yuh turtles
ayeee
The silence clawed at my brain, leaving a whirlwind of questions in my head. What do I even say?
"I can't believe you're actually alive," I said in almost a whisper. It wasn't what I wanted to say at all, but there was still the fear that I was hallucinating. After all, the psychiatrist told me it was possible with my current mental state. "Are you really pissed because you're family is dead?"
I kept my eyes glued in front of me.
Suddenly, my legs stopped. It was like I lit a small campfire inside of me, only I accidentally burned a piece of grass, setting off a smoking wildfire. I couldn't walk, because walking required strength. "So all your stupid anger towards me was because you hated yourself? God! And I thought I was emotionally unstable! Hear me out, Jean. No one gives a flying fuck that you didn't like your family, because you know what? Family sucks sometimes. Not everyone has loving parents and shit. And - and that's o…kay.."
I was talking like a therapist, and it shocked me. It shocked me that I still empathized with another soul. Perhaps it was only because he killed people too. Thankfully, I stopped myself before I could further embarrass my ego.
"Shut the hell up. I didn't ask to be counseled. See this is why I didn't want to tell you, you'd go soft thinking I'm soft."
I sigh, pausing my legs after noticing that Anubis stopped walking. I turned toward him to face him, the sun just starting to rise. How much time had passed since I last looked at the clock? I rub my face in frustration, shrugging at him.
"I don't need any help, especially from you." I say, pointing at him, as I turn around and continue to walk.
"I'll collect the money. Come to my house at midnight to get your share." I don't bother to see if he remains standing there or starts to walk.
"Bye, Anubis."
tell ur mother ur leaving herreeee
"I can't believe you're actually alive," Anubis mutters almost too quiet for me to hear.
I roll my eyes, remembering that night when I locked eyes with him. Panic was in his eyes. Nothing was in mine, except for the redness. He ran. I had nothing to say to him, so I kept quiet yet again.
"Are you really pissed because your family is dead?" He spits out, causing me to freeze in my tracks. I blink my eyes slowly, turning my head in the opposite direction of his voice as I inhale quickly.
"Are you really going to bring that up?" I return with a cold, calm voice.
"Bye, Anubis."
I shifted my legs, but I couldn't walk. I just kept my eyes on the ground and muttered loud enough so he could hear. "We have another job together, actually. This one is different though." Taking a deep breath, I pull myself together and run to catch up with Jean.
"We aren't murdering some petty girl, but this is a request by the government. They noticed our skills, which seems sketch because we should be in jail… but you know how it is. Corruption and all that. They want us to infiltrate a base in Europe to steal some information? Or something? I wasn't told of too many details in case we declined. It's paying a shit load of money, so I don't think it will be wise to decline, GG. Plus, all the benefits and new job offers we could get. Imagine all the cool weapons they'll give us!" Somehow I managed to close the emotion gate shut, and my voice perked up. If he didn't need my help, I wouldn't offer any. I obviously helped enough, anyways. Tsk.
yallllll
"Are you really going to bring that up?"
I snapped my head towards him, my voice raising ever so slightly. He doesn't look at me. I ignore his comment and keep going. "You can't possibly tell me you miss your family? The one you hated so much?"
I remember seeing Kris.
His blank, knowing face.
There's no way Jean could ever love him.
"We have another job together." God, I could just turn around and snap his neck where he stands. I know I'd feel bad, though. I don't know why, but I feel like that's where I draw the line. I'll beat Anubis senseless without hesitation, but I wouldn't kill him.
"This one is different though." I don't care what the hell it was. I didn't want to be near another human being for the next week and a half.
"We aren't murdering some pretty girl, but this is a request by the government." I froze in my tracks. The government?
"They noticed our skills, which seems sketch because we should be in jail." I turned around at Anubis with a concerned expression.
"They noticed us?"
"You know how it is. Corruption and all that."
How does Anubis know this isn't a trap?
"They want us to infiltrate a base in Europe to steal some information? Or something?"
"Steal what information? From who? What are they going to do with it?" I begin to walk closer to Anubis, hitting him with one question after another.
"I wasn't told of too many details in case we declined."
My thoughts begin running already, debating on whether the job was worth dealing with this shit-head of a person for even longer. I almost decided against it, but then Anubis added in the last part.
"It's paying a shit load of money, so I don't think it will be wise to decline, GG. Plus, all the benefits and new job offers we could get. Imagine all the cool weapons they'll give us!"
What if I started working for the government? Would they throw me in jail as soon as our job is finished? Give me a free pass to kill whoever I wanted? Or give me the money and forget about me? I look at Anubis and sigh heavily.
"You've already accepted it, didn't you?"
dang my original is long lol
"They're still family." I snap. "I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, would you." I finish, my voice cold. I didn't know his family well, and he practically never talked about them. Not that I cared, but Anubis spent most of his time at our house. I turn around to lock eyes with him.
"You've already accepted it, didn't you?" I return Jean's stare with a smirk.
"Hell yeah, baby! What we if get machine guns? Or, better yet, cool outfits and shit? We can also improve on our spying and stealth, and our speed, and basically all of our stats. Just say yes, GG. Please. If something bad happens, we'll get out of it together!"
I was beyond excited. I accepted the offer because I didn't know if Jean would say yes, so I figured, why not force him to? There were a lot of risks and questions, but what's life without a little bit of fun?
loops
I raise my eyebrows at him, sick of his excuses. "Family don't leave you with bruises and black eyes. Just because you share the same DNA, doesn't mean jack shit and you fucking know this! If anything I did you a goddamn favor!" At some point I must have stopped walking, because now I was simply facing Jean in pent-up anger. My eye twitched, and my fists were clenched. I so badly wanted to reach into my pocket and pull out the lighter.
"Hell yeah, baby! What we if get machine guns?"
I look down at the ground at Anubis' response. I knew he'd be so quick like that. Didn't even ask my opinion, the bastard. I huff at him and look back up as he continues going on about the reward.
"Or, better yet, cool outfits and shit? We can also improve on our spying and stealth, and our speed, and basically all of our stats."
Anubis pauses and, must have realized my face, considering to turn him down and tell him to go on his own, because he persists once again.
"Just say yes, GG. Please. If something bad happens, we'll get out of it together!"
I look back down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with him as hearing his excitement and genuine lust for adventure filled his cheery, childish voice. My head raises up as I lock eyes with Anubis, my eyebrows furrowed in anticipation for what awaits us.
"Let's steal some shit, Anny." I say, the corners of my mouth twitching into a grin.
time for the e m os
You call that a fucking favor?" I start, raising my voice and taking a few steps towards him as I lean forward.
"You call ruining any chances my family had to improve a favor?!" I'm yelling at this point, but we're far enough away from anyone to hear us, I hope.
"You call leaving me to stare at the corpses of the only people that stayed in my life without an ounce of grief for them a favor?!"
I throw my hands in the air and shake my head.
"I fucking hate myself for not even giving a single shit for their death," I pause, holding up a hand and pointing at Anubis, "and it's your FUCKING fault."
I raised my eyebrows at his sudden cooperation. Anny? That's new. It was terrible boring, but I grinned anyways.
time skip to a really long time later
I stepped into an office with body guards following behind, but they weren't there to protect me. A woman in a black suit with wavy, black hair sat behind the desk. She had a serious expression on her face, similar to Jean's, but more intimidating. I carefully sat down into one of the two stiff chairs. The office was rather bland, with the usual paperwork on the desk and shelves on the side. A small golden name tag sat next to the woman's computer, but it was facing her. I spotted an M.
"Anubis, right? Is Jean on his way?" she spoke with a sophisticated voice.
"Yes, ma'am." I adjusted my tie and shifted in the chair uncomfortably. Jean, where the fuck are you?
"While we wait, we'll have to discuss contracts and such… actually we can have lawyers do that for you, no? When Jean arrives, let's talk about your job. I don't want to regret assigning you boys."
I nodded my head, and a sense of relief ran through me when I heard the door open behind me. The familiar black-haired man strolled in.
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If words were daggers, Jean's was probably a thumb tack because honestly? weak sis.
I stared at him in disgust. "Oh so it's my fault that you don't feel anything!" I retaliated, tempted to fucking hit him or something. "News flash, Jean, whether they're breathing or not, your feelings about them would never change. They're going to die one way or the other and you're going to be the same cold, heartless asshole you've always been! Fuck you for blaming your issues on everyone else! And fuck you for being so weak that you couldn't stand up to your own stupid family. You can't help people who are ignorant!"
By the end, my voice had basically given out from yelling. I was panting hard, and my fists were clenched to the point that my nails dug deep into my skin. My eye was twitching, but I refused to break eye contact with Jean.
I adjust my tie again, hating to wear something so formal, but I essentially didn't have a choice. I look over at the hardened eyes from the guards staring me down as I open the door and step in. Anubis was already sitting in front of the lady. They both turn to look at me, and I can see the relief in Anubis' eyes as I approach the two, my eyes shifting from Anubis slowly to the lady. She stands up as I get close enough and offers me her hand.
"Good morning, Mr. White. I appreciate you coming all this way to speak with me. My name is Michelle and I'll be giving you the details on your mission. Please, have a seat." I shake Michelle's hand and take a seat next to Anubis, glimpsing at him one last time before Michelle began on her speech about the mission.
time for some real jean shit
I hate him, but I especially hate him right now.
"You know damn well I chose not to fight back. Are you fucking asking for a punch?" I hiss, but the threat was empty. I wouldn't fight him again, I couldn't stoop that low anymore. It didn't matter, either way I was done with him. We can't even be together for one day without him starting some shit, so maybe he was better off disappearing like he does to everyone.
"I'm going home. You can collect your shit if you want it tomorrow morning, it'll be on the table."
I turn around and start walking away.
I tried to relax now that Jean was here, but my fingers still flinched at any type of movement from Michelle.
"This is the plan. You will stay here for a week, so that we can get fake ID's and such for you to be able sneak into the government building. Anubis, I trust that you will be able to hack into their system and make it so that you two are new workers. Do not let them question anything. You will also learn to speak in an accent, of course. We will teach you everything you need to know in a week.
"Now, the actual mission. We will fly you to an abandoned area in Great Britain. You will have to find a way in yourself, and we will send with you coordinates of the building. Inside that building, there are some documents you'll need to steal. We will send you the room of that, too…"
Michelle continued on and on for ages, and I nearly spaced out. For once, I was relying on Jean to pay attention, if we're being completely honest here. I perked up at her last couple words.
"The last thing I need you to steal is a special weapon they're creating. The issue is, we don't know what it is, or if it exists, but that is what you two are there for. After all that, you will need to stay at the job for a couple of months so that the government officials there aren't suspicious. We will lose connection with you after, so you'll have to buy tickets back to America on your own. This is for the best, but I assume you are perfectly capable, no? Any questions?"
I hesitated, processing the gigantic load of information. I looked back and forth between Michelle and Jean. "What about living arrangements?"
"That will be taken care of for you. Of course, we are low on budget so you will not have the luxury of having different rooms in Europe. However, while you stay at this facility, you may enjoy the rooms here. Anything else?" I shook my head and waited for Jean's response.
ok so after this reply i think everything else is around the same except the drunk scene and if you wanna redo any others lemme know cuz i cant remember all the scenes
I stared at him as he walked off. No. No, no, no, not again. Don't leave me, GG. It feels worse knowing you're alive to hate me.
I laughed it off, calling to him. "That's a shame, because the government decided to recruit the both of us. I imagine the pay is better than this job, too." Stop walking. Turn around. Please.
why r u relying on me to listen when u didnt even state all the info
I'm silent and still while she spoke. I absorbed every bit of information and attempted to memorize each word as it was said.
"What about living arrangements?" Anubis asked after she ended.
"That will be taken care of for you. Of course, we are low on budget so you will not have the luxury of having different rooms in Europe."
I raise an eyebrow at Anubis, to see his reaction.
"However, while you stay at this facility, you may enjoy the rooms here. Anything else?"
Anubis shakes his head and looks at me, as if I'm supposed to respond.
"What makes you think they're creating a weapon? Do you have an agent on the inside or is it all just conspiracy? Do you have reason to believe they plan to use the weapon on you? What will us going in and stealing from them do to prevent that from happening, especially if it isn't real and we just stole documents from them, giving them a reason to attack us?"
hmm screaming
My steps pause, but I don't turn around. Instead my head falls to the ground.
What the hell is wrong with this kid?
"I don't get involved with the government. Clearly they're just trying to catch us. Thought a smartass like you would see through that."
Though my words indicate I wasn't interested, I don't continue walking; I wait for his reply.
Michelle chuckles. "Jean, I understand this sounds very suspicious, however please do believe we have our own reasoning. We cannot trust you fully with that information, as this is your first job, no? Do not worry about silly semantics, just do as your told, and all will end well. Although, I can tell you that there is another agent on the inside, but they are not skilled in thievery. Great Britain cannot become any more powerful than it already is - any weapon poses as a threat to every nation.
And, they won't attack us. Why? Because you two will do so well, that they will never notice. Right?" She smiles at us, but it wasn't a kind smile. It was threatening. "Okay, bodyguards, go take them to their rooms. We will start training tomorrow morning."
The two of us sat up and shook Michelle's hands. Then, we were led through various hallways until we reached two doors. I tried to memorize where we went as a habit. The guards didn't leave.
"Wait, Jean, come into my room for a bit. We should-" I glanced at the guards, "-chill."
hfie
I took a step closer. "Yeah, that's what I thought too, but I've gotten plenty of fake emails before, FBI pretending to be lost souls. I did some searching and this email isn't like the others. It's straightforward, no hidden tricks, and it's written in a way that seems almost illegal. As if it's not coming from an ambush, but more of a corrupt politician. It's desperate."
Was that convincing enough? I didn't lie. The government was full of corruption. That's not why I know it isn't a trap.
I exhale, feeling threatened by Michelle. Her withholding of information about the mission she expects me to execute was frustrating in of itself, but her passive aggressive indication that she expects nothing but perfection from us-with Anubis on the team? Talk about mission impossible. The body guards lead us to our respective rooms, but Anubis stopped me.
"Wait Jean, come into my room for a bit. We should-" He glances at the guards, as if to communicate something to me. Did he want me to get rid of the guards? Is he serious? I sigh heavily and swallow my pride. I approach Anubis, and as the guards step closer I turn around and raise a defensive hand.
"Hey, actually, could you give us a little…privacy?" I wink suggestively at the guards, causing them to roll their eyes and turn to walk away.
"Ya might wanna cover your ears, he screams loud!" I mutter at the guard before he left.
I turn to Jean, my expression a complete contrast than the one I had when looking at the guards.
"What do you want." I ask in a more demanding tone than a questioning one.
Hmmm suddenly jean doesn't wanna call him anny
I shake my head at him, hearing him coming closer, but not reacting just yet. I think about Anubis's capabilities. He is smart, so he wouldn't have even brought this up if he had the slightest doubts, right? I turn around to face him.
"Do you know what we have to do?"
My face was like >:O the entire time.
I could not believe my ears. That is not what I meant at all. In fact, I didn't even think of saying anything to the guards, I just wanted to be secretive. Damn, I have to get him back later. In pure anger, I ripped the door open, motioning Jean inside. "Small dicks first!"
He walks into the rather large room. The theme was monotone, classy marble counter tops matched with dark brown wood. A window in place for a wall allowed a wondrous view of the city. The room was basically a mini penthouse.
"You know, there are a million other excuses you could have made. Are you just that into me, babe?" I smirk, prepared to shield myself in case he threw something at me. Tch, for the record, I do not scream loud.
blah blah jean says something and kills anubis,,,, (this is where u can break the convo or whaterver)
"Anyways, I do not trust Michelle one bit, but we can't really back out of it now, so let's just do what we can, okay?"
"You know, there are a million other excuses you could have made." I roll my eyes and enter the room examining the interior design as Anubis continues.
"Are just that into me, babe?"
Without saying anything, I curl my hand into a fist and swing it around me, socking Anubis in the cheek. After rubbing my knuckles, I give Anubis time to recover.
"You had something important to say?"
"Anyways," He pauses, giving me a glare. "I do not trust Michelle one bit, but we can't really back out of it now, so let's just do what we can, okay?"
I agree, Michelle is shady. I plan on taking her words with a grain of salt anyway. I raise my eyebrows at Anubis' retort of our inability to back out.
"And who's fault is that?"
I rub my cheek, pouting, "You fucking agreed to it, don't forget that, GG."
time skip to the next morning lmao
The knocking on my door continued for a solid five minutes. It's just a dream, Anubis.
Wait. No, it isn't.
I jumped up and ripped the door open to see the bodyguards from yesterday. The shorter one spoke, "It's time for training. We will show you to the weapon room. Wake up your friend and meet us at the end of the hallway."
I rolled my eyes, ready to beat up Jean for the comment yesterday. Now the damn guards think we're gay or something. Gross.
I open Jean's door without knocking. Oh, wonderful, he's still asleep. I grab the first thing I see, a cup full of pens, and chuck it at Jean's head. "Wakey wakey!"
I awake with a start swinging my hands for a few seconds. My eyes are blurry and my head dizzy as they slowly grow into focus. The face of the devil looked me in the eyes with an ass-eating smirk.
"Fucking hell, Anubis! You really wanna test me further after yesterday?"
I'm already sitting upright on the bed, my legs swung over to hang down the side. I rub my face groggily and grab my hairband, put my hair up into the man-bun.
"What do you want?" I mutter as I stand up and grab my dark gray sweater, putting it on while considering shoving a dresser in front of the door to keep Anubis out next time.
Jean wakes up, stupidly punching the air. "We're being shown to the weapon room, so hurry up."
I leave the room with Jean following suit. The bodyguards begin to walk as soon as they see us coming. They somehow lead us through the maze of corridors, going a different direction from yesterday. We end up at a large gym type room, filled with target practice, and weapons.
So many different types of gear.
Holy shit.
Immediately, I rush to the wall of swords. My fingers run over each and every one, feeling the smooth metals against my skin. There was a myriad of select types. I doubt Britain workers even needed weapons, so practicing with a sword would render useless. I watched as Jean wandered towards the knives. Gazing at the gun section, I headed to that part of the room.
A familiar voice called from behind. "Each gun you see there is perfectly silent. We have created technology to cancel out the sound waves and make killing more stealthier than ever. Of course, this must be kept a secret, no?" I turned my head to greet Michelle.
I eyed a 9mm semi-automatic handgun, specifically made for all hands. I picked it up with my left hand and walked to the target. With an outstretched, rather shaky arm, I aimed for the head of the metal human cutout and pulled the trigger. I wildly missed, having not shot a gun in years. The bullet didn't even hit the target.
"Well." I muttered in frustration, dropping the gun at my side.
I refrain a chuckle as Michelle watches in disappointment, but musters up a smile nonetheless.
It's a good thing we're training. I think to myself as I grab a throwing knife.
"Don't worry, miss." I call out to Michelle from across the room. I grip the throwing knife and hold it up, pointing it at Anubis and making eye contact with him. I launch the knife in his direction, adding a slight spin to it so that the handle will be facing him when it reaches him. On instinct, Anubis catches the knife directly in front of his face. I smirk at his achievement and turn back to Michelle.
"He's not completely helpless. He's got a few tricks up his sleeve, and he might not even realize it." I look back over at Anubis, who's just now realizing what just happened.
anubis cried 4ever
omg this is so weird I’m on my phone bye
"Don't worry, miss," Jean says. What is he planning? Oh, fuck. Is he just going to show off? That he's clearly stronger than me? Jean picks up a knife and locks eyes with me, smoothly throwing the weapon. I habitually caught the knife with my non-dominant hand. I wasn't sure if I was more shocked at my apparently-up-to-date skills, or the fact that Jean helped redeem me.
"He's not completely helpless. He's got a few tricks up his sleeve, and he might not even realize it." I squinted at Jean, wondering if he was truly being sincere, or if he was patronizing me.
"I'm just rusty. Haven't shot with a gun since-" I stopped myself. Since you killed Jean's family? My eyes flickered towards Jean accidentally. "-well, a long time." I placed the gun and the knife down, searching for any other weapon. I came across golden ninja stars and golden brass knuckles. Casually I put on the knuckles with a smirk. "Jean, it's your turn to show off your skills. Do something." I look over to Michelle. "GG here is really strong, I swear."
Anubis exhales as he takes in what just happened. He squinted at me, as if I didn't just redeem his ass.
"I'm just rusty. Haven't shot with a gun since-" He pauses and looks at me, his eyes flicker with the events those years ago. Has he really not fired a gun since then? Has it been that long? He continues, attempting to brush off the silence.
"-well, a long time." He places the gun and knife down, picks up some brass knuckles and puts it on, grinning.
"Jean, it's your turn to show off your skills."
As if I didn't just do that.
"Do something."
I roll my eyes and grab a handful of knives then throw them all at Anubis's face haha!
okay im time skipping uhhhhhhhhhh
I fumble at the tie in an attempt to tighten it as I sigh heavily. It's been a long day of training, which mostly consisted of Michelle explaining what we should focus on and where we should train more on because we're not "as adapt" at certain fields. She said in a few weeks we'll do the mock missions in which we'll try to sneak in through a building that they secured and filled with guards and retrieve the specific item. She explained the rules of how they'll grade us, but I knew Anubis stopped listening within seconds. Even if he was listening, he would probably break the rules anyway.
I look at myself in the mirror, fix my bun, and leave to the hall, following the guard to the dining hall.
I wonder if Anubis is there already.
I opened the door to the dining hall, slightly anxious for the first dinner here. I had absolutely no table manners. Michelle was sitting on one end, and a few other strangers in suits. I sighed in relief, as I wore a dark maroon button up and a white tie. Jean walked in behind me
"Take a seat, boys! These are some men specialized in the Britain Project," Michelle waved to the empty chairs on her left as she introduced the men to us. "I was just telling them about how excited I am that I chose you two for this project. Talent is just reeking off of you!" I smiled at her, wondering if she told them we were ex-hitmen.
"Thank you, ma'am. We're thankful for the opportunity," I sat down next to Michelle, with Jean on my right. My eyes wandered to the food on table. Exquisite, expensive, looking dishes scattered across the table. It felt a little surreal. Even the silverware was glimmering. I inhaled sharply, feeling slightly intimidated by the fancy men and fancy food and - oh god, I've never dealt with this before. I gazed over at Jean, watching what he would do.