Scorn
Hey guys Zgrobb back here with another fic for ya. This time it's a Kim Possible/John Wick inspired crossover. ( and no John won't be in it, just my OC) Reviews and comments are welcome!
Disclaimer: all credit goes to Disney and the folks at Lionsgate entertainment, only thing I own is my OC.
Ch 1
When David Locke moved to Lowerton people said it was a bad idea. He didn't care. They said Lowerton was dangerous and the crime rate was high. He paid them no mind. They said Middleton was a better place, safer and more orderly. He simply tuned them out. The truth was he just wanted to be alone. Sure somedays he felt sad, but he wasn't grieving. His wife had left him a few years ago, it was nothing either of them did, they just understood that it wouldn't work out in the end, but she let him keep the cat. "He always liked you better." she said. Besides the cat, his vintage car was important to him as well. His brother Mark and him worked on it all the way through high school, even college. After his brother graduated college he gave David the car. He said it was because he was moving south and didn't feel like taking it along. It was a '72 Chevy Camaro, green with black accents.
But being alone wasn't the only reason David wanted a change of scenery. He used to live in Chicago, but since he heard about what happened to his buddy John in New York, he figured getting out of the city was the best option. In reality, he too was part of the secret assassin guild. He had access to the Continental hotels like everyone else, used the gold coins for acquiring things, and kept those things hidden as well. He had retired a few years ago and was content to live out the remainder of his life in solitude. He never actually expected to use those tools again.
One day while he was pumping gas a rowdy bunch of teenagers pulled up in the adjoining gas pump. Music blaring through the loud speakers David inwardly groaned. Seriously? Why do these kids need to blast their music so loud the whole neighborhood hears it? "Yo Brandon get me some chips while you're in there will ya?" "Get your own chips you cheap ass." Came the reply. The kid who requested chips then turned around and took in the car next to him. Striding over he looked at Dave. "Nice ride dude." "Thanks." Dave replied. "you mind if I take a look under the hood?" Dave looked at the kid quizzically. "Sorry man my bad, it's just I'm really into cars ya know?" "Sure, go ahead don't see why not." Dave answered. "Sweet!". The kid popped the hood and peered in. "Dude, this motor is way out there, and these fuel hoses are totally different than the originals, didn't think you could put them in a Chevy." "that would be Mark's doing, always wanting to improve the car." "This is a Camaro right?" "Yup." "75?" "72 actually." Dave replied. "How much?" Dave stopped. "Excuse me?" "How much for the car?" the kid asked. "It's not for sale." Dave said. "Aw come on you serious bro?" Dave looked at the kid with a stern expression, "Yes, not for sale, ever." "Alirght yeesh no need to get all bent outta shape man." Dave ignored him and got in the car, started it up and drove away.
Later that night….
Dave's cat Jasper was different than most cats in that he rarely used a liter box. For some reason he preferred the outside world. Hence was the reason for him meowing at this particular time of night. "Uggh you just went out like an hour ago, go to sleep Jasper!" David groaned. The cat continued to protest this time purring for added effect. Then the cat stopped abruptly. He began to hiss, which was abnormal for him. "Jasper what is it?" Dave heard the patter of the animal leaving the room. Getting out of bed he tried to follow the cat. Not seeing it upstairs he walked down his steps. "Jasper, where are you?" suddenly he froze: someone was here, in the house. Standing in from of him were three masked men. He switched on the light at the base of the stairs. He heard a noise behind him, but before he could turn around he was hit in the head hard. "Ahh!" he grunted and fell to the floor. The men circled him. He took a shot to his stomach, doubling him over. "Huuuh" he wheezed. A sharp kick to the face busted his nose open and blood began to trickle from it. He got on his knees and tried to stand, only to receive a bat strike to his back for his troubles. A knee to the face dropped him on his side. "Find those car keys!" yelled one of the men. The other two men also armed with bats, began smashing up the living room. Pictures were broken and smashed, things thrown off of shelves and tables. He then heard Jasper meow and hiss. "Jasper, Go! Outside!" he doubted the cat could understand him but he didn't know what else to try and do to get it out of harms way. "He's got a cat hahaha!" "So? The hell does it matter?" "I always wanted a cat." One of the goons scoped up the feline. It immediately started thrashing about, hissing and biting at the man. "Ow! You little shit!" yelled the man. "Hey! I got the keys, so either quit playing around with the stupid cat or kick it and lets go!" yelled one of the men. "Screw it." Said the man. Taking the bat he hit the cat with it. The animal made no sound. Walking up to the fallen man one o the thugs bent down and grabbed David by the hair. Pulling his mask down he whispered, "Should have just given me a price bro." the last thing David saw as the mans fist before he was knocked out cold.