warning; cussing, mentions of sex, eggsy, potty mouth, reckless sex jokes, condoms, bad english, grammar mistakes? and many more. English is not my first language, but please bear with me.
I have a lot of ideas in my head, but I can't seem to find the right words to express it.Kingsman belongs to Marvel /or Matthew Vaughn.
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little backstory on Rose btw
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"Michael? Why is there an unknown private number calling you?" Rose asked unsurely. She was playing games on Michael's normal civillian phone. It was pretty high-tech, comparing to her flip phone.
"What!?" Michael stumbled from his workdesk and got over to Rose who was on the sofa. He took the phone and examined it. "I never got calls from people who I didn't give this phone number to." He went to his computer and tracked it. Then he eyed it until the phone stopped ringing.
"Its... In front of the door." He whispered.
"I'll get the gun," She whispered, then went to his room.
Michael sighed. The caller didn't knock the door. He knew who it was. He grumpily walked through the door, unlocked it, and slammed it open.
"Come the fuck in, Louis." He scowled, and rolled his eyes at the newcomer.
"Thank you for the hospitality, Lord Michael," Louis rolled his eyes back, went to the couch, threw his duffle bag then himself.
"Ever knock or just ring the doorbell?" Michael snapped. Louis pouted, "Where's the fun in that?" He laughed.
"I know you got company," Louis suddenly said. "Come on out. I don't bite." He laughed aloud. They waited for Rose to come out. She didn't.
"Rose, just come outtof the room, he's our roommate." Michael shouted. He seemed a bit irritated. Rose then unsurely came out of the room, but still holding the gun.
"Whoa, lady. Put the gun down." Louis raised his arms up in surrender.
"Put the gun down, Rose. He's clear." Michael instructed. Rose took the gun down. Michael took it from her, tucking it away.
"Hi. I'm Louis." Louis introduced himself.
"I'm Rose." She greeted back.
"I see you are currently residing in my room-" Michael narrowed his eyes. "Ah, my previous room. Take care of it will ya?" Louis joked.
"Cut to the chase, Larsson. I know you are here for something." Michael snapped.
"I am. Considering you got Rose out here, I'll just cut to the chase." He leaned on his knees.
"I got news on V. It's all in this USB that your boss will need." Louis took a USB from his right hood pocket.
"Any more?" Michael urged.
"Yes, actually. I checked Under last night and I think they're looking for someone fitting the description looking just like..." He trailed off then pointed to Rose.
"Her," He said. Rose's eyes widened, and so did Michael's. They all went silent for a while.
"I knew it." She scowled. "He'll never get me off his radar, ever."
"You can run and hide, but as long as you are in this Earth, I can still find you."
She shuddered at the sudden recall.
"It's almost time for me to face him anyways. So just leave it be." she shrugged it off.
"Are you mental?" Michael screamed. "This is your psycho of a father we are talking about!" He wailed his arms up in the air, clearly fuming.
"Yes, and I'm his psycho of a daughter." She crossed her arms and angrily went to her room.
She plopped on her bed and put her hands on her eyes, waiting for the argument outside of her room to cease.
A knock came in front of her door.
"Go away," she ordered. It was silent for awhile until Michael opened the door. Rose scowled.
Michael came over the bed and sat down the edge. He was thinking of something to break the ice.
"I see you've changed the scenery," He trailed off. Feeling snappy, Rose sighed.
"Cut to the chase, Michael." She sniffed. The air sure is cold.
"Louis is gone... For who knows where, when, how long, or who's he's with." He explained. The silent treatment of Rose made him continue.
"I know what your past is like... You've been through mine too. You helped mine, and now let me help yours." He dropped himself backwards onto the bed. Rose gave another sigh.
"Thank you, Michael." She appreciated his effort.
She contemplated for a moment, looking at her ceiling.
"Fuck it, I'm going to punch that bastard when I see him. I need answers." She slammed her fist on the bed.
"Louis?"
"No. My dad." She glared at the ceiling, imagining his face.
"He caused all of us to turn like this. Me, Erik, Danny, and Clara" She opened up to him.
"You have never talked to me about your family before." Michael said. Rose unfisted her hand and closed her eyes.
"Better now than never. You know, We're not real siblings. Those three are, but I'm not." She said honestly. Michael just listened intensely.
"Dad was married to a woman, who Clara said died one night. She was their mother, Dad's wife. Then, she said mom came in and I was born not long after.
Danny was the oldest, and most wisest human I have ever met. He was like a dad figure to me, not that Dad was. He was tall, lean, and always present with a smile on his face. When he's angry, he's the most scary. His smiles became cold stares.
Clara always resented me, hated me even. She was the second child, and the only girl to the family and the most bitchy. I don't know why, she looks smart, but I think her brain has gone loco since I hit her in the head when we were training once."
Michael laughed.
"I'm serious! Stereotypes aside, she's like the dumb blonde of the family. All of us had dark hair.
Well, Erik had dark brown hair like me but he dyed it platinum blonde just to make Clara happy. He's the silent and deadly type when serious, but overall he's such a goofball. He was the closest to me since we both hate Clara. It was something in his past, he was traumatized by it." She smiled, remembering her family. Then she grimaced.
"Dad was a decent dad before the throne was handed over to him. The usually happy-caring dad turned robotic, controlled, and a monster.
He got Dan and Erik to train like assassins, I tell you. They were twelve and ten then, I was seven. Clara wanted nothing to do with them so she spent money, even though she was 11.
My mom disappeared when I was 8. Gone. Vanished. Clara who usually refrain from bullying me when mom is around took it to another level. I bitch-slapped the hell out of her. She had long nails so we were even.
I hate her so fucking much, I wanted to kill her when I was training to kill when I was eleven. She never touched me again, and we ignored each other until now." She scowled.
"I heard that she got married to a drug-lord a couple of months ago." Michael said disbeliefingly.
"Erik told me before I left. She didn't even invite me and I'm sure as hell happy. I'm actually amused that she found a man, rich and powerful, like what she dreamed." Rose laughed, shaking her head.
"Now that I think of it, I thought of 3 reasons why she hated me. One, I told her off to dad that she was using drugs. It was a major no-no there. Kill, but no drugs. I think dad would disown her for marrying the guy who provided it to her."
"Well, I think he did." Michael said, contemplating. "Well, what's your type of a man?" He asked.
Rose thought for a while. "It was very precise when I was a teen. Now that I'm 21, I don't know anymore. As long as we click and Cupid is in the air, I shall not get rid of it, after looking at the consequences." She explained. Her hand went up to her neckline. There was nothing there.
They went silent again.
"I feel like contacting Erik or Dan right now." She said honestly. "I'm halfway ready to face dad and I need their help." She turned to look at Michael who took his glasses off and massaged the bridge of his nose.
He got up and went out of the room to his room. He came back two minutes later and gave her a phone.
"Here. It's an untraceable phone. I designed it. You can call Erik or Dan. I trust that you have their phone numbers." He offered the phone to her.
"Yeah," she nodded. "I got it in my notes." She stood up and walked to her book. She opened the pages until she landed on Erik's number. Dan would probably be busy.
"Here goes nothing," She sighed. Michael patted her shoulder and cheered her with a "Good luck!' and honestly, she felt calm after that.
Erik answered in the second ring.
"Clara, you fucking bitch! First, you left us for that rich druggie, then you made Dad went missing! Now where the fuck are you you fucking cunt, be the bitch you are and come at me--"
"ERIK!" Rose cut him off exhasperatedly.
"How dare yo- Rose?" He said shockingly.
"YES! What happened to dad?" She asked.
"Big Bobby and Clara went to see him to discuss something concerning that philantrophist Valentine, and he hasn't come back!" He screamed.
"Whoa, Valentine?" Rose thought. The guy who gave out free sim cards to everyone. Seems fishy.
"Yes. Clara invited Dad to meet Richmond Valentine, Big B's new 'bussiness partner' He flew to meet Valentine and Clara, but no news came out of it. We can't even get in contact with his crew and guards.
Dan and I suspect that Valentine is up to something. We called all of their phones and no one is answering. Our best team of hackers are still looking for a location." He stopped to take a breather.
"We need your help, Rose, Danny's voice suddenly took the phone.
"Danny!" she was surprised.
"Do you want to help or not? If not, don't bother our progress." Danny's voice turned cold and Rose stayed silent, thinking. He surely got mad at her because she left. Because she ran away.
"Call us when you got something." And the phone call went off. Rose was standing there still like a statue.
"Rose!" Michael slammed the door open to her room.
"I need to get to Kingsman base right now," he sweated, quickly using his signature long coat.
"And I got a gut feeling you have to come with me." He went up in front of her.
"Harry Hart is dead."
He just had to say it.
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