A/N: Hey guys! It's me again. This is my first full length fic so be nice okay? Wow. I don't know what to say in the A/N portion. LOL. Okay, here goes.
This is a story that came to my mind while I was riding the bus home. Heh, funny thing with buses. Gives me more ideas than a classroom. Anyway, this is a story of how the boss dies. Don't ask me why I want her to die. I just thought, you know, she can't be immortal. There's got to be a way that death will get her without, you know, making her be defeated by someone more badass than her. Because there is none. LOL. And on the verge of death, how will her saints react? Are they really ready to be saints without the boss?
Meh, but don't worry. I won't kill her until... I don't know how many chapters yet. Maybe near the end even. I don't know. Don't ask.
Well, read on and please review!
Prologue:
The sound of his shoes constantly pacing the room and her fingers tapping the bed side table isn't exactly a good combination. Nevertheless, the two continued to do so just to keep the awkward silence in the room from befalling again. Aside from the machine hooked up beside her beeping, they just had to improvise more to keep the room filled with sounds. They hated hospitals.
"What the fuck is taking them so long?" The tall man of Asian heritage blurted out, finally broke the silence as well as his stride which he was doing for a couple of minutes now. He was nervous. Yes, he was.
"Calm the fuck down and take a seat, Johnny." The woman he and his peers only addresses as 'Boss' said calmly, as if without a care of what they were waiting for, "Give the doctors a break. You've been threatening their lives and their families since we got here." Gat turned to her, raising an eyebrow as she smiled, "I'm pretty sure they're doing their best".
He sighed in defeat before finally sitting in the hospital bed beside her. She stared at the red-haired woman sitting motionlessly in the bed with several tubes of, probably dextrose or some other drug to make her better, in her thin arm. A thing in her hand was wired to the beeping machine taking her vital signs every second of the day.
The boss has been confined in the hospital for three days already after a massive nose bleed and her coughing blood hysterically while walking at the streets of Stilwater. Her lieutenants, naturally, got worried and decided to confine her here against her will as there is obviously something wrong with her.
The door finally swung open after what seem like an eternity of waiting and a doctor came in with a folder at hand. Johnny Gat abruptly stood from his seat and eyed the doctor, eyes as if saying, 'Well, spit it out!'
"I'm afraid we have some bad news," The doctor avoided eye contact from both. A wise choice especially when you are giving a bad news to two of the most dangerous people in the city. "The test results are in and-"
"So am I dying or what?" The boss cut him off with her usual imposing and sarcastic tone.
"... I'm afraid so..." the good doctor said nervously, trying to measure what the boss was really feeling when she interrupted her. She was known to be deadpan but this was something of a matter of life and death.
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a hand crushing his throat, pinning him against the wall. "Listen you sorry-excuse-for-a-life," he snarled at him. His eyes which peered over his glasses looked as if he would tear a man apart. Not that he wouldn't do that, "Now, you are absolutely certain about this?"
"Y-yes... we tested it five times..." the man's feet was inches from the ground as he was lifted from his throat, "She's—there's no cure..."
"Fuck you say?" He shot him another one of his famous murderous glares, "You are going to have to find a cure then, because if you don't... If she—" He cut himself off, cringing at the very thought, "I swear, I'm gonna make you wish your parents never even met!"
"I'm s-sorry." The man was about to cry. He was about to plead for his life when Johnny dropped him to the ground.
His hands slipped upon hearing his boss' voice call him out. He turned and saw her sitting up. Her expression wasn't angry, no, not even worried.
"How long do I have?"
"Six month, I believe... a year max."
"Okay." She said, closing her eyes.
"What, you're telling me there's nothing we can do but to wait it out to kill her?" Gat said, still not calming down.
"We can't do anything. There still is no cure for her condition up until now."
"Gat!" She yelled at him again causing him to turn to her in surprise. She sighed before turning her attention to the doctor still sitting on the floor, "You may leave now. And I want to go home now too. If there's nothing you can do, I'd rather go home."
The doctor sneaked out of the room without hesitation, "Boss...", Gat said almost in a whisper.
"I'm fine."
"...Boss..."
"I'm fucking okay, Gat. This is nothing." She shrugged, "And besides, it's not like I'm dying tomorrow or anything. Hey, at least now, I know my time limit."
She forced a smile. He didn't even have to force himself to frown. It just went on his face naturally.
"You can't be serious," he paused, unsure of what to say. For the first time in his life, he was wordless. "What am I supposed to-"
"You have a year to figure that out. A year max, right?" She looked up at the ceiling and winced as she pulled out the needles sticking from her arm, "I think I'll exhaust that as far as I could for you. That I can promise."
He heaved a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples in frustration. How can she be so calm about this?
She stood up, feeling the cold feet under her, and put on her long brown coat which hangs from the bed post. She fixed her long bangs to the side before walking to him. His face almost unreadable from anger to sadness to apologetic.
She smiled and took his arm, leaning onto his side.
"Take me home."
A/N: Ah, there goes the Prologue. As I've said above, I won't be killing her off so fast. But I will be killing her. I'm not a deus-ex machina person.
By the way, this story takes place just a few months after SR:TT. I made Johnny alive because, you know, deus-ex. JK. I'll explain it on the next chaps how he survived.
Oh, and do me a favor: Click that Review button and tell me if I should go on. Really need that push to move, you know.
