Parallels『𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜』

Chapter Five ♡︎

Life was the same. It was all the same. It was all you remembered. Every day being the same. You woke up in a cold, damp room surrounded by dark green walls with no windows. Buck would be there, he was the only thing, or person, that you saw comfort in. Then you would train with him. You knew he tried not to hurt you, but he was miles better than you. So he did. But you hid it because you couldn’t lose the only thing you had now. You would then sit in the cell. Until you were sent on a mission. 

Missions were the worst, in the last month you’d killed hundreds of innocent people. Of course to you it was just the way life worked. Some people lived and some people died. Simple. The Winter’s Angel was one of the most wanted killers in five different countries. You didn’t even care as you called. Underneath your mask your expression was still, your eyes were emotionless. Your hands no longer shook when you held weapons. You didn’t cry over dead bodies anymore. 

You were dark, unforgiving and cold. The Winter’s Angel.

Today you woke up as you always did, laying on the cold hard floor of the room. You sat up and brushed your hair with an old rusted comb. It was already greasy. It only ever got washed when you were caught in the rain. Buck was still asleep on his side of the room, and you went over and sat in front of the mirror.

You stared at your reflection. Your eyes were sunk and dark circles hung round them. They were bloodshot too, probably from your lack of sleep. Your arms and wrists looked skinny and pale, probably from your lack of sunlight and food. Your hair hung loosely round your face. 

“Don’t overthink it,” said Buck from the other side of the room. You turned to look at him, and he smiled weakly. It honestly didn’t help you. “You look beautiful,”

“No I don’t,” you whispered, messing with your face. 

Buck stood up and walked over to you, he sat down next to you. So both of your reflection were in the mirror. His hair hung loosely around his face too. But he looked infinitely more tired. You looked at Buck in the mirror, as he looked at you. What had you two done to deserve where you were? Surely you had been good people, surely this was not everything you were supposed to get. You wanted to believe this was never your whole life. But it felt like it, it really did. 

“We’re okay,” whispered Buck, “We’re okay because we have each other, we always will. Just me and you.” 

You shook your head, and Buck turned to you, raising your chin. His eyes locked on yours. And you noticed that despite all of him looking tired, his eyes still sparkled blue. “We’re going to be together y/n, I promise you that. I’ve had no one since I can remember, and now I have you. I’m not gonna lose you okay. I won’t let that happen,” you said nothing, instead looking away from him and at the mirror in front of you, pulling at the worry lines that made their way across your cheeks. 

Buck reached for your hand, but the door to your room slammed open. “Mission,” said a guard, throwing both your and Buck’s suits on the floor. You pulled away from Buck, and pushed yourself against the far wall. Despite feeling nothing at the missions, at the murder, you still hated the thought of missions. You hated them.  

Your face fell and your eyes looked lost. Buck couldn’t help but pick up on this, but walked over to pick up his suit and followed the guard out the room to restock his weapons. When the door was closed you breathed in deeply before picking up your suit. Something about the red in it made you shiver. Like it was supposed to show how deadly you were, the blood of your victims. 

You pulled off your tattered shirt and shorts and slid into the suit. Standing in front of the mirror you pulled the mask over your face. You pulled your hair into a ponytail and adjusted the belt of the suit. Then you walked out the room, but came face to face with a ballgown. It was hanging on a cell wall. “Move,” said a guard, pushing you towards the weapons, you noticed Buck grabbing some too. But you realised he wasn’t wearing his usual suit. 

“What are you wearing?” you asked him, looking at him. His hair was pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck and the usual stubble around his face was gone. His eyes seemed brighter and his face seemed less tired. He looked different. 

He handed you a piece of paper. You read through it, a different kind of mission. A ball. It explained the tuxedo and the ballgown. You slid small guns into your belt and attached a thigh holster to your suit and slid in some knives. “Have to go get my dress then,” you said, Buck nodded. 

The dress was a deep blue. It had a lace bodice, that covered the suit on your shoulders but was still low cut so the sapphire pendant hung beautifully around your neck and your chest. The pendant was filled with poison, everything was made to kill. The skirt had a lace overskirt but dark blue silk underneath. A belt made of sapphires sat on your waist, and had tiny hand grenades built inside it. In need of taking off the dress, you would use a knife to cut down the back so you would just have your suit. 

You met Buck at the end of the hallway, he held out his arm for you and you smiled before taking it. A guard handed you two masquerade masks, one navy and gold for you. Buck’s was black and gold. Then you were pushed into the back of a van, like all missions and left in the dark. 

It was a long journey, but the van stopped abruptly almost sending you flying but Buck caught you again, he always did. The doors were thrown open and you stepped out onto a long road in the middle of nowhere and it was pitch black. You were then ambushed into a fancy car parked next to the van. You slid in next Buck and the car started again taking off down the road. 

When the car finally stopped again it had pulled up to an expensive house were many people were exiting expensive cars in lavish dresses and tuxedos. You shared a glance with Buck before leaving the car. He walked round the side and linked arms with you like the others did. The inside of the house was stunning. You walked through to an elegant ballroom, sparkling chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The dance floor was gold, and you stepped onto it from the dark red carpet. 

Buck and you danced for a while, and it felt surprisingly normal. Just to slowly dance in someone's arms. He had one arm round your waist, his metal arm, which he was covering by wearing gloves. The other was holding your hand as he led the dance. You loved the way the dress swayed round your feet, you could wear it forever. 

“Target one,” whispered Buck into your ear, you looked over to see a man in a white tuxedo and gold mask on a balcony. “Let’s move,” Buck said as he danced over closer to where he was. 

You noticed the second target, standing with his wife. He was wearing a dark green tuxedo, matched with his wife’s dress. Both of your targets owned a weapons company, that refused to work with your organisation. So they were going to take them out. Guess that’s what you get for not complying. “Second is over there,” you nodded to the couple who were drinking champagne and talking to guests. This must be their house. 

Buck sighed, “Okay I’ll get the one talking, you get the one up there okay?” you nodded, “If you need help shout in Russian okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, Buck moved away but you stopped him, “Wha- what about his wife?” you asked him. He looked directly at you then looked away. “No witnesses left behind, right,” you chuckled. Everyone in here would be dead or close to it when you were done. You walked away from Buck who watched you for a second. 

Here goes.