They were standing in front of a huge electronic store and it took about half an hour until he saw his friend again. Eight was carrying a huge bag and he was smiling like a complete idiot.
And while Four desperately tried to figure out what the other was carrying, the bag was already on the backseat and Eight on the driver’s seat again.
"What did you buy?"
"A PlayStation."
Fours eyes grew bigger and bigger.
"You must be joking!"
But the other just grinned while looking at him. Without wasting time on thinking his actions through, the blonde pulled him into a hug while mumbling an endless row of thank you's. Eight hesitated shortly, but gave in and wrapped his arms around the taller and laid his head on his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of comfort.
The moment ended quickly and as Four let go, he was still smiling. This time it were his eyes that were all lit up.
"Let's get home fast from now on so we can get started, hm?"
Eight grinned and his friend couldn't have agreed more.
It was somewhat evening as they arrived at home. One was already waiting for them in front of the headquarter. His arms were crossed, and his facial expression told them about everything.
"Hurry inside. bring the groceries with you."
Four and Eight exchanged looks but obeyed. One probably finished the planning for their next mission and wanted to make sure that everyone would be ready to listen. Including the two boys who'd rather be playing PlayStation than do just that.
Standing all together, Eight couldn’t help but notice the nasty look of Five, who was -according to the hate in her eyes- trying to kill him with her stare.
“Hey Four,”
Eight whispered, nudging his friend’s shoulder softly.
“Hm?”
Four hummed back and gave the other a questioning look.
“I think Five wants me dead.”
The moment the blonde turned around to face Five, he could only agree. Never had he seen the tender woman throw anyone a look like that. It was almost like he could feel the anger pierce his heart. Eight must feel horrible.
“Why does she look at you like that?”
“Four, Eight, you’ve had your play time for today. Shut up and pay attention!”
One’s voice was firm, almost angry which made both of them stop talking and pay attention to the important things. The pinboard, for example.
Hello to everyone who has been part of this small fic about two boys slowly falling in love with each other!
Due to a lot of mental health related issues and my studies I hadn’t really had the nerve to continue writing. Also I felt like I kinda reached a point where I wasn’t sure how to continue. But the next chapter is comming to you, I am looking forward to present it to you!
Again, my apologies to everyone who had been waiting :(
Hello to everyone who has been part of this small fic about two boys slowly falling in love with each other!
Due to a lot of mental health related issues and my studies I hadn’t really had the nerve to continue writing. Also I felt like I kinda reached a point where I wasn’t sure how to continue. But the next chapter is comming to you, I am looking forward to present it to you!
Again, my apologies to everyone who had been waiting :(
Hiii!! I love ur Four fic 🥺🥺 I actually thought it had only 6 chapters, but now I discovered that it has MORE! I got so happy lol anyways, I hope you're having a great day
OH HI!
I’m verry happy to hear, that you are enjoying my story! It will be continued, and I am always happy to hear that there are people who like it!
I wish you a nice day as well, I hope you’ll be able to spend it with fun activities!
Howdy! Just popped by to say that I loved the new chapter and that I hope all is well with you! Stay safe and stay healthy 💙
OHHH thank you so much for those kind words! I hope you are doing well and stay healthy as well! I will try to keep that up, till then, we have to do what we can in Order to stay healthy and for the virus to lose.
AN: Pic isn’t mine, but I am deeply in love with this quote (and this chapter)
TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!! gayyyyyyyy !!!!!!!!!!!!
Little did he know, that on the other side of the wall, there was another person facing the same problem.
Four was tired. Tired of waking up in cold sweat for the sixth time that night while Five was peacefully sleeping next to him.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes before he finally made the decision to go to the bathroom.
It was on his way back as he noticed that the door to Eights room was still a little bit opened. He stood there for a while, looking at the it, wondering whether the other was already back. His question, however, was answered by Eight himself.
"You want to keep standing there? I feel watched."
Four blinked a little before shaking his head, approaching the room.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure, but be careful not to throw down the door, still haven't figured out how to repair it yet."
Four chuckled as he carefully got through the gap between the door and it's frame. And it was reminding him of a time where he had been sneaking out, through the hole in the fence of his home. The times where he and his peers would go and meet up in abandoned houses to drink, smoke and talk about dreams they'd never pursue.
It was a period of his life that left it's damage. Arguments turning to fights, friends turning to strangers, home turning into a place he'd avoid at all cost.
But as he got inside the others room, he knew that all of that was gone. There was just this guy he befriended that seemed to be as troubled by trying to sleep as he was.
His eyes were already used to the darkness so he could make out the others silhouette easily. As he sat down on the mattress, his eyes were focused on the door.
"Maybe you can ask Seven for help, he fixes stuff all the time because he's the only one able to do that. He might complain but he'll do it."
"I will, tomorrow. So, why are you awake in the first place?"
Four bit his lip softly. He didn't really want to talk about his nightmares, although he knew that Eight would keep it secret and probably even help him. The problem was more with his ego than with his friend.
But Eight seemed to understand.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I can't sleep either."
Four looked at the door, kind of as if he was in a deep trance. Until Eight softly punched his shoulder.
"Hey!"
"What hey, I’ve been asking you a question and you didn't respond! Pay me some attention."
Four laughed a little as he shook his head.
"There you go. I like the laughing Four better. Anyways, I was asking you about what happened between you and Five?"
The blonde froze for a second.
"Did you hear us?"
Eight nodded slightly, his eyes focused on his friend who was now running his fingers through his hair, trying to find an answer.
"I guess a good combination of alcohol, the feeling of comfort and the rest was history."
Four laid down next to Eight and looked at the ceiling.
"It was nice, I missed sex. You know, you can't go out much and meet people."
Eight hummed in response to let his friend know that he understood before he turned on his back, eyes still on his mate.
"Aren't you cold?"
He asked and Four looked down. He didn't wear anything but his boxer briefs.
"Well yeah, kind of?"
The other shifted a little and lifted the blanket to share it with his friend. And there they laid, facing the ceiling, in comfortable silence. Until Four somehow drifted off. He was so knackered that he didn't even notice how he fell asleep. Eight didn't notice either, until he looked at his friend who didn't respond to his question again.
"Sleep well."
He just said and turned around to find some sleep himself. It was warm under the blanket and the rhythm of Fours breath made him dizzy so he soon drifted off into a tight slumber.
But against all his hopes, his peace didn't last long. He woke up through someone scratching his side.
The scene, however, did confuse the sleep-drunk boy to the fullest.
He had turned to face Four who was facing him. It was somewhat close but not cuddling. Four simply had his hand on Eights side, right at the end of his ribcage. That was no cuddling. And especially not with the way Four dug his nails into the others skin.
Eight wanted to complain and yank his hand away but he noticed that Four wasn't even awake.
"Hey, hey... Four!"
Eight rested his hand on his friends chest, attempting to wake him somehow.
"Four wake up, you're having a nightmare."
But nothing seemed to help and Fours grip only got tighter as his body started trembling. He was enormously stressed and Eight was enormously overtaxed.
"Four!!"
He shook the other male and desperately tried to get him to wake up until he somehow managed to lose the others grip on his body, causing his friend to sit up in panic.
He was wide awake, sweating and panting.
Eight now sat up as well, looking at the man with a worried expression. Four turned his face away, attempting to hide how affected he was by this reoccurring nightmare, but Eight didn't even try to look at his face. Instead, he reached for the others hand. It was a completely random act to Four.
Random, but enough to distract him. The blonde rested his hand in the youngers before wiping his face with the other.
"What are you doing?"
He then asked and cleared his throat. Still, his gaze remained on their hands.
"Giving you something you can hold onto."
Eight calmly said and Four silently grabbed the others hand, causing him to smile slightly.
"I just want you to know that you can talk to me whenever you feel the need to."
It was silent afterwards. Awkwardly silent for Eight. Did he go too far?
"Do you sometimes... Well have that one dream which is just... Shit and that keeps coming back no matter what you try to get it off your head?"
Four finally asked. It took him a lot of time and courage to finally let it out, but eventually, he knew that he could trust the other.
"You mean nightmares?"
Eight paused for a bit. He wasn't the type of person to talk about things that were personal or that he had kept secret long enough, but he felt the urge to get it off his chest.
"I do. Frequently."
Four looked at him, trying to figure out what Eight could possibly think of right now. Before their gazes could meet, the blonde turned away.
"What do you do to stop them?"
Eight just shook his head a little and looked at their hands.
"Although I hate to admit it but the one thing I am not able to handle are those kind of things."
Four stayed silent for a second.
"With 'those kind of things' you mean emotions?"
Eight raised a brow as he turned to him.
"Rude!"
He exclaimed and again, punched Fours shoulder before they both ended up laughing.
"How are you feeling?"
The younger finally asked and looked at his friend, who was still holding his hand and now looking at him.
"Better. Thanks to you."
Eight looked a little confused.
"I did nothing."
"You did."
"What?"
"You gave me something I can hold onto."
Four smiled softly before looking up to face him.
"I want to give you something in return."
"You don't have to-"
He raised his other hand, taking Eights left hand. The smaller looked rather confused.
"Someone who holds onto you."
Eight looked at their hands for a minute and smiled to himself.
"How late is it? Maybe we can watch the sunrise?"
He finally asked and tried to find out where the hell he had placed his phone.
"Don't you think that's a bit gay?"
Four asked back and the other raised a brow.
"Dude we're literally holding hands, at this moment I don't know if it can get any gayer than this."
"Oh I think it can."
Four wiggled his brows and Eight did his best not to laugh.
But even his best was not strong enough to resist him. Although it was questionable whether or not he even wanted to.
"You're such an idiot, I swear."
Four grinned and stuck out his tongue a little and then grabbed Eights phone to find out how late it was.
"The sun will rise in about three hours."
He exclaimed and put the phone aside again. Eight sighed, looking at their hands.
"So no sunrise, huh?"
He laid back a bit and Four did the same.
"Seems like it. We should probably get a bit of sleep."
"You are aware that Five will be very mad if she discovers that you've spent the night with me instead of her?"
Eight laid down and starred at the ceiling again. Four bit his lip. He knew that Amelia would be hella pissed if she found out about them sleeping in one bed after he just slept with her. He shot their hands a small glance before he stood up and slightly pulled Eights hand.
"Come with me."
"Where the hell do you want to go?"
"Don't be a pussy Eight, just come."
"I'm not a pussy."
Eight stated before he stood up. It looked complicated since he didn't want to let go of Fours hand.
But Four had other plans. He grabbed a pullover from Eights bag and threw it at him before putting on one of those himself.
The smaller was left dumbfounded but pulled the hoodie over his head. He then looked at Four, who grabbed his hand once again to pull him with him. He rushed through the floor and the big room where they planned their missions before arriving outside.
A cold wind blew shallowly and brought a bit of sand with it. Eight made a small noise of disgust as he wiped away the sand from his mouth. Four just chuckled, a big grin on his face, bows raised.
"Tasty?"
Eight looked rather unamused
"I'll give you tasty."
He scoffed and Four laughed quietly before he tugged at the others hand.
"Come on now."
"This better be worth the loss of my freezing feet."
"Stop making a fuss, Eight. It will be. Trust me."
Trust me. A sentence that would have been more than normal for anyone else. Common even. But not for them. Not for the two kids who had always struggled when it came to trust. Because they had no one to speak to, no one who cared or no one whom they wanted to bother with their struggles.
But as Four looked at Eight, the smaller held his hand a little tighter, smiled a little wider and felt a bit safer.
And they knew, that after years of not knowing whom to talk to, or times where their trust was abused, they had found each other.
"Fine, show me."
It was all the blonde wanted to hear. A small nod followed before he pulled Eight along again. They walked a while. Away from all the planes, from the spare amount of light, away from the other ghosts.
"I may not be able to watch the sunrise with you, but we can watch the stars."
They looked up in unison and the smaller breathed out a small 'wow'.
The sky was clear and full of stars. It was like looking at all the beauty in the world that they grieved to see all their lives. And it had a unique feel of calm and comfort to it. As if it was their place. Their home, their shelter. The place they had been searching for.
It was quiet between the two of them but they didn't mind. It was Four who broke the silence.
"I come here when I can't sleep. It calms me."
Eight nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, seems like a better method than smoking and drinking."
Four turned and looked at the other.
"You smoke?"
The small boy shrugged, his gaze still at the stars.
"Sometimes. When I'm stressed or can't sleep. I actually almost went out to smoke before you stood in front of my room."
He admitted and took a deep breath.
"There's actually something I wanted to ask you."
Four blinked and furrowed his brows.
"What would that be?"
Although Eight didn't feel like his friend would be judging him, he couldn't bring himself to face him.
"I did kill an innocent girl today. Didn't I?"
His voice was hoarse, almost a whisper. But Four understood every word.
"If you wouldn't have killed her, you would have been dead now. There is no chance you could have made it out alive."
With having that said, the taller tightened his grip a bit. Eight just shook his head.
"I mean, yes. But if I would have followed the plan, she would have lived, right?"
Four furrowed his brows.
"This really seems to get to you. Did you... Like.. did you like her?"
The smaller shook his head.
"No. Not like that. She was alright. She seemed like a good person to me. I was just wondering whether or not this had to happen..."
It was quiet for a while before Four finally let go of his friends hand and grabbed him by his shoulders to turn him so he'd look at him.
"Listen, there is always a chance less people would have been killed, or a particular someone would have survived. But if we had, if you had followed the plan, she probably would have died as well. You did well in that mission, more than well and because of you, we will be able to plan ahead and get some shit done."
Eight stayed silent, but he nodded shortly. Their eyes met and the taller couldn't help himself but pull his friend into a hug. The comfort and warmth was something both of them found calming. No words were needed, although the smaller murmured 'thank you' against the others chest before letting go.
"We should probably get inside."
Four then suggested and Eight nodded softly. They made their way back while looking at the stars above them.
"Thanks for showing me this."
Eight said quietly as they got inside. The other just shook his head and smirked a little.
"Well, you can thank me with a cigarette when we can't sleep again."
Now it was the raven-haired's turn to grin.
"As long as you're with me then, it's fine. And now hurry back into the room before she wakes up."
Eight said and Four nodded.
"Good night then."
The smaller said as he walked over to his room.
"Eight?"
Four exclaimed and the other turned around.
"Hm?"
"You're a good person."
Eight was confused for a moment before he smiled softly. He just wanted to express his doubt, as Four interrupted him.
"Don't even try."
He warned him, his finger raised.
"Alright, good night mate."
The blonde smiled shortly before returning to the girl in his bed. The other, however, shook his head smiling as he walked into his room.
AN: Pic isn’t mine, sorry this took so long (again), have fun!!
The atmosphere was tensed. Everyone was holding their breath. Whoever would walk through the door was either going to be Eights death or dead.
Sadly, they all knew her name.
"Dad?"
It was Amanda, the beautiful young girl Eight called his girlfriend.
"Are you sleeping?"
She took a few steps forward, away from the door, but she hesitated. It was the moment where Eight didn't really know what he was supposed to do.
"You kill her and get out of there. It's either your life or hers."
He heard One speak and even for him this decision didn't come easy. She was still a child...
Eight quietly closed the door after he got out his knife, but Amanda heard him anyways. She didn't seem to understand, which was good for the boy as he could come closer without alarming her.
"Jacob? Did you talk? Why is he sleeping?"
So many questions, none of them answered. He stopped in front of her and turned her around before grabbing her tightly. She was just about to make a noise and fight his grip, but it was already too late. The ceramic blade ended her life abruptly. She would have fallen on the ground but Eight carefully laid her down so it wouldn't spark any noise.
"I'm sorry."
He whispered and turned around to leave the room, being as quiet as possible.
Eight knew that him walking the floor alone would look more than suspicious. He had to get to his car without meeting any security guards.
Maybe he already knew that this was not quite possible.
"Hey you, boy!"
Eight froze and turned around then.
"The kitchen is downstairs, what are you even doing up here?"
The boy didn't need long to process.
"Oh, well, yes, I'm sorry, I'm new here, could you uhm bring me downstairs? I really don't know where I came from."
"What the fuck are you doing there, Eight??"
Five asked and Two shook her head.
"He's clever."
She said and One turned to her, a big question mark on his face.
"Think. If he has a security man following him, or guiding him, no other guard will get involved."
The huge guy sighed a little and shook his head slightly.
"I can't leave this position."
"Oh... So I guess I can't convince you, even with all the nice food we have down there? Come on, it just takes a second and I am already late again. I can't afford being late... "
"Okay fine, but I want one of those small cakes with the little cherry on top."
Eight nodded and the security man walked him downstairs. Following the man, he passed at least three other guards. As soon as they had reached a corner where there was no one else to see, Eight took his one and probably only chance. He lifted his blade and with a very skilled throw, pierced it through the guards neck.
The man stopped and gasped heavily as he touched his throat, the blade going right through it. He wanted to turn around but before he could, Eight pressed the handle of the knife downwards, forcing the mans head to jolt up. The sharp blade had cut open his entire throat.
The boy pulled the knife out and carefully sat his victim down before he did something that would save his life later.
He undressed the mans black jacket and took his cap and his gun.
It was a critical situation. Every second that passed sparked a chance of being caught. And undressing a dead man wasn't something Eight could just talk himself out of.
Just as he fixed the jacket and adjusted the cap, someone walked passed.
Eight, who was internally ready to run, froze for a second.
"Hey you, small guy, what are you standing there for, huh? Get back to your post. Or do I need to- what the urgh-"
The moment, the other guy saw the corpse was the moment he faced death himself. Shooting would have been way too loud so Eight, again, relied on his blade to do the work.
This time he didn't try to hide his victim. He had to get the hell out of there. Which wasn't easy at all since the house was full of security guards. Quietly, he walked the floors, trying his best not to alarm anyone. Tension and fear rested within him.
His hectic breathing was quietly, but constantly echoing through the room. The other ghosts were equally tensed. Although one of them seemed to be even more strained.
Four had turned pale. His heart was beating the same pace as Eights breath. He didn't want to lose the friend he basically just made. He didn't want to watch Eight die. He didn't want to get a nine.
He was scared.
So scared, a single tear ran down his face. Unseen from anyone else, but noticed by the boy himself, who quickly wiped it away.
Fortunately, Eight could pass the other security guards without making much of an impression. But the real problem just emerged. How was he supposed to get his car out of there without being noticed?
Eight froze a while as he stood outside, analysing the scene.
And there it was. His opportunity. The guy whom he had talked to before.
The security clothes were no longer needed so Eight undressed them and threw them behind a giant pot of flowers. Along with the gun. Just in time.
"Oh hey, Jacob!"
Eight turned, acting surprised before smiling.
"Oh hey, nice to see you again."
The young guard walked towards him and Eight quickly grabbed the key from inside his pocket.
"Are you leaving already?"
"Yeah, well, as I said, it could be that I have to hurry home."
"And Amanda does not want to say good-bye to her boyfriend?"
He grew slightly suspicious of Eight, but the ghost stayed calm.
"She did, but she's talking to her father. Probably the... 'is he accepted or not' talk. Wish me luck. I really want to see her again."
"I get that. She's stunning."
Eight nodded and looked around before raising a brow.
"Why are you here? I mean, weren't you at the other end of the bridge?"
"Oh, uhm.."
The guard scratched his neck embarrassed.
"The others sent me to get food. I already have it, but I have to walk back and deliver it."
Bingo.
"May I offer you a ride?"
Eight unlocked his car and grinned a little. That's what you get for being nice. A free pass.
"That would be great! I will just get the foo-"
"Wait I'll help you with it."
Eight, who really didn't want to be seen alone, followed his new friend to get the food said person was talking of.
"So this bag it is?"
Eight pointed at the bag and the other nodded. Both of them grabbed a handle and they carried it to his car , placing it in the trunk.
"Well then, get in, make yourself comfortable. I'll get you there."
With a huge grin plastered on his face, the guard opened the door and got inside the car, settling his seatbelt.
Eight did the same before he started the engine and slowly made his way to the gateway. The security guards were suspicious but as their newbie gave them a sign with his hand, they opened the gate and let them pass.
"It looks even better from the inside."
"I know, right?"
Eight looked highly satisfied as he kept driving. But he always kept an eye on the side mirrors to check whether the guards already noticed that two of them were dead or not.
Whether it was luck or fate that Eight made it till the end of the bridge was arguable.
"Thanks for the ride!"
"No problem. Now I gotta hurry. Get your food."
Eight grinned and let the guard get out of the car. He heard One telling him to get out but Eight kept calm.
The second the trunk lid was closed again, he kick-started his car and drove as fast as possible. Again, right in time.
Cheers filled the room and Eight took a deep breath before laughing a little.
"I swear to god, the second you get home, I'll kill you."
One cursed but his grin was bigger than that.
"Go for it, I'll catch up with you later."
Eight laughed and turned off camera and microphone.
Relief. The room was filled with relief. Everyone that had been holding their breath for about an hour was now able to catch it again. Four grinned, shaking his head a little before he emptied his beer and stood up.
"Where are you going, Four? We aren't done yet."
Seven said but Four just shook his head, watching Five stand up.
"Go on without me, I promised someone something."
Five smiled a little as Four walked over to her.
"So, a movie and some snacks?"
The blonde pushed his hands in his pockets and smirked slightly.
"Sounds good. I'll get the snacks and meet you in your room?"
Five asked and a nod was the answer to her question before Four left to check if his room was cleaned.
He threw some clothes in his wardrobe and fixed the bed before turning on the TV and waiting for the woman to come in.
Fortunately, after much protest of Seven and Four, One had allowed a DVD player and a couple of movies. Although they had to go through the whole 'millennials-talk' again.
Five brought chips, chocolate and two beer. She really had some skills to carry all of that at the same time.
"So what do you want to watch?"
Four asked as he helped her lay down all the stuff she was holding.
"As long as it's not that beaver show, I am fine with anything"
Both of them laughed a little and Four shook his head.
"No I don't like that show either. So, no need to worry I guess."
They made themselves comfortable after choosing a movie that both of them liked and Four opened his beer.
"Would you?"
Five asked as she pointed at her bottle, smiling softly. It was a smile that subconsciously reminded Four of a certain feeling he had before. It reminded him of Amandas joyful expression, her energy and the feelings she delivered. Four couldn't make out where the sudden joy and energy came from, which is why he assumed Five to be the source of it. And looking back, it made sense. She had always been good with him, from the day they met. He liked her strong mind and her little attitude. But one thing he always admired was the deep care she had within her. Probably more than anyone else on the team, she cared for people. For the innocent civilians, the children and the hurt. Not to forget her fellow ghosts.
A thousand thoughts rushed through Fours mind but the only sentence he could make himself say was;
"Your smile looks good."
Yes, he said good. Not beautiful, not stunning, not adorable, not bright, no. Out of all the words available he chose good. Which probably spoke for him as the non-verbally-flirting-type of guy, who would just stare and drink until he was able to say something.
Although he had quite a way with words normally. Normally, he would have chosen a line that was stronger than that, but the boy couldn't help but be nervous.
It was his luck that Five really liked him.
It was getting darker and darker and Eight had not reached his new home yet. He was tired and the enthusiasm he had felt earlier had vanished. Thoughts of doubt kept creeping in.
If he would have stuck to the plan, Amanda, a girl who had nothing to do with the whole situation, would have been able to proceed living her life. Who knows, maybe she would have been someone who would fight the evil just like they did? Maybe she would have fought against cruelty herself? And now he had taken that opportunity away from her. The opportunity to choose a side.
Eight normally wasn't the person to admit that he felt a spark of guilt or remorse, but in this particular night he couldn't help but wanting someone to talk to. Which he would, probably, once he returned. He would walk up to Four and Four would be awaiting him with his dark green eyes and a cheeky comment. They would go into his room and chill on the bed before Eight would eventually consult Four about his feelings to check whether his decision was right or wrong.
At least that was how the young ghost imagined his return. But he wasn't greeted by Four. Instead, he found One whom he had to talk to.
"You are aware, that what you did was not only dangerous but incredibly stupid?"
Eight remained silent.
"Good."
One finally said, before he grinned a little.
"But, to be fair, through your work we were able to cut things short. So I'll let this one slip."
Eight took a deep breath before he made his way to the bedrooms, too exhausted to comment on One and too caught up with the feeling of guilt. He really needed to get this off his chest and therefore, he needed the only person he trusted around here.
The boy stopped at Fours door and was about to knock as he heard something. Something he wish he hadn't heard. It was Fives voice, but it sounded higher than usual. She seemed to be unable to form words, only noises echoed through the silence.
And Eight stood there, processing for a second before he finally backed away from the room to return to his, where he carefully pushed the not-yet-fixed door aside to get in.
He dumped his belongings on the floor and starred into the dark.
Standing there, utterly alone in the dark, triggered a wave of feelings inside him.
The remorse for Amanda, the fear he had went through while he was on the mission, the anger that Five sparked in him, it all came together. And yet there was something he was unable to determine. A weird feeling of disappointment that came out of nowhere and washed away everything he had felt before. Eight couldn't find a reason for this particularly annoying emotion although he'd later tie it to what he had witnessed while standing in front of Fours room.
"Pull yourself together.”
He angrily whispered to himself before undressing until he only had his boxers covering his body. While he did, he kept thinking about the way Five had angered him without any logical reason. And no, the jealousy she showed as they talked alone didn't count as logical. So far Eight had done nothing to establish any kind of romantic relationship between him and Four. He didn't even have the want to do so.
Whatever. She had what she wanted.
Eight finally let himself sink on the mattress. He quietly glanced at the door, starring at it for a while before turning away and closing his eyes.
Hours passed. Hours, in which the young ghost was turning and twisting in his bed, fighting the thoughts and images he had in his head. Without any success.
This fic was written for @domisrog (now @domisatop) ‘s #billytheskywalkerchallenge. I am late with posting this, and not completely satisfied with how it turned out,
but I hope you will enjoy it. As the title says, my quote was from White Queen by Queen: So sad it end as it began.
Roger Taylor x Dominique Beyrand ft. the thirdwheel a.k.a. Chris ‘Crystal’ Taylor
Words:3100+
Warning: boys being drunk? And ducks.
Description:
Once upon a time, there were two heroes with the same surname, who weren’t related by blood. They were staying in a Swiss town on the shore of Lake Geneva at the foot of the alps, called Montreux. The two protagonists just finished their daily quest of getting drunk (very, very drunk), when they decided it was time to head back to their magnificent residence, (you may have already heard about this astonishing place called Duckingham Palace).
On their route back to the Home of the Ducks, the heroes had to face many challenges: finding their way back in pitch black (which is let’s admit, not easy when it’s the middle of the night and you are wearing shades), passing through an almost uncrossable jungle of garden plants, and defeating several steep staircases.
The question is, does our favourite gallant knight in those unmistakable sunglasses, in the end, gets the expected welcome from his sleeping lover, the French princess?
In this story, the always helpful assistant sings his own and his boss’s glorious triumphs and shameful defeats.
my favorite fanfic trope is two idiots pining for each other and literally everyone except them are aware of how deeply they are in love with each other
*After spending every single cent on flashy cars on the last mission, the Ghost Squad struggling to come up with a source of income to pay for the costs of the next mission*:
Four: I didn’t want to do this, but I know one way we can get the money.
One: Agreed, You’d make a decent prostitute.
Four: I’d make an amazing prostitute, but I was actually talking about this pawn shop that I know.
AN: Pic isn’t mine, sorry this took so long, have fun!!
TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!! VIOLENCE !!!!!!!!!!!!
Eight had stopped his car in front of a small bridge. He and the others observed the scenery quietly.
Six security men were eying the car suspiciously, while holding their guns a little tighter. One of them, who seemed to be a little bit lost and unsure, was pushed forward to do a check up.
The ghost opened his window, putting on a slightly frightened face to maintain his image.
"Hello?"
He greeted the stranger and the other looked quite happy to not be the only one who didn't quite know what was going on.
"Who are you and what do you want? This bridge is private property."
"Uhhhh I am.. Jacob, I want to visit Amanda... But I guess I'm at the wrong address?"
The man in front of him started to relax a bit.
"Oh okay, you're Jacob. Well that is something different. We were told that you'd come here. Not exactly that you'd come with such a cool car, but we knew you'd come"
Eight smiled, genuinely happy he found someone else who liked his car. Five groaned.
"You like it? It's brand new."
"It looks very nice. And- oh, you have a watch in the same colour?"
The guy asked and the proud owner of the matching watch on his wrist looked at it, smiling cheekily.
"I do, yeah. Thought it looked great together."
Now even the guy with the gun started to look rather interested than business like.
"It does, so what model is it exactly?"
He let his gun sink and eventually even put it away to take a better look at the interior design of said car.
"Mercedes C-class, AMG of course. Engine too. Maybe I can show you later, if we have some time left"
The boy in the car let the guy look, completely aware of what he was doing, as he heard a familiar voice speaking. Familiar, but not necessarily liked.
"Eight stop talking about your fucking car, no one cares."
Not letting anyone see how pissed he was, the newest member of the group just smiled it off.
"You'd do that? It would be awesome."
"Of course, but only if I have the time. Could be that I gotta rush back, if you understand. But it would be nice for next time!"
He looked at his watch shortly.
"God, I really have to go, can I pass? I swear we're gonna talk again after all of this but I really have to leave."
Eight raised his hand to say good-bye and the security man stepped aside, giving his colleagues a sign to let him pass.
"By the way..."
Eight started his engine and looked at the security man one last time, smiling softly.
"Keep that up, you're doing a good job. I was shit scared to be honest."
And the smile he got back was the most sincere the man with the gun could offer. A quiet 'thank you' left his mouth before Eight passed the bridge. It was one of his talents to know exactly what a person needed to hear.
"Thank god you're finally done."
He heard Five groan and his hands immediately clenched around the steering wheel.
"Okay, that's enough. I know exactly how to do my job and I don't need your comments. So watch your mouth and focus on your own task."
It got very quiet for a moment in the room in which all the other ghosts were in. Everyone was holding their breath.
With Eights natural born gift, to know exactly what others wanted to hear, it wasn't very hard to determine ones weak spot. It does sound like something very practical, something good even, but paired with his lack of impulse control, it did more damage than anything else.
Just like it did at this exact moment. He started a war.
"Listen here, you little brat. If you knew how to do your job, I wouldn't have to say anything."
Five fired back and Four got tensed. He knew exactly how much of a bad idea it was to refer to Eight as little.
"Did you just call me little brat?"
"Are you deaf?"
"Oh no, my ears work very well I just figured you might be a little smarter than that. But seems like I was wrong."
"My mother told me to always tell the truth. And what are you besides an annoying little boy with a weird obsession with his car?"
"I think you need a snickers. You're being a bitch."
Before Five could say anything, One interfered.
"Concentrate on the mission, Eight. You can continue your quarrel later."
"She started it."
Eight stated.
"God how old are you two, twelve?"
Seven interfered and Five snapped once more.
"He is."
"Oh don't confuse your mental age with mine, honey."
"SHUT IT. Both of you."
The ghosts turned around. Four, who was sitting in the very back of the room, couldn't hold it anymore. He hated fights. They were stupid and totally unnecessary. And they also reminded him a lot of the things that happened in the past. He didn't need to see people fighting. Again.
Silence spread and Eight passed the second security stage. He pulled his car over to the parking spot he was guided to and stopped the engine before smoothly getting out of his car. He didn't need to turn around to know that his girlfriend would rush over to him and nearly suffocate him with her hug. But he just chuckled lowly and turned to wrap his arms around the petite girl, pulling her close.
"I'm so happy to see you again."
He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on top of her head before hugging her even closer. She eventually let go and looked at him with shining eyes.
"Me too. God I'm so glad my dad took interest in the car you drive. Or else he wouldn't have invited you. He's obsessed with Mercedes, you know? So he wanted to see your car."
Eight hid his grin well and smiled instead before he laughed nervously, scratching his neck.
"Well I am very glad he has such a great taste in cars. And that I chose this one."
His eyes lingered on her slim figure.
"Is it just me or did you get even more beautiful?"
Amanda grinned a little and hit his shoulder.
"You're unbelievable."
She giggled as she checked him out from head to toe.
"You look decent. Like a guy my father would accept."
Eight chuckled softly and shook his head before he clapped his hands once.
"Great, it was the look I was going for. So, where do we go now? And should I be afraid? I mean after the two security check ups..."
"No, that's just routine, don't worry! Oh and, we should go inside before he thinks that you're late. That would be unfortunate. Come with me."
The blonde girl grabbed Eights hand and pulled him along. She was excited, he could tell. And so could the other ghosts.
Watching a person who was at the brink of falling in love was truly amazing. It was their energy, their smile, their way to express themselves which never failed to make others jealous. And so did Amanda.
She left an impression. Two and Three intertwined their fingers, Five glanced at Four and he couldn't help but smile back.
Maybe it was fate. Maybe all of this was supposed to happen. But no one would ever question Amandas role in this.
Eight, who now found himself in foyer of the mansion turned around a little, his eyes widened and his mouth opened a little.
"Wow it looks nice in here."
Amanda shrugged slightly as she looked around.
"It's good for a prison."
Eight turned to her and raised a brow.
"I mean, I'm locked up. My father will not let me go anywhere more than once a week."
"Are you in danger? Because that would explain the armed guys at the bridge."
"They aren't just at the bridge. They are literally everywhere. Well, not completely everywhere. I've convinced him to send them away from my rooms."
She told him proudly and Eight nodded shortly.
"So, will you show me your rooms later? I bet they look pretty."
"I think you're being a little too fast, young man."
Eight looked up and there, at the upper end of the stairs he stood. Jim Wright. Father of Amanda Wright, subject of this whole mission.
"That is why I used the term later, Sir."
Eight grinned a little as he faced the man who was now walking down the stairs to greet the two of them.
"My name is Jim Wright, or Mr. Wright for you. I'm Amandas father."
Eight shook the other mans hand and looked at him with a strong gaze.
"It's an honour to meet you, Sir. My name is Jacob."
"Strong handshake, I like that."
Mr. Wright looked at him until the boy gave in. The man then took his hand away and eyed the boy.
"I thought you'd be taller."
Eight bit back a growl and although he heard Five laugh, he didn't say anything to it.
"Well, I may not be tall, but height is no indicator for ones intelligence or future. And that's what really matters."
"Well said, well said. So, Jacob, what are your plans for the future?"
"Get a proper job, buy a house, maybe found a family, the usual stuff, Sir."
Again, he was eyed suspiciously but he didn't mind.
"And what would that proper job be?"
"Dad can't we talk about this while having lunch? I bet Jacob is hungry."
Amanda spoke up, being kind of annoyed by her father who just sighed and gave in.
The three of them walked upstairs and Eight grabbed her hand before he faced her shortly. The way she smiled told him more than a thousand words ever would.
She was falling for him. For the way he looked at her, the way he caressed her hand in his, the way he spoke to her with words so sweet.
But she didn't know him. She didn't know the man that held her hand. She didn't know the eyes that lingered on her. She didn't know the mouth that voiced all the sweet words she was longing to hear.
Because it was his decision what she saw. It was his decision to hide the man he really was. The boy that was devoured by anger and the desire for revenge. The person no one saw because it was no one anyone would want to see.
Still, there was good inside this mess. Even though, within the chaos of his being, he sometimes doubted that it was still there. Because he couldn't see it, he couldn't find it. But when he saw people laugh because of him, or smile, he knew it was still inside of him. A part of him. Although he would never see that it was bigger than the wish for revenge, the anger and despair. There was one person who would show him.
While Eight was completely into the mission, the other ghosts were focussing on other things. One, Five and Two had an eye on their youngest ghost while Three, Four and Seven were in the middle of a heated card game while drinking beer.
"Okay so, you think you're good, huh? Just because you have one card left?"
Seven asked before separating the cards in his hands in three different parts and placing them on the table.
"King, ace, one, two."
He stated and continued.
"Three queens."
Seven placed the next three cards on the table and Four and Three looked at him with a death glare. But that would never stop Seven from placing the cards he had left on his hand on the table before putting one of them aside.
"And seven, six and five. I won."
His grin was, again, bigger and wider than anything else.
"Oh come on, Seven you're cheating again."
Four complained, throwing the one card he had left on the table. Like a child who didn't get what it wanted for Christmas.
"In the job I used to do, cheaters were shot in the hand."
Three said and played with his gun while looking at Seven.
"No one gets shot in the hand in here, for fucks sake. What are we, a group of children?"
One interfered and Three placed his gun aside. Close enough to reach, of course, while he focussed on Seven.
"I didn't cheat. Not this time!"
"Of course you did! Wanker."
Four said and grabbed the deck before mixing it again.
"Why don't you believe me? I really didn't cheat this round!"
Seven defended himself and watched the blonde place the cards on the table again.
"That's why playing with you is no fun."
"He is right. Maybe we should play with the new kid instead."
Three said and Four nodded.
"Well, I think Four and the new kid are playing their very own games, Three."
Seven joked and the skywalker raised a brow.
"What do you mean?"
He asked and Three looked just as confused as Four.
"Oh, don't you play that little game where you test each other’s boundaries?"
While Sevens grin grew bigger, Fours cheeks heated up.
He was just about to say something, but he then paid attention to One.
"Eight don't do anything stupid now."
The voice of their leader sounded so serious, that even the three guys in the back were now completely concentrated on the monitors. They saw a room with a huge desk and various golden decorations. And they heard a door close and an exchanging of words.
"So, Sir, you wanted to talk to me alone, right?"
The tall man turned around and looked at the boy in front of him. He looked small and a little bit frightened.
"Yes I did."
"Good, because the two huge security guards make me really nervous."
Mr. Wright laughed a little and shook his head.
"They won't say anything, they will just stand there."
Eight turned around and looked at them in concern before he faced the father of his girlfriend again.
"But you said alone, not with two big guys waiting to strangle me. I think the strict father of the beautiful girl I am dating is frightening enough. Your whole person is enough authority to be scared."
And again, the young boy did know exactly what it was the man in front of him wanted to hear. All he needed to do was patting the guys ego. And the other gladly ate what Eight fed him.
"Well, I guess you are right. Sasha, Drake, you can take a break. Eat something or... Whatever."
The two big men who were covering the door walked out, keeping their faces straight.
Eight didn't pay much attention to them anymore, while the man made the mistake to turn his head towards the door.
It was already too late as he faced the boy in front of him again. His fate had already been sealed.
Eight, who took the opportunity to ram his knee in the others stomach and push him down on his knees, had now gotten out the small knife he had.
"One scream for help and your daughter will die."
He whispered as he gave the back of the man a strong kick so he'd face the ground, not being fast enough to catch himself with his hands.
"Eight ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND????"
One asked, voice as tensed as the speaker himself. The other ghosts were quiet. What on earth was the boy doing there?
"I assume you know what I need, and I suggest you give me the information I came for if you don't want to die."
If the guy wouldn't have been so afraid at this moment, all of that wouldn't have worked in the first place. But he was.
Eight knew enough to know it would be working. One had told him plenty of things and the way the man behaved only confirmed his assumptions.
He was a coward. Scared to die, no willpower, he was nothing. A no one. Someone who was intelligent enough to earn a lot of money but needed a sense in life to feel good. He needed to be part of something big to have at least a glimpse of power to him. Losing power, losing his grip was something the man was afraid of. But there was one thing he was more frightened of. Death. To lose his home, his daughter, his life.
And through that, Eight knew that thinking of the possibility to die scared him more than anything else.
"Give me the coordinates. Now."
"I- I don't have them!"
"Wrong answer."
Eight hummed and kicked the mans side. He whined in pain.
"Shh, don't be a pussy, you don't want your daughter to get hurt, don't you?"
"Don't- don't hurt her..."
"Start talking and I'll take it into consideration."
"The address is saved on my computer."
"Sounds good, why don't you go get it for me, hm?"
Eight grabbed the man by his shirt and pulled him up.
"Hands behind your head. Keep them where I can see them. Good."
He then led him to the computer and forced him to sit down on the chair before placing the beautiful blue knife on his throat.
"One try to make a noise and I will end your life right away."
The gulp of his victim was audible as he typed the password with shaking hands and searched for the address.
As soon as it was visible, One grabbed his smartphone and searched for the address via google street view.
"Thank god for technology."
He mumbled and took a closer look at the pictures he found. He was looking for one specific sign, a logo, that would confirm that it was the right information. And he wasn't left disappointed. The moment One found what he had been looking for, he turned to face the monitor.
"It's the right address, now get the fuck out of there so I can kick your ass for being such an idiot."
One advised and Eight slit the throat of the man with one swift motion, careful not to dirty himself.
"Shh, lie down, there you go."
The boy waited for his victim to give in to his fate and laid down his head on the table. It looked like he was asleep.
Satisfied with his work, he cleaned his knife on the black chair before he hid it under his dress shirt again.
He made his way to the door, ready to leave the place, as he heard footsteps approaching. The door he was hiding behind was opened and someone walked in.
Eights heart wasn't the only one that stopped for a mere second.
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