HELLO! My goodness, this update hasnt been done for far too long, i am deeply sorry for the delay! (please dont be mad!) Inspiration was few and far between until it struck this morning and i had to write once more! thank you everyone who has read this far, for those of you who reviewed, favorited and followed, it really means the world to me! Please, dont be shy with those reviews! I reallllly need feedback! And if i get enough reviews, i may even add a Ereri chapter in here (somewhere) if thats what you guys want :3 I apologize for this shorter chapter!
Too Far Gone
Reaching down to his calf, Jean brandished his knife and eyed his assailants. He quickly analyzed them, his gaze searching for any signs of weakness. The suited man to the left of him sneered, his yellowing teeth flashing. A hand pulled back his jacket, making sure the firearm upon his hip was clearly visible as he inched closer.
Think dammit, you dont have much time!
Jean glanced from side to side between the two, waiting for any hint of attack. Adrenaline pumped through out his body, and the blood pounded a dull rhythym in his ears. His eyes darted to the other suited man to his right and he began to feel his world slow down. He inhaled, leaning back against the car as the man's fist moved to strike. The air grazed his chin as he leaned forward again, exhaling and righting himself onto the pavement.
He watched in slow motion as the left man reached down to pull the gun to face level with Jean. He flung his knife, which buried itself into the man's firing hand with a sickeningly wet crunch. The man howled in agony as he dropped the weapon and fell to his knees, clutching the bloody appendage.
Jean turned his attention to the other. Sweeping the remaining enemy's feet out from under him, the man landed face first onto the pavement. As Jean stood up, he picked up the weapon and kicked the the fallen assailant in the stomach. Hard.
The man grunted and grabbed at his middle, coughing up blood and rolling onto his side. Jean straightened his shirt and shook his arms.
'Now..' He cocked the firing pin.
'Which one of you nice gentlemen wants to tell me who the fuck you work for?'
The only concious attacker, still holding his gushing hand, spat in Jean's direction.
'Fuck y-'
*BANG*
An exertly aimed shot bore a hole directly into the middle of the man's forehead. He slumped to the ground, his mouth still open in a lifeless "O". Jean strode over, placing a foot on the man's forearm.
'I don't take kindly to rudeness..'
He dislodged his favorite knife from the dead mans hand with a loud squelch. He wiped the blood off onto the corpse's jacket. The remaining enemy struggled to stand to his feet as Jean turned in his direction.
Yes. Run. Scramble for you life, it only seals your fate.
He flicked the knife end over end, stopping the man dead in his tracks as the knife jutted out of his back. Screaming in pain, the man fell to his knees. Jean walked around and squatted down to face him. He gripped the man's chin, staring into the fear stricken pools of inky blackness.
'It seems your friend over there wasnt very helpful.' His grip tightened as he smiled deviously. 'But I'm sure you won't be the same way..' He brushed the mans hair off his forehead with the barrel of his gun.
'So.. I'll ask again, who sent you?'
The man shook his head violently, wrenching his chin from Jean's grasp.
'I-I'd rather die.'
Jean sighed and dropped his vice grip on the man's chin. Reaching his free hand around, he ripped the knife from the man's back, eliciting a soundless cry. He started back to the driver's side when he heard the man again.
'Y-You arent.. going to k-kill me?'
Jean paused in his tracks and wordlessly turned to face him. He fired. The man writhed and screamed, clutching at his legs where the two seperate bullet holes bore into his flesh.
'Go on and tell your boss EXACTLY who he is dealing with.' The injured man begin to drag himself towards the building, his breathing hitched and ragged in his chest. Satisfied, Jean began to relax and walked calmly to open the driver door.
Marco cringed as he heard the last two gunshots and tucked his knees closer into his chest. He rocked back and forth with his head in his hands, unable to shake the violent scene he had just witnessed. He felt like vomiting, running, screaming, anything other then what his mind was doing at the present. His thoughts replayed the flashing knife, the bullet hole through the mans head, the way Jean hadn't even batted an eyelash.
A murderer.. That's who I just slept with, a fucking murderous monster who is probably going to kill me next if I dont do something quick.
Marco's head pounded and his knew he was about to throw up. He gathered whatever ounce of bravery (or stupidity, he wasnt quite sure)he had and flung open the car door. Shakily pointing the 9 mm at it's owner, the two locked eyes.
'Marco..'
'Shut up, j-just SHUT UP!'
Jean dropped both the knife and the gun, both clattered to the ground as he held up his hands in surrender.
'Marco, please I-'
'I said SHUT UP!' Marco squeezed his eyes shut, tears starting to form around the edges. He glared at Jean through his wet eyes, unsure of what to do next. Jean looked slightly hurt. He slowly inched towards the sobbing man, his hands held out in front of him.
'Marco, I-I know what this looks like..'
Step by step, Jean closed the distance between the two of them until the barrel was touching his chest. He stared into Marco's deep brown eyes, silently pleading.
'Marco, please.. Just let me explain'
The freckled angel crumpled, slowly lowering the gun and falling to his knees. Jean rushed to catch him before his head hit the ground. Lifting the brown haired male into his arms, he carried the unconcious man and gingerly buckled him into the passenger seat. Jean made his way around to the drivers seat, pushing the keys into the ignition. He leaned back into his seat and sighed heavily. He rubbed his temples.
What have you done, Jean? You brought a civilian under the line of fire, Levi is going to have your head for this!
Jean glanced over to the angelic faced man beside him. His heart sank, knowing he had dragged this pure and innocent soul into the dark underworld against his own will. He reached over to carress Marco's peaceful face, quietly praying he wouldn't hate him forever.
I did this to you.. Marco, I'm so sorry..
Marco stared into Jean's eyes, his hands cupping the handsome and tan face. He leaned in to bring his lips to Jean's, their mouths medling together in heated desire. Jean broke apart this kiss to reach up and grip a fistful of the other's hair.
Pulling Marco's head back, he exposed his beautiful freckled neck, biting and suckling. Marco moaned and wrapped a hand around the others waist to pull him in closer. Suddenly, Marco was roughly shoved to his knees. Jean glared down at him, the warmth had completely drained from his eyes. Slowly, he lifted the gun to Marco's temple.
'J-Jean, please no!'
'No.. You know too much.'
'Jean, NO!'
'NO!'
Marco shot up from the bed, his body slick with nervous sweat. He gingerly reached a hand up to his head, feeling around for any holes. Jean burst through the door, gun drawn and pointed at the window.
'Marco! Are you hurt? Is everything alright? What happened?'
Marco paled at the sight of the weapon, all the memories of his very recent dream flooding his mind.
'I-I'm fine, I just had a bad dream..' He pointedly eyed the gun, hoping Jean would take the hint. He did. Jean placed the pistol on top of the dresser and walked over to sit down on the bed. Taking the shaken male in his arms, Jean began to stroke his hair.
Marco stiffened at first and then softened into the gentle touch, all his pent up tension releasing in that one moment. As his heart rate began to return to normal, he could feel the warm embrace of sleep calling him back to bed.
Gently laying down the freckled male, Jean smiled at the peaceful rise and fall of the man's chest. Standing up to retrieve the weapon on top of the dresser, he made his way back to the bed. Placing the weapon on the nightstand, he felt a wave of tiredness wash over him. Jean leaned back into the pillows, and turned to face Marco. He draped a protective arm over the other man and kissed the top of his head.
This is all my fault.. I promise you Marco, I will always protect you. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me..
Nestling his nose into Marco's soft locks, he breathed in the delicious vanilla scent and soon drifted off to sleep.
'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T KILL HIM?'
Glass shattered against the wall as the whimpering and injured man ducked to avoid the projectile. He gulped and winced, the pain in his legs burning despite the bandages.
'S-Sir Reiner, he is very good at what he does.'
The crippled man looked away from the icy glare his boss just threw at him. Slamming his hands down on the desk, Reiner flung the objects far from the desktop. He quickly strode over to the seated man. Pulling the gun from behind him, Reiner pushed the barrel directly on top of the man's wounds.
The male's face conotorted in immense pain, as the barrel dug deeper and deeper. Reiner gave the gun a final twist and push before directing the firing end between the other man's eyeballs.
'And what exactly am I supposed to tell my boss, when he askes why my men are not "very good at what they do?" I want you to think of what he will do to me, and then picture what he will do to you, the idiot who let Jean Kirschtein get away..'
The man gulped, he frantic eyes bugging out as he fumbled to find the words that would save his miserable life.
'Well?.. I'm waiting.. If you dont have anything useful for me, I may as well kill you now.' Reiner cocked the gun and prepared to squeeze the trigger.
'WAIT! There was a man with him, they were kissing and hugging. Kirschstein seemed very protective of him!'
Reiner narrowed his eyes. He stared down at the insufferable, maggot before him. This man was annoying and desperate, two things he hated most in this world. However, he had given Reiner an advantage, a weakness to play on. Oh, how he loved to exploit his enemies weaknesses. Releasing the hammer, Reiner pulled the gun away from the shaken man's forehead and sat back down at his desk.
'You have five minutes, I suggest you use them wisely.'
dun dun DUUUUNNN! haha i know not alot happened in this chapter, but i promise the story will pick up soon ;) as always, reviews are like candy to me so please be kind and leave one if you have the time! If I make it to ten reviews, i will give the tenth a one shot story of a pairing of their choice :0 until next time!