It was a hostage situation
I was fine.
I am fine.
I'm just a little trigger happy.
And they never specified the hostages needed to make it out alive.
But oh God.
Oh God.
Oh God.
Oh my fucking-
"I'd say it was beautiful, but you don't look like the kind of guy who can appreciate a good cliché."
My hands drags down my face, my eyes wide and half of my half covered in this goddamn war paint. I turn around and there he stands, pristine suit, cigarette dangling from between his fingertips, and god that smile. And it is a smile. Not even a trace of a smirk.
Oh God.
"Are you done here or-"
"Please, sir, help."
His lips almost twitch down into a frown, but then his head tilts, as if I am to answer a question that was left hanging in the air.
"Please!"
"Well?"
My head hurts. Well what? The hell am I supposed to say.
He doesn't look government, but they sometimes don't. For all I know he has a platoon waiting outside the building, waiting to take me in.
Rogue soldier.
Madman.
Like it's all my fucking fault.
"Oh God please!"
He sighs and jerks his head towards the girl. Young woman. Hoping that her broken voice will stir some sort of pity in him, but not in me. There is no more pity left it me, and all her sniveling does is aggravate my earlier headache.
"He'll kill us-"
BANG
"Thank you," he said.
My arm is still raised slightly, my finger still tight on the trigger that has already been pulled.
"Well it looks like you're done here."
My eye twitches and my arm swings forward, my body hunched and the barrel trained on him.
He laughs and opens his arms wide as if he wants a hug.
"By all means."
One of my eyebrows quirks up.
"Scotch?"
The gun lowers some and his smile is back, full force.
Oh God.
He stalks forward and I almost move back a step. Dangerous. So fucking dangerous.
The glint in his eyes is unmistakable and he walks right up to me, letting the gun dig into his chest as he gets closer. There's going to be creases later.
"I'd suggest tea but you look like you'd appreciate something stronger."
My muscles tense and he yanks my dog-tags, pulling himself forward, his body nearly flush against mine, only a gun between us.
"Won't you say yes darling?"
He flutters his eyelashes.
"I could kill you right now," I snarl.
He places his hands on my shoulders and looks at me through his lashes, nuzzling his chest against the barrel of the gun.
"So pull the trigger darling."
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
"I'm buying."
Oh God.
I have finally met the devil, and there will be no salvation now.
