I do not own Nika Boronina, 47, or the song. The song is called, 'Mannequin' and it's rights belong to Katy Perry, and her record label. Nika Boronina and 47 belong to the writer of the movie, 'Hitman'. All I own are the ideas.
Chapter One
NPOV:
How do I get,
Closer to you?
When you keep it all,
On mute?
How will I,
Know,
The right way to love you?
Usually the queen,
Of figuring out,
Breaking down a man,
Is no workout,
But I have no,
Clue,
How to get through to you.
Ohh,
I wanna hit you just to see if you cry.
I keep knockin' on wood,
Hopin' there's a real boy inside.
'Cuz you're not a,
Man,
You're just a mannequin.
I wish you could feel,
That my love is real,
But you're not a,
Man.
I wish I could just,
Turn,
You,
On.
Put a battery in,
To make,
You,
Talk.
Even pull a string,
For you to say anything.
But with you there is no,
Guarantee,
Only an expired,
Warranty,
A bunch of broken parts,
And I can't seem to find your heart...
"Or you, for that matter," I whisper softly, myself the only one to hear. I put my head on my desk, content to look out at my vineyard, the one he gave to me.
"Where are you, 47?" It is the same thing I ask myself everyday, and everyday, I get the same answer – silence. Sadly, today is no different. "I thought you said you'd find me," I sigh.
I lift my head and pick up my pencil. "Might as well keep writing," I murmur.
Ohh,
I'm such a fool I'm such a fool I'm such a fool.
This one's out of my,
Hands.
I can't put you back together,
Again.
'Cuz you're not a,
Man,
You're just a mannequin.
I wish you could feel,
That my love is real,
But you're not a,
Man.
You're just a,
Toy,
Could you ever be a real,
Real boy,
And understand?
Oh but you're not a man.
If the past is the problem our future can solve it baby.
I can bring you to life,
If you'll let me inside,
Baby.
It'll hurt –
The doorbell stops my inner musical rant. I look out the window, but don't see anyone. Just then, the doorbell sounds again. I sigh, push up from my desk, and head downstairs. I yank open the front door, ready to send them away, only to find...no one? Not even a speck of dust there.
"Stupid teenagers," I snap, irritated. I slam the door, and trudge back upstairs.
When I reach my office, the room with my desk, my paper and all my pencils and pens are gone. What would be the point of stealing those? They're only precious and valuable to me. I walk over to my desk, pissed that someone would sneak into my house and steal from me. I'm not a whore. Not anymore.
"What the hell?" I mutter, still pissed.
"Looking for these?" a familiar voice asks from behind me, sounding curiously...amused? Somehow, I can't imagine the owner of this particular voice amused.
I spin around.
"47!"
I run to him, enveloping him in my arms. He tenses.
"47?"
"Yes?" The amusement is still there.
"Where the hell have you been?" I scream at him, hurt, and angry, but, overpowering both of those emotions, also very, very much in love...love? With 47? Yes, I feel it.
"I love you," I say abruptly, before he has time to react to my earlier outburst.
"What?" he asks incredulously.
"I love you," I repeat.
"You..." For once, he's at a loss for words. Good.
I snuggle up to him, surprising him further.
"Nika," he begins.
"Yes?" I ask dreamily.
"We...we...we can't do this." He pushes me away from him with abrupt force.
"Why not?" I stung. So stung, I forgot to swear, for once.
"Because I...I don't...I don't love you," he finally gets out.
I look up at him. "The hell you don't," I snarl. Even faster than he pushed me away, I have my arms back around him. "The hell you don't," I repeat, only with more desperation than anger this time. Then, surprising himself, he wraps his arms around me. Now, I do what is probably the stupidest thing I could ever do. I remove my arms from his waist, throw them around his neck, and kiss him for all I'm worth(those of you in the back, the ones laughing - shut up), surprising us both. Then, surprising me further(which, by now, should be highly unlikely to be possible, but, apparently, is possible) he kisses me back. 47. Kisses. Me. Back.
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