A/N: This was a chore to write. Took around two weeks. Also, if it seems non-linear, it's because the movie presented its backstory the same way. And if there's some dialogues that are present in here that are not in the movie, it's because I want to have a more fleshed out backstory. It's not great, I assure you.
Oh, and I straight up copied lines from the movie too.
Beep! Beep! Be-
The noise of the alarm clock was no more as John lightly tapped the button on the clock. He put his hand away and lied down for a few more seconds before finally deciding to sit up.
He stayed in that position, his face solemn as he looked over to his right. At the spot where his wife would normally be lying down every time they slept together.
Unfortunately, that was what John wished had happened. The spot was void of Helen Wick, and the last time they slept together had been a few months ago.
All it took was one night in those five years of retirement for things to take turn for the unwelcoming.
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Accompanied by the stars and the moon of the night, John and Helen strolled together along the pier, never taking eyes of each other.
They stopped at their favorite spot of the pier and looked at the shining beauty of the night. The stars blinked and the moon dimly lit the environment around them.
Yet, it was enough to brighten up their loving hearts. They looked at each other and leaned in to share a kiss.
"It's beautiful." John complimented.
"What is? Me or the scenery?" Helen jokingly asked.
"What's the difference? You're both beautiful."
Helen smiled at John's response. They then kissed once again to finish their night. They started walking together to leave for home.
John thought he couldn't be any happier. He was finally with the woman he loved. He thought that nothing else could come between him and his wife.
Those thoughts were immediately gone, as Helen suddenly collapsed into John's arms.
"Helen?"
John slowly brought her down to the ground, not knowing what was wrong with her wife. A nearby couple saw the incident and quickly rushed to them.
The next few minutes were filled with dread as John tried to keep Helen awake before the ambulance arrived.
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John washed his face in the washroom that he would always share with Helen. He turned to the right side of washroom sink and just stared at all the stuff that Helen would utilize if they ever decided to go on any date.
Ever since he started living alone, John would find himself staring and always felt it to be wrong to throw all those make-up tools, lotions, shampoo and other things away.
He just couldn't do it.
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Doctors said she had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. John feared for the worst.
Yet, he never seemed to be enraged by this.
They said that it was impossible for her to survive because she had been dealing with the illness for a long time.
Yet, John never knew about it.
Just a few weeks later, before he even realized it himself, they had to take off her life support. John was given permission to see his wife for one last time.
He slowly entered his wife's ward and stood by her side. He wished for her eyes to open and her mouth to tell him she's still alive.
But nothing came. Those were only his wishful thinking.
He leaned towards Helen and kissed her forehead, fully knowing that she won't be coming back into his life.
He then turned to the doctor, silently yet softly telling him to leave him alone with Helen for a little more while. The doctor obliged, leaving him and his wife.
John then put his hand on her head, moving all the hair away from the forehead area. He leaned in and placed his forehead onto hers.
He then silently cried, yet never letting any tears to come out.
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John poured himself a cup of coffee, thinking about the events that would be unfolding on that day. He took a glance outside his window and took notice of the heavy, yet merciful storm.
John thought it was a coincidence, albeit a bizarre one, since that day was the day of Helen's funeral.
He never cared that it was even raining in the first place, as the weather forecast had given everyone a heads-up about any oncoming storm.
Yet, he hated the fact that the rain made the day more melancholic than any other day.
Finishing his coffee, he then went to prepare himself for the funeral.
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"Here." John handed Helen a small jewellery box.
"What's this?"
"Just an anniversary gift."
It was their five-year anniversary. They wanted to make it special and everlasting as possible, so they booked one of the finest restaurants they could think of and had their meal there.
John decided to get Helen a gift for the fifth anniversary. He knew he wouldn't be able to compete with what she had gotten him as a gift; a 1969 Ford Mustang.
Helen opened the box and gave a small smile as she took out a golden bracelet.
"I'm sorry I can't get you something better. That car alone must've costed you a lot." John rubbed his hands, feeling a bit ashamed.
"Oh, John." Helen said before leaning in to give him a kiss.
"You don't need to get me something big just to show you love me. What matters is that we have each other."
John smiled.
"Besides, that car has been in the garage for a long time. Turns out, restoring a car is always cheaper than buying a new one."
They then shared a laugh together, holding hands.
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Finally clothed in an all-black suit, John sat on the bed, staring at the gold bracelet in his hands. The doctors gave it back to him due to not wanting the jewellery to be stolen. He knew he wouldn't be able to let the bracelet go.
He looked at the clock and realized it was almost time to go. Standing up, he placed the gold bracelet on the small table beside his bed and walked out of the bedroom. He took the car keys from a small bowl on the cabinet and went to get an umbrella.
Putting on his shoes, he went straight to the garage. Stopping for a moment, he stared at the car that his wife had given to him. He never got to fully admire it due to the recent events.
Entering the car, he started the engine and waited for the garage door to fully open before finally driving towards the cemetery.
Ten minutes later, John arrived at the cemetery. He sat for a moment and looked at the open grave that had many people gathering around it. He felt a slight tinge of hesitation. But he knew he shouldn't leave Helen alone. Not until her body is buried.
Soon, with a umbrella in his hand, he found himself standing in front-most row of the crowd, just watching as Helen's coffin was lowered into the empty burial space.
A few minutes after she was buried, everyone started to leave, leaving John alone for a few more while. He silently stood there, staring at her grave. From a distance, someone watched him.
John had to accept the reality that his wife was no longer alive. He had to. He turned and walked away, leaving her behind.
On his way to his car, John saw a face he never thought would still be around.
"It's been a while."
He recognized the voice.
"My condolences."
He recognized the face.
"How're you holdin' up?"
He's not mistaken. Even when it's been awhile, he never forgot his old friend, Marcus.
"I keep asking, 'why her'..." John solemnly replied.
"There's no rhyme or reason to this life. It's days like today scattered among the rest." Marcus said, feeling sympathetic for John.
"Are you sure?" John asked.
"Don't blame yourself." Marcus said, not wanting John to feel more burdened than he already was.
John stared at him, feeling that something wasn't right.
"What are you really doing here, Marcus?"
Marcus sighed.
"Just checkin' up on an old friend."
John didn't know whether to trust that statement or not. Yet, he felt inclined to not question it. He then just watched as Marcus held out his free hand.
"Goodbye, John."
John then shook his hand, deciding that one handshake wouldn't hurt.
After their little handshake, Marcus gave a small nod before walking away. John stayed and gave one last look at Helen's grave in the distance.
Feeling he had gone through enough, he then decided to leave as well. As he walked away, he failed to feel another presence in the same area.
She had been following him for the past few days, watching his moves. Ever since she'd gotten wind about the death of a Helen Wick, she forced herself out of her comfort zone to find the only other person she believed had the same family name.
She sprung to find the man that had slaughtered one of the few clans she was raised in five years ago. She had made a promise to herself that she would find him and gain her justice.
After successfully tracking and then tricking some of Helen's relatives and friends about where Helen would be buried, she immediately went there by herself.
And there she was, her eyes locked at John's figure as he was about to leave the cemetery. She'd never been so glad to find the retired assassin in her sight.
DING!
She took out her scroll, hearing the notification alert.
Heya Blake! Pls come back! U promised to teach me math! -Ruby
She let out a sigh, feeling a bit irritated at her teammate for disturbing her small stakeout. She turned back towards John and saw that he was already leaving with his car. She looked back at the scroll to type a quick reply.
I'll be there soon. -Blake
Knowing that she didn't have much time, she then quickly, yet quietly, chased after John's car. She needed to know where was his house located. She knew she couldn't let him out of her sight.
Not anymore.
Huh.