She watched as the house came into view and knew she'd have to face Harry. It stopped in front of her home and she quickly thanked it, knowing Merlin was listening. Lady jumped out and Clover closed the door, watching the car reverse until it back on the street and out of sight. She walked to the door and knocked. Within seconds it opened to reveal a relieved Harry Hart. He opened the door wider and she stepped in. Harry sighed and pulled her into a tight hug. "It was a blank, Clover." He mumbled in her ear. "It was a bloody blank."
"I'm sorry." Clover whispered into his shoulder. "Arthur's right." Harry frowned in confusion, yet stayed silent, waiting for her to elaborate. He felt her breathe in, shuddering under his hands. "I'm weak, I shouldn't be a Kingsman, I have no idea what I was thinking when I thought I could do it-" Harry felt rage encase his chest towards Arthur as he pulled her from his shoulder and saw the tear stains on her cheeks, looking into her green eyes.
"You were thinking, quite correctly, that it is well in your capacity to become a Kingsman agent." He told her.
"I couldn't even shoot a fucking dog, Harry! How am I supposed to shoot a person!?" She shouted, causing a confused Eggsy to sneak down the stairs, watching the pair interact silently.
"The people you will come across will not be your dog. They will be vile and cruel. Just because you have a kind heart does not mean you're incapable of being a Kingsman." He assured her. Though Clover could easily tell he was still cross at what happened. She nodded, hiccuping slightly, something Harry would normally have found himself from smiling fondly at, though in his sour mood he didn't. Then, over Clover's shoulders, he spotted the looming figure.
"Eggsy." Harry called, Clover snapped around to see him standing in his usual clothes, though she was still in her siren suit. "No need to hide in the shadows." Eggsy stepped forward and was by Clover's side when Harry's glasses beeped.
Eggsy and Clover watched Harry listen intently to what Merlin was saying, though they couldn't hear it. "South Glade Mission Church." He muttered. "Merlin get the plane ready." Harry turned to the the pair and grumbled, "I'll sort this mess out when I get back." Neither said anything. Clover nodded ashamedly, watching as he left.
...
"What're you doing?" Eggsy asked, following Clover into Harry's office. She opened Harry's laptop and patted the chair behind her. He sat down and she sat on his lap. He took in a short and quick breath.
"Is this okay?" She asked and he nodded feverishly.
"Yeah." He gulped. "It's fine."
"To answer your question..." She trailed off, typing a few thing in and before long, a live video was brought up of a sermon from Harry's glasses. "We're going to watch Harry." She turned the sound up and leant back into Eggsy's chest.
"Do you do this often?" Eggsy asked over the shouting preacher, contemplating whether he should wrap his arms around her waist or not. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable
"All the time," She answered. "I just like making sure he's okay, you know?" He nodded in understanding.
"Charming sermon." Merlin commented. "Can you see Valentine anywhere?" Harry looked around before focusing on a security camera.
"Would you excuse me?" He mumbled politely to the woman next to him as he tried to get out of the pew.
"Where are you going?" She questioned. He ignored her and tried to get past again. "Hey. What's your problem?" He leant back and looked at her.
"I'm a Catholic whore currently enjoying congress out of wedlock with my black, Jewish boyfriend who works in a military abortion clinic." Clover pressed a hand to her mouth, a shocked laugh spilling from her lips. "So, hail Satan, and have a lovely afternoon, madam." He got up and walked down the isle. The preacher still yelling, leaving the woman in shock before she stood and followed him, shouting at Harry as he was leaving.
Harry paused. The congregation was stood, looking at him as the woman kept yelling. Without any warning, Harry drew his gun on the woman. Clover leant forward with wide eyes as she gripped the edge of the table tightly. What the hell is he doing? She thought worriedly.
Suddenly, Harry's gun went off. Clover jumped back into Eggsy who shouted, "Holy fuck!" The woman's head flung back with a spray of blood and from then, horror and chaos ensued.
"Oh my God." Clover whispered, her blood running cold as she watched Harry murder innocent people. One after the other. Eggsy wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, pulling her into his chest as he watched over her shoulder.
"Galahad, can you hear me? Harry!" Merlin shouted. "Harry, what the heck is going on!?"
"I-I can't." Clover mumbled and turned her face into Eggsy's chest. "I can't watch." He rubbed her back as Harry continued wiping people out. After hearing the violence dying down, Clover pulled away from Eggsy's chest and noticed Harry looking around the room. Everyone was dead. "Harry?" Clover squeaked.
"Clover." He panted. "Oh, Clover. What have I done?" He whispered, looking around once more before he stumbled over the bodies to exit the church.
As soon as he was out he was face to face with Gazelle, Richmond and two other men aiming their guns at him. He held his hands up for a moment before dropping them.
"What did you do to me?" He asked. "I had no control. I killed all those people." Richmond nodded with a smile. "I wanted to."
"Clever isn't it?" Valentine asked proudly, leaning into Gazelle. "In simple terms, it's a neurological wave that triggers the centres of aggression and switches off inhibitors."
"Transmitted through your nasty, free SIM cards, I assume." Harry stated.
Richmond walked forward. Clover tightly gripped Eggsy's hand that still rested on her stomach. "Do you know what this is like?" He asked. "It's like those old movies we both love. Now I'm gonna tell you my whole plan, then I'm gonna come up with some absurd and convoluted way to kill you, and you'll find and equally convoluted way to escape."
"Sounds good to me." Harry commented. Valentine's face dropped.
"Well, this ain't that kind of movie." As soon as he said this, he pulled a gun out and shot Harry straight through the head.
"Dad!" Clover screamed with a cry. All Clover and Eggsy could see was the sky, the voices of her guardian's killers blurred together as Clover launched herself away from the computer. She paced the room frantically. Her hands fisted her hair as tears cascaded unwaveringly down her cheeks. "No, no, no." She whimpered. "Oh God." Her breathing uneven as she desperately tried to think of ways Harry could have survived, coming up with none. As she turned to walk the length of the room for what felt to be the hundredth time, she came face to face with Eggsy. "He can't be..." Clover whined. The young boy didn't say anything as he enveloped her in his arms and so, when she dropped to her knees, shaking and sobbing, as did he.
...
Clover sat, still in shock on the dining table, something Harry would have scolded her for but she couldn't move. Eggsy walked over after pouring himself and Clover a drink. He took a huge gulp, feeling the familiar burn at the back of his throat. He put the empty cup beside hers and stood in front of her. He gently cupped her face, she looked up at him with heartbroken eyes. He wiped away the tears the streamed down her cheeks. She grabbed his hoodie and tugged on it gently, pulling him between her legs. She rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso as he ran his fingers through her hair. "We have to go back." She mumbled. "We have to talk to Arthur."
...
outfit: xxx
Eggsy opened the doors to reveal Arthur sitting at the head of the table. Clover followed him in. "Harry's dead, Arthur." Clover whispered, devastation clear in her voice.
"Galahad...is dead." He corrected and Clover didn't like it. She didn't like the way he seemed to only see him as an agent rather than who he really was. He wasn't Galahad, he wasn't a codename, he was Harry Hart. "Hence, we have just drunk a toast to him."
"Well, then you know what that psycho's doin'. How many people around the world have got those SIM cards? Valentine can send his signals to any of them, all of them. If they all go homicidal at the same time, then-" Arthur cut Eggsy off.
"Indeed." The older man agreed. "And thanks to Galahad's recordings, we have Valentine's confession. The intelligence has been passed on to the relevant authorities. Our work is complete, and a most distinguished legacy for our fallen friend it is, too." Clover stared at him in disbelief.
"Are you seriously telling me that after he killed Harry, after he killed who might as well be my own father, we're just going to do nothing!?" Clover spat, enraged. "We're just going to let him kill millions if not billions of people!? What the fuck kind of organisation is this if we can't even be bothered to help!" Eggsy grabbed Clover's hand, calming her down slightly though a fire still burned brightly in her veins.
Arthur sighed. "Come and sit down, you two." Clover glared at him but followed Eggsy who sat by Arthur with her next to him. "This," He pointed to the alcohol in front of him, "Is an 1815 Napoleonic brandy." He lined 3 glasses up. "And we only drink it when we lose a Kingsman. Galahad was very fond of you, Eggsy. Clover, you should know by now that he loved you dearly." Noticing the horror shining in Eggsy's eyes, Clover followed his line of vision and saw the scar behind Arthur's right ear and felt herself tense up. "And on this occasion, I think it's acceptable for us..." He poured the liquor into the cups. "To bend the rules a little." The old man smiled.
Eggsy leant forward quickly, pointing at the three painting to Arthur's left. "Are these all Kingsman?" He asked and whilst Arthur's attention was off the glasses, he quickly switched his and Arthur's since they were the closest.
"Yes." He answered and Eggsy turned to Clover mouthing 'don't drink it,' she sent him a small nod. "They're, uh, founder members." He turned back. "I want you two to join me in a toast." He gave Clover and Eggsy the cups. Clover ran her finger across the cool glass. "To Galahad," they raised their glasses, clinking them but he was quick to notice Clover's still on the table. "Clover, are you not going to drink?"
She forced a smile, "Harry never let me drink," She lied.
"I'm sure he'd approve on this occasion." Arthur assured her.
"I'd rather not." Clover protested.
"Clover…" Arthur began with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "It's expensive brandy, I'd suggest we don't put it to waste, yes?" The brunette stared him down for a moment but took the glass and raised it with them. "To Galahad." He repeated. The glasses clattered together.
"To Galahad." Eggsy and Clover mimicked. Eggsy downed the drink and watch Arthur do the same. Their attention then turned to Clover who nervously took the glass to her mouth. The brandy passed her lips. She put the glass down when it was empty. Arthur gave her a satisfied smile whereas Eggsy stared at her with wide eyes, though he quickly tried to compose himself.
"Harry said you don't like to break rules, Arthur. Why now?" Eggsy nodded towards the alcohol.
"You're very good, Eggsy." Arthur complimented. "Perhaps I'll make you my proposal for Galahad's position. Provided, of course, that we can see eye to eye on certain political matters." He picked up a very familiar pen from from the table, he held it up to Eggsy and Clover. He flicked the switch. "Can you guess what this is?"
"I don't have to." Eggsy replied. "Harry showed me. You click it, we die. I thought that brandy tasted a bit shit." Arthur chuckled.
"Bravo." He congratulated.
"Valentine won you over..." He trailed off. "Somehow."
"Once he explained, I understood." Arthur tried to justify. "When you get a virus, you get a fever. That's the human body raising it's core temperature to kill the virus. Planet Earth works the same way. Global warming in the fever. Mankind is the virus. We're making our planet sick. A cull is our only hope. If we don't reduce our population ourselves, there's only one of two ways this can go. The host kills the virus, or the virus kills the host. Either way, the result is the same. The virus dies."
"So Valentine's gonna take care of the population problem himself." Eggsy mumbled.
"Well, if we don't do something, nature will." Arthur added. "Sometimes a culling is the only way so ensure that this species survives. And history will see Valentine as a man who saved humanity from extinction." Clover rolled her eyes at how brainwashed he sounded.
"And he gets to pick and choose who gets culled, does he?" Eggsy questioned. "All his rich mates, they get to live, and anyone he thinks is worth saving, he's keeping them safe, whether they agree with him or not." He said, putting the pieces together.
"And you two..." Arthur pointed to the pair. "In Harry's honour, I am inviting the pair of you to be part of a new world. It's time to make your decision."
Eggsy looked over at Clover. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly, nodding at him. He turned back to Arthur. "We'd rather be with Harry...thanks." He quipped.
"And this is what you want, Clover? This is what Harry would want for you?" Clover raised her head and nodded once.
"So be it." He flicked the pen at the pair. Eggsy glanced worriedly over to Clover, hoping to God she'd done something, anything. Eggsy turned back to Arthur, acting unfazed. Eggsy stared down at his stomach, as if waiting for something to happen.
Arthur suddenly twitched in his seat. Clover took this as her cue to spit the brandy that she'd been holding in her mouth the whole conversation into her cup. "Oh thank God." She mumbled, her tongue burning. Arthur grunted and Eggsy turned to her with a grin.
"You bloody legend." She blushed lightly before he turned his attention back to Arthur. "You see, the problem with us common types is..." He picked up his glass. "That we're light-fingered. Kingsman's taught me a lot, but sleight-of-hand..." He leant forward. "I had that down already."
"You dirty..." Arthur grunted at the pair. "Little fucking...pricks." His head dropped to the table.
Eggsy looked at the scar curiously and picked up a pen. Clover, anticipating what he was about to do, looked away. Eggsy stabbed the pen into the cut and pulled out the chip. Hearing his phone go off, Clover reached over the table to grab it. She stood. Eggsy came up behind her, his chest pressed against her shoulder blade as he read over her.
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RIP HARRY HART! Though I feel the reports of his death have been greatly exaggerated ;)
tbh I was gonna try and write that fight scene and then I rewatched it and was like "hahahah nah mate nah fuck that"
x Clara