I've been toying with this idea in my head for a while, and finally I've written it out. Enjoy!

I don't own Kingsman. Sadly. *sighs dejectedly*

Chapter One-

"So," Eggsy says, smiling charmingly. Dean's gang glance at one another uneasily. "Are we gonna stand around here all day?" Eggsy tilts his head. "Or are we gonna fight?"

As I walk out of the theatre, I'm silent. In a trance. My legs are like jelly from sitting frozen, completely enraptured, for the entire duration of the movie. My insides feel hollow, and my heart is aching.

"So, Jade! Didja like it? It was sooooo cool, wasn't it? I liked the part where blah blah blah blah-" exclaims my best friend Dakota excitedly. I tune her out, not wanting to accept the reality that the movie is over. It's over, one half of my mind yells at me. Get over it! Then the other half screams back, Shut up! As Dakota and I walk out of the cinema, I sigh. Dakota continues to fill my ear with her constant, bubbly chatter, oblivious to my silence. I don't hear a word she says. The only thing I can think about is Roxy. Merlin. Gazelle. And Harry- I bite my lip. Harry is dead, my mind wails.

Yeah. And Harry is a fictional character, the other half consoles harshly. And Eggsy. Oh… Eggsy. I can feel my stomach flutter pleasantly when I think about him.

We reach the front door, and Dakota gives me a quick hug and a bright smile. She tells me she has to run, otherwise she'll miss her bus. My hand waves goodbye, but it feels detached from the rest of my body. After she disappears, I sigh again, briefly wondering if I can sneak back into the theatre and experience the movie a second time. I shake my head ruefully, before stuffing my hands into my pockets and exiting the building.

The cold night wind bites into my unprotected skin. Shivering, I shrink into my jacket. The movie theatre is only about a seven-minute walk from where I live, so I walk the few blocks to my house rather than pay for a short bus ride.

There's a shortcut I can take- it reduces my walking time about two minutes, but it goes through a… determinately… shadier part of the neighborhood. On a normal day, I'd just walk the long way, but it's freezing. I wrap my jacket tighter around me as I start to walk. So three minutes into my walk, I swerve left, ducking underneath a fallen tree and into a dark alleyway. I shiver again, but this time it's not because of the cold. Suddenly alert, I glance around anxiously. My pace quickens. I jump, startled, when a loud yell erupts from the other end of the alleyway.

Probably just a drunk person, my mind reassures. Still, my brisk walk turns into a jog, and I find myself constantly checking for pursuers behind me. My hair whips in the wind and into my mouth. I'm too paranoid to brush the hair out of my mouth. My mind is racing, with screaming thoughts of how this was a really bad idea and that I was going to get murdered for it or something.

I'm halfway through the alleyway when there's the sound of pounding footsteps and a young man in a suit comes screeching around the corner and sprints towards me. When he sees me, his eyes widen and he grabs my arm, yelling at me to run. Without hesitating, I sprint after him, until I hear the bang of a gun. He skids to a stop, shielding my body with his. There are two men with guns. I scream as the bullets are fired, but they hit his chest harmlessly. He winces a little, but is otherwise fine. I barely notice, as I'm too busy trying to be invisible. Oh god, this was such a stupid, stupid idea. He pushes me towards an open ridge in the wall, telling me to stay put. Bullets whiz past, and I risk peeking my face out to watch. No harm in trying to see the person who tried to save me.

The young man looks startlingly familiar. Devastatingly handsome, with dark blond hair, slicked back. Glasses perch on the bridge of his nose, and a perfectly fitting suit accents his athletic frame. He pulls out a pistol from his breast pocket and fires twice. There's an angry yell and one man, blood soaking through his shoulder, launches himself at the young man, who fires again. The bullet goes through his torso, but he keeps going, face screwed up in pain. They hit the ground before the young man thrusts his fist into the other one's chest. I see a flash of gold skitter across the pavement, landing in front of me. Hastily, I stuff it into my pocket. I get a clear look at the young man's face, and I blink several times, thinking that I must be hallucinating. The other man screams silently, body jolting from the electric shock delivered from his opponent. He falls to the ground, and the young man gets up gracefully, brushing off his bespoke suit. I gasp quietly in recognition.

It's Eggsy.

Plot twist!

I was watching the Kingsman movie again (for like, the thirteenth time (literally)- no, I'm not obsessed, I'm just a little overly mad about it… yeah, okay, I'm obsessed. Just a teensy bit), and right at the beginning, when they're bombing the base, I just heard this cheerful shout from one of the Kingsman- it's like, kaboom! And then, "Bravo!" And I just died laughing.

Anyways. Really hope you guys enjoyed it so far. What do you think? Worth continuing? Input always appreciated. :)

-happynomnom