Trapped a John Wick fanfiction

By Little Storm 97

Chapter 1 The girl

Sarah was a regular, tormented girl.

Abusing stepfather, indifferent mother, bullies on school, not even the losers wanted to be her friends, and the teachers wouldn't do a thing or believe anything she said. Her life pretty much sucked. But she didn't have the courage to run away, although she had already her things packed because she could always be returned to her house.

Basically, she was on her own and she rather be out of her house as much as she could. That's how she ended up on the streets.

And how she saw things she didn't think possible.

Sarah liked just to take long walks and hear what people said. Especially the story-telling of the homeless. She heard stories so incredible that she told them that they could publish a book with them if they wanted. The homeless smiled at her and told her that no one would like to hear their stories. And she could see why. Their stories were about how there were assassins at every corner, how the big crime families had everything controlled, and how there was nothing in this world but cold and cynical pain.

But that was why Sarah liked those stories. She could appreciate how truthful they were, granted, maybe it could be a little exaggerated but she knew that there was some truth on them. People that seemed completely normal could be real monsters… like her stepfather.

The stories that she liked the most were about a certain Baba Yaga. A man that had been on the top of the "Assassins world" that had left everything behind because of love. She thought that his was the most unrealistic story of all, it couldn't be possible that a man like that existed. So, she consoled herself with his stories, because it gave her hope that she would get out of her situation, just like he did.

Although she never fully believed that.

Sarah had been on the streets for three months, the homeless men and women were nice to her and she felt safer than in her own house. She had helped them, going to grocery stores and buying things for them when they got kicked out and stuff like that.

She had even managed to make her first friend, a woman -around the same age of her mom, named Valentina. She always let her buy something of food with the money people had given to her, and she worried about her when she came with bruises from the bullies and her stepfather.

It was around six o'clock and soon, she had to return to home, Valentina was always very insistent that she shouldn't have been alone on the streets very late. When Sarah had asked why, her friend looked at her, serious and grave, her stare lost in the horizon as if looking for an old foe, smiled and answered her that she shouldn't worry about it.

Sarah didn't understand why the sudden but just looking the shadows on her face was enough to send chills through her spine and to get away running.

On her way home, she just could see how the shadows seemed larger and could feel that something had changed. She had known it, that there was something obscure in the streets, something scarier than hunger or despair.

She wished she could just stay on her house but she'd rather take a chance of encountering those monsters than being more than it was necessary with her stepfather.

That's how she found herself in middle of Hell.

Valentina had asked her to do one more trip to the grocery store to get some chips and water, and against her own judgment, she went there even though it was near six. She thought she could do it.

How wrong she was, it wasn't just another walk to the grocery. Usually, if she heard a strange sound she would continue her way, -Valentina had told her to do so. But this time, when she passed by a dark alley, she couldn't ignore the scream and the three small, consecutive and funny noises that didn't quite match the serious atmosphere.

Sarah was a curious person and even though it was just a peek, she couldn't unseen the scene in front of her.

A man was standing calmly in front of the dead body of a woman, a pool of blood was starting to cover the ground, and a homeless guy approached him. Sarah wanted to warn him, most of the homeless were drugged or drunk at night, the chances were that he didn't recognize the scene in front of him, maybe he would get himself killed.

But none of that happened. Instead, the homeless guy greeted and chat with the killer, like there wasn't a corpse in front of them. Then the homeless guy took out a cellphone and dialed a number. It was a silent night and Sarah could pick up some of the words as she wasn't that far away from the two men.

"…Cleaning team, no, just one. In the alley, next to Antonio's grocery, yes, just one…"

Sarah froze. Were more going to come? She needed to get out of there. She started to abandon her hiding spot, a trash can that blocked her out of their sight when a cat jumped out of a carton box and startled her… And she screamed.

Suddenly, the eyes of the two strangers were fixed on her and she couldn't move until the homeless guy said to the people on his phone.

"Make it two, we have a loose end."

Sarah ran without a plan. Apparently, the killer wasn't preoccupied that she would get away, she could feel him following her, but he didn't rush, he was utterly confident that he would catch… and kill her.

After a minute of running senselessly, she had an idea. Valentina, she could help her. Sarah started to take every secret shortcut that she could remember and reached out Valentina.

There were no homeless with her, she smiled when she saw her approaching.

"Sarah! Good to see you, where are the chips?" She asked and then frowned as if a terrible thing had happened, and it had but she couldn't know that, could she? "Oh, no."

"Valentina! I saw a woman, she was dead and there were these two guys and now one of them is chasing me! I think he wants to kill me!"

"You are the loose end."

Sarah felt how pure and frenetic panic took control of her whole body. This couldn't be true. Valentina couldn't be one of them! Was she going to kill her?

"Here, stay put and don't move until I tell you to do so." She said and pushed her into a carton box and covered it with old, dirty blankets, Sarah couldn't breathe by her mouth and didn't had the strength to protest. Thus, she just sat there and started to cry, scared to the bones.

The time passed but she couldn't tell how much. She just stayed put until her legs went numb and the smell of the blankets didn't bother her that much anymore. She even started to fall asleep.

That's when Valentina took her out of the box. She seemed so serious and little scared before talking to her.

"I distracted them, they ain't going to find you for now, but you need to get the hell out of here. Luckily for you, they didn't get a good look to your face, so you have a better chance to scape. You can't wait to turn eighteen to run from your house, you got it? You have to leave now and never come back." She sighed.

"But, Valentina, I can't… where am I going to go?" Sarah asked.

"I don't know and I can't know, if they found out I helped you they will force me to reveal your location, so don't tell me and just run as far as you can and don't trust anyone, we're everywhere, and even the police is on our pockets." Sarah didn't move and Valentina's face twisted into a ruthless smirk. "NOW, YOU STUPID GIRL!"

Once again, Sarah run to never come back.

There wasn't a reason why she should go to her house. The things that she had packed to run away weren't there but in her secret spot.

Her house was in a very secluded area, the closest neighbor was about half mile of distance. That's why no one ever could backup her stories of abuse, there was no one who could listen.

Anyway, it wasn't the time to think about it. She needed to get to her hiding spot and get the hell out of there. In three weeks, she would be eighteen. If she managed not to get caught in those three weeks, there was no way she would go back to Philly.

Sarah was very lucky, she cut her hair and bought a low quality kinky costume that included a long red-hair wig with the money she had stolen from her stepfather for the past years. She had no interest in the nurse part, but she could really use the wig. According to Valentina, they didn't have an accurate description of her so the more she altered her appearance the less chances were that they recognized her. Maybe with enough time, they would forget her, after all, she was no one of much consequence… or so she hoped.

Sarah had managed to get to the Pocono Mountains, the town near them was small, and that was a problem. People of small towns had long memories for outsiders and the least she wanted to do was to be remembered. It had only been two and a half weeks and she was quickly running out of money. She had to do something, find a small job and earn some money or steal… But that would happen when she reached the town. She could always just go to a convenience store and buy something edible until she turned eighteen in four more days. Then she could get a job without them calling her parents or something like that. The question was, could she survive another four days without having a ceiling over her head, in the cold mountains?

It wasn't the time to think something like that, she needed to believe that she could do it. She didn't want to die like that, just because she wasn't strong enough. But she was so tired, and hungry, she had been walking all the way from Philly to the Mountains and barely sleeping, since the last week she had resolved to eat just two times a day the cheapest thing she could find in the stores. And all that was starting to take its toll on her. She was exhausted, and she couldn't take another step. So, she stopped.

She decided not to enter to the town, and consulted the map that she bought. She was not that far away from it, but right now she just wanted to be alone and be miserable. She wandered into the woods until she found a nice, humid cave. She took the blanket out of her backpack and spread it on the floor, she used her jacket to cover herself and her backpack as a pillow.

Sarah was so damn tired that she fell asleep right away.

It was strange. She woke up about an hour later and found her way into the town, and she realized that she had counted the days bad. Her birthday was that day. She was of age, a large smile spread across her face and she didn't know why. It wasn't like now all her problems where gone but… It was a relief, now there was no way she was going to Philly. She had always been afraid that some Child Services Agent would track her and brought her back to her home… or worst, to put her into a foster care. Now, she realized it had been a foolish fear, even if they had managed to do so she would have run away again.

Now she was legal. She used the restroom of the gas station to clean herself up a little bit, just enough that they wouldn't throw her out of the store by thinking she was a homeless girl. Maybe she could even ask for a job, save enough money and jump to the next state.

"Good morning," she said to the men assisting her. He looked about forty years old and had an unnerving smile, Sarah thought he may had have five cups of black coffee to put that smile on based on the large black bags under his eyes.

"Good morning, yourself Miss."

"I was wondering if there was a place where help is wanted that doesn't requires previous experience around here."

The man's smile faltered.

"Unfortunately, right now there isn't," he answered and after looking at her ratted attire added, "but tomorrow the boy of the night shift will quit, if you are interested."

"Oh well, thank you." She put her things on the counter and he started to check the items.

At some point, the man threw her a weird glance and before he finished checking the items he turned back and searched for something behind the counter. Sarah tensed, was he one of them? Did he have a gun? But no, he pulled out a soap, a little shampoo, some Band-Aids, a white bandage and a little bottle of alcohol.

"That cut looks nasty, you should go to the doctor, but I suppose you don't have enough money, take that and patch yourself."

Sarah looked at the things that he had handed to her, and gazed to her arm. She had a long gash on her right forearm from two days ago, when she jumped from a bench with metal cables and her backpack got stuck on them. The man couldn't see it complete because she had a long sleeve shirt but yes, it was a nasty one. She was lucky it hadn't got infected yet.

"Thanks, but I don't have enough money for everything…"

"Don't worry about it, I'll pay, just take care of yourself Miss."

Sarah could feel her chest swell with the purest gratitude that she had felt in all her life.

"Thank you." She said, and she meant every piece of it.

The man smiled, this time it seemed genuine.

"You're welcome."

Sarah got out of the gas station and started to head back to the lovely cave she found last time. She felt lighter, and during her walk, she started to sing.

At first, it had been just in her head, her favorite songs started playing in her head. Her own private radio. Then she started to hum softly, it was a long walk, about half hour or so, and she noticed how beautiful the trees were, how exquisite their smell was. Without noticing it, she sang. Maybe it was awfully inappropriate in her situation but it felt so right for her.

Walking on a sunshine, Zombie by The Cranberries, A whole new world from Aladdin, I don't wanna miss a thing by Aerosmith, Carry on my wayward son by Kansas, We're going down by Fall out boy, and so many other songs that didn't quite match together but that felt right to her, just burst out of her mouth. Quietly at first, and at the end, she stopped walking completely to do a whole pantomime of the songs. And she laughed in the middle of the forest.

Maybe she was going mad, because out of nowhere a dog appeared. Sarah had always toyed with the idea of having a dog, and when she went to the library she looked for books of them. That's how she recognized this dog as a Pitbull, a beautiful brown dog. It was running towards her, and instead of running Sarah bent down and received him with open arms.

"Hello there," she started talking to him to calm him down. "What's wrong handsome?"

As she pet him, she felt the dog was wet, she checked out what it was and her hand came out red. Sarah smelled her hand fearing the worst. She was right, it was blood, and she searched for any wounds on him but couldn't find anything. Therefore, there should be someone injured.

The dog barked at her and started running from where he had come, she followed him with dread spreading through her entire being. They were far away from any civilization and she probably wasn't going to be of any use, but she still had to try.

She sprinted after the dog and slowly, she noticed that they were headed to her cave. Really, what were the odds? She run for about two minutes, and there was the cave with her things inside, and probably a wounded person.

She was right, again. A man with a white formal shirt with a huge red stain on it. His face was covered in small cuts and he had one shoe missing. Surprisingly, he was conscious.

And aiming a gun at her. What a wonderful birthday.

Hello everyone, this is a short fic that has been on my head ever since I saw John Wick 2, so it will be set after the events of that movie. I hope you liked this first chapter, if you did or you have any constructive critisism please leave a comment! c:

See you in the next chapter.