Inspired by the song 'Love Interruption' by Jack White given by KillerKitty15. How did I do baby? ;D
Sirens wailed in the distance as the pair danced along the roof tops. They wouldn`t be caught; nobody could catch them as raced up high, away from judging eyes and evil sneers.
Gil jumped a wide ally and rolled, landing cleanly and waiting for Matthew. Matt followed suit and leapt, stumbling a little on his landing. Gil caught him before he fell, cradling his wheat-blonde lover and kissing his head. Parkour had never been Matt`s forte; Matthew had always been best at infiltrating and gaining trust. What with his fucking adorable baby face nobody would think he was a world famous Politian murderer with his partner, Gil.
"Almost, Birdie." Gil cooed.
Matt looked down at the ground, away from Gil`s encouraging red orbs. "Still can`t do it."
The sirens grew louder as the police began to catch up.
"Gil, let`s get moving." Matt pulled up his hood and took off, eager to shake the police off of their tales.
"Coming Birdie!" Gilbert pulled up his own hood and caught up to Matt, easily over taking him. Gilbert had always loved parkour and any excuse to go running and improving his skills.
Once again the lovers ran, showcasing their talent and laughing at the futile attempts to keep up with them. They kept swerving off into different directions and leading the police cars the wrong way. As soon as the sirens' insistent wailing began to fade, they were off.
Gil and Matt bounded back along the roof tops of London, jumping air vents and skipping over alley ways. When the two reached the roof of their apartment they took of their hoodies, opened the door on the roof and descended the stairs down to their third floor apartment.
As soon as they were in, after making sure all the doors and windows were locked (there were two sadistic killers out there after all), the pair set about their normal routine, starting with pancakes.
Gilbert fed his yellow canary, lovingly dubbed Gilbird, let him out for a fly before feeding Matthew`s polar bear-dog-marshmallow-thing Kumajirou. The smell of maple syrup made all the occupants of the apartment, human and other, salivate.
Matthew plated up the anticipated pancakes and sat down with Gilbert at the small round dining room table. Gil had turned on the radio when they had gotten in, and the new report had them both smiling and high fiving over their meal.
"Tonight at around about ten pm BMP campaign leader John McCohen was found dead in his London home. People up and down the country are celebrating the knock to the campaign. The police are beginning to notice a pattern in the killings of the 'Birdie & Co' killers, and have released this statement; "The Birdie & Co killings are all aimed at racist and homophobic Politian's and members of parliament, specifically the BMP party." Members of Parliament are scared and pressured over if they`re next. The famous words that come with all the Birdie & Co killings has not yet been released to the public, but will be soon."
Matthew stood and picked up Kumajirou, swinging and dancing around the kitchen with the fluffy marshmallow dog. Gilbert wasn`t far behind, twirling and rocking out with his broom. They even cracked open a few cans of beer, much to Gilbert`s delight.
The rarity of English sunlight flowed into the lover`s room. It was seven in the morning, and the two had to get back to work after their night of partying.
Gilbert had already started a breakfast of eggs and bacon when Matthew trundled into the kitchen, fully dressed in a suit and tie. Gilbert plated up their food and sat in living room, listening to the TV.
"Gil, don`t sit on the clean couch in dirty overalls." Matt pushed his fringe away from his face; the rest of his hair was tied back in a red ribbon.
Gilbert looked down at himself. His blue work overalls weren`t that dirty! Sure, they could do with a bit of a scrub down to get out the oil and petrol and transmission fluid, but it could be worse. "It`s not that ba- oh…" Gil stood up to prove his point…only to see a black stain on the sofa. Crap. "I`ll clean that up."
Matthew sighed. He had only just gotten the car smell from the sofa last weekend. "You better." Today Matt had an interview for personal secretary to Sean Markers, currently one of the last campaigners against same-sex marriage in England. Personally, matt couldn`t see why he thought against the law; it had been in place for over a year, and had increased the national rate of happiness in England. There had even been a fucking survey!
Gilbert pulled a kicked puppy face and kissed Matt`s cheek. "Am I forgiven?" He knew matt couldn`t say no to that face.
Matt`s resolve broke and kiss pressed a chaste kiss to Gil`s lips. "Yes."
The TV distracted the two before things could go any further.
"The Birdie & Co killers latest murder details have been released and the message that always accompanies these murders is right here for a Sky exclusive; 'I want love to roll me over slowly, and stick a knife inside me, and twist it all around. I won`t let love disrupt corrupt or interrupt me. I want love to walk right up and bite me, take hold of me and fight me, leave me dying on the ground. I want love to forget that you offended me, tor me down, show me how it is my fault. I won`t let love disrupt me anymore.' Wow. A powerful message as always. Sharon, what is your…"
The murderers looked at each other, kissed and burst into raucous applause. The release of the message was always the best part of these murders. The reason they killed in the first place; to get their word across. The rainbow nation, as the LGBTQ community was called, never got a say, and it wasn`t fair. Birdie & Co, as they had dubbed themselves, gave that say. They had support from all around England and the rest of the world, and it felt amazing to be the people's heroes.
When breakfast was finished Gilbert gave his husband a kiss, a homemade packed lunch and set off for work down the road at the local mechanics where he and his sister worked. Monika was also gay, and had a beautiful blushing bride from Italy, Feli. The couples often got together for days out.
Matthew walked from his and his husband's apartment and caught the tube to Westminster Tube Station and got off, ready for his interview in the houses of parliament. If any of the MP`s had been paying attention they would have noticed Matt running around the buildings for months, secretary to many different Politian's, all of which were dead now. And once again, he was infiltrating and information gathering.
Matt sat outside the interview room with a few other interviewees. It was his turn next.
"Hey, who do you think will win the next election? My moneys on the Lib-Dems." A young British man named Arthur stated.
"I think it`ll be UKIP." This came from an Austrian transfer, Roderich.
The two got into a heated debate, completely ignoring Matthew as he was called up to be interviewed. And it suited him just fine. The only people who needed to notice Matt were his family and his employer.
Matthew sat down in a black chair and took out all his paper work, handing it over to the fat man. The Politian spoke, his voice gravely and booming. "So, Martin-"
"Matthew, sir."
"Matthew, sorry. So, why do you think you should become my personal secretary?"
Matt took a deep breath, running over the script in his hand, and began.
If you know a really good, inspirational song that you think makes a good fit for PruCan, leave its name, the Artist`s name and your name in the reviews and i`ll get to it.
I don`t mean any ill well by mentioning the BMP. They are cruel, close-minded people who deserve the worst of punishments. Also, the Politians named are compeletly made up. Go Fellow Rainbow Nation-ers!