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So without further ado, I present to you the fourth chapter...(and the disclaimer)
~PatronusNightFlame
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KINGSMAN AND IT'S CHARACTERS, BUT I DO OWN CHARLES, VICTORIE, ELEANOR AND THE MINOR CHARACTERS
EGGSY's POV
"Roxy, I want to you to follow up on her" I said, "who is she?" she asked, "someone with potential" I answered simply, "yeah obviously, but do you know her?" asked Roxy cluelessly.
I grunted.
"Have you not seen through the glasses? She fought those daft bastards with me on the public bus!"
"Oh...I sense a lot of potential then..." she said. I smirked, though she couldn't see it.
"Alright, I'll check her identity then"
I was on the car, with a newspaper in my hands. On the next street was her house - yes I followed her here, luckily I could get a perfect view of it. Also and luckily, I put a microphone on her when I placed my hands on her shoulder.
"Rebekah, Ruby, let me in!"
Giggles...giggles everywhere.
She lifted her doormat. Smart girl, she kept an extra key there.
"why can't you-"
She was then pushed out the door. Before I could blink my eyes, she was climbing onto the lower roof of her house...rather odd for someone without training. Her phone rang...nice ringtone.
"Ella! Where the bloody hell are you?"
"on the roof"
"what the fuck are you doing on the roof?"
"Well, the reason why I'm on the fucking roof, is because your slutty-arse daughters locked me out of my own house!"
"GIRLS? LET YOUR IDIOT MA-SISTER, I MEANT SISTER, IN"
The window shifted...it opened and she climbed in.
"Whao what happened?" said a voice. I had no idea what was going on since I can't actually...see her anymore. I released a sigh or relief...luckily she wasn't mugged or jumped or something. She returned home safe.
"Check the news" Eleanor said with a calm tone.
"You're not cutting yourself are you?"
"Why do you care?"
"I just...nothing"
At least thats better than no one giving a damn crap about where you've been all night. Then beating the crap out of you because you didn't call home. At least they care...kind of.
"Ella! Go help the girls dress up for their party!" A sigh followed that order.
"Eleanor! The gold top or the blue one?"
"uhh...blue"
"Ella! Come tie my hair!"
"Right, Oliver's going to be there, so tie my hair neatly! Into a waterfall braid of something!"
Okay...I take that back, it's worse...she has to serve them now.
After a while, a deafening cry cried Eleanor's name.
"What?"
"go buy me some rum, go!" a person shooed. I'm guessing thats her stepmum...
There was something I noticed about her home...it looked very similar to Harry's home. Very...kingsman like...
I sat on there waiting for Roxy to report what information she's got. Then, a couple of gangster looking fellows came to her door, Eleanor stepped out the door to buy some rum for her stepmum and bumped into the largest, no...actually he was the fattest one of all.
"Snuck out to get some weed, eh?" the fatarse snorted.
"No...your girlfriend told me to get some rum"
I swear he tried to touch her places he's not supposed to touch. I drove a little closer to her home, it was just a little turn around the corner.
"Make sure you return with the rum unopened!"
"I don't drink alcohol" Eleanor muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" I said simply.
Eleanor took the first step down the flight of stairs and...oohh...
She got tripped by one of the men.
Her life at home reminded me of myself...before I became a knight...
"Galahad! You here?" I ignored Roxy and drove a little closer to Eleanor.
"Eggsy!" she screamed. "Fucking hell, Lancelot!" I cried. "You didn't have to scream, you know?" I could feel her roll her eyes. "Eleanor Crestfall. Her mother deceased. Surprisingly her mum worked for us, she was a Kingsman..."
"Really?" I asked.
"Guinevere, her codename"
"Anything else?"
"Father...Maleagant"
"A family of Kingsman? Nice!" I complimented.
"She's 18, dirty blonde hair, nice eyes...rather jealous of them" commented Roxy, "and?" I asked. "Get to the point, Lancelot" I said, "right, right, sorry" there was a pause... "Her mother died due to the incident of that mad-man that tried to take over the world, in America? He never succeeded because Guinevere killed him and sacrificed herself, and blew up his army and his weapons along with herself. A little like your father, except that she blew up the whole hideout." Roxy said. "Even after that, her father continued to work as a knight, while she was put in a home with a woman with two children...there's no need to know they're names because it's not important."
I followed Eleanor to the pub nearby her home. The noise in the pub made me jump. It was so fucking loud.
"What the bloody hell is that noise?" apparently Roxy could hear them too. "She walked into a pub" I answered simply, "she's only 18!" Roxy cried.
"Rum? Psshh, you look a little too delicate for rum, wanna try something else, love?"
"Shut it, give me some rum." Eleanor demanded.
"Why should I? My sweet?"
"Don't fucking call me that, or that's the last thing you'll ever say."
"And I'm guessing the last sound I hear is you screaming my name, love"
"I've got a situation, Lancelot. Later." I reported, "alright, we'll be keeping an eye."
"Don't call me that either!" She said, a second after, a scream echoed around my car. I accidentally hit my head on the roof. People were running out the pub. Perfect.
I got off the car, closed the door, and straightened my suit, and walked towards the door.
"I swear, if you touch my again, I will stab you in your balls." cried Eleanor, "if you have any" she muttered. Nice one.
I reached the door to the pub, I opened it and saw Eleanor curled up in a ball leaning against the doorway with a knife in her hand, pointing it to a rather young but disgusting and thin man.
"Is now not a very good time to have a drink?" I asked as politely as possible. "No it's not" said the man. "Get your broken arse out of here, just because you dress like that, it doesn't mean you get special priorities." he spat. "Just out of curiosity, why is she holding a knife, pointing it to you?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. "None of your shit business" he said quickly. "I beg to differ" I said as I closed the pub door behind me.
'Manners" I locked the left top lock, "maketh" then the right top lock, "man" I locked the main lock on the right door. "Do you know what that means?" I asked. I remember the first time Harry did it when I first saw him fight off those drunken blokes. There was no reply, "then let me teach you a lesson." A bottle of rum was on the table to my right. Perfect.
I grabbed the end of my umbrella, scooped up the bottle and sent it firing towards the thin man.
*Thud*
Bullseye. His gang slowly rose from the seats and tables, a few cracked their knuckles or any other joint...for example their neck. I could see their reflection from the doorknob beside me. 3 out of 5 were going to fight me with their bare hands, not a very good choice mate, but why not? One had a broken glass bottle, and another had a knife.
"Well, gentlemen, are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?" I said winking at Eleanor, who had a worried look on her face.
I spun around, one of them sent their hand flying towards me, I ducked the punch, causing him to smash through the window on the door. Thats enough shattered glass for a day!
Eleanor stood up, still holding the knife in her hand. She was rather fearless. I was always attracted to girls like that.
The one with the knife approached, he tried to stab my stomach. Not a chance, mate. Before he reached my stomach, I grabbed his wrist twisted it, grab hold oh his knife and kicked his balls. Which sent him flying to the counter, smashing more glass.
Is today the annual glass smashing day?
2 more men decided to fight. One strangled me from behind, as another kicked my leg. Where on earth did they learn to fight? I elbowed the man behind me, he loosened his grip. I used my umbrella and opened it right infront of the other man's face.
Luckily this umbrella isn't like any other. It was just has hard as rock. The man had a broken nose.
Sorry, not sorry!
The man with the broken glass bottle was behind me, I could sense it. He yelled - stupid move really, and gave his position away.
Eleanor took the chance and sent a flying chair to his face, causing him to fall and drop the bottle. The man who had his hand stuck to the window door took out a gun from his pocket. I grabbed Eleanor and opened my umbrella. There was a shriek of pain. I glanced behind me, making sure it wasn't Eleanor.
She beat the shit out of the man who tried to strangle me. He laid on the table with a cut on his cheek. I clicked on the 'stun' button on my umbrella, and seconds later, the man's legs gave away, the only thing keeping him upright was his right hand stuck on the glass window.
A beeping sound echoed. The skinny man who tried to hurt Eleanor was dialing a phone number. Eleanor was quicker than I was. She threw her knife and cut the wire connecting the phone to the dialing pad...the connection in that call was lost.
"Are you sure you never took any training?" I questioned. "Never" she said with 'shocked' written all over her face.
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