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After the fire burns...

Summary:

After the fire you woke up only able to see from one eye, you saw no point in living, in staying alive. So you lived you life like a void for a while, nor caring what happened or if you were gonna survive. Until you decided to become an assasin/hit man. And you were damn good at your job. But what happens when a certain Redhead comes back from the dead?

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Chapter 1: Another day, another dollar...

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Tick... tock

Tick... tock 

"You know– it's not like I meant to make you fall. I didn't know you were that clumsy." Vi grumbled as Vander bandaged your ankle.

"Does that make it any better?" You ask with a scowl. Vi doesn't answer. She just crosses her arms and looks the other way. Vander sighs when he notices how pissed you are.

"Y'know, it could be worse. It could be broken." He finishes bandaging your ankle and stands up.

"Oh totally, just give her an excuse!" You stand up despite the pain in your ankle and limp away to your room. Vander gives Vi a stern look and crosses his arms, only speaking when you're out of earshot.

"What the hell were you thinking? Were you thinking at all?"

Vi groans and runs her fingers through her hair. "I apologized a million times. It really was an accident this time! It's not my fault she can't listen."

"You know that's not true, you guys need to start working together. This is getting ridiculous." He shakes his head and gestures to the door. "Go apologize, sincerely."

"But–" He didn't let her finish. Giving her a stern glare she huffed but trudged out of the room and to the shared bedroom. Ignoring Mylos laughing about her being scolded. She begrudgingly opened the door and saw you sitting in your bunk. Vi made her way over to you and poked you on the arm. You purposefully ignored her and she huffed.

"Is this what we're doing now?"

"I dunno, is it?" You turn over and curl up in a ball, refusing to look at her. In all honesty– you were hurt. You had fallen off that roof because was laughing at you. You and your stupid confession. You had liked her for some time now and once you finally told her, she laughed? That's it? It pissed you off. She embarrassed you and you were livid.

Violet sighed and decided the only way she could get you to listen was by making you listen. She crawled into bed and swiftly wrapped her arms around your middle and secured them tightly. You immediately started kicking her pinching her arms, anything to make her let go. She just let you, all the while chuckling to herself.

"Vi, let go! This isn't funny!"

"You're right, it's hilarious." She leaned in so that you could feel her breath on your neck. You froze when you felt a warm breath on your neck.

"I'm sorry, precious." She whispered to you, just you. You started turning bright red and sighed.

"It's fine– I don't really care about the fall. Now just–" 

"I'm not talking about the fall," she interrupted. "I'm talking about how I laughed at you when you confessed to me. I'm sorry. It was meant to laugh at you." You stayed silent at this, still embarrassed at the fact you said anything. 

"If it makes you feel any better, I like you t–" You elbowed her in the stomach and groaned. She wheezed before laughing and tightening her hold on you.

"You made me think I was stupid! Why did you laugh at me?"

"Because I was scared that you didn't like me." She admits as she presses her face against your neck, giggling into your skin. You scoff and cross your arms as a smile creeps up on your lips.

"So, do you forgive me?" She sits up on her elbow to peer over you. 

"I guess I do." You turn to look at her. The eye contact is intense but welcoming. God's you could stare into those Grey eyes all day. They're hypnotizing, majestic, and magnetic. She leans in so closely, you feel her breath on your face. Her lips are the most beautiful you've seen. Slowly but surely, she surrounds you...

BEEP BEEP BEEP

You wake up with a startled yell, your head is covered in sweat and your hair is sticking to your forehead.

"Fuck..." you mutter as you slam your fist onto the off button on the alarm and throw the blanket off of you. You live in an apartment. It's broken down but the best you could do at this point. You had lots of business but you were looking forward to saving up and getting the hell outta Zaun. Finally, you get up and trudge towards your bathroom. You clean yourself up and put your clothes on. Grabbing your gear and knives. You button up your coat and put your mask on, pulling up your hood and making your way to the door. 

Time for either a really boring day, or a really shitty day...