AGENT K

wheres an arc where the hero gets morally corrupted by a villain and switches sides and becomes an even bigger threat as a result

“protect asian lives”

asians worldwide are being beaten and killed. and it keeps going unnoticed. if you are being silent, fuck you.

the amount of hate crimes against asians have risen 1900%. it’s not our fucking fault we are in this pandemic. asians arent a virus or a disease. leave us the fuck alone.

now say it again.

     But this thought quickly quiets down when  █████ realises, she isn’t the talk of the town, at least not solely. Instead, she can see a female figure approaching through the reflection behind the bartender until the ominous woman stops right next to her. For a moment, their dark eyes dart light into each other. The ice clinks against the glass when  █████ brings it to her lips. Whiskey on the rocks, the same choice her approacher has made.

     “Boredom”, she repeats and laughs.  █████ now turns around and faces the room again. There is a third option the woman is not taking into account:  █████ enjoys being alone, she always has, but she doesn’t bother to burst the woman’s bubble. “It’s my first night here”, she lies through her teeth effortlessly, “I had to make it worth while. I’m staying not far from here.”

the ground  is much  harder than  she recalls  her bed  to be  ─  yeonhee’s first  thought, believing  she has  been fast  asleep seconds  ago.  there’s slight  confusion until  she’s able  to become  aware of  her surroundings,  taking in  ever detail  (though she  finds not  many to  take in).  with the  tightness around  her neck  and the  darkness shrouding  her gaze,  yeonhee tries  to stand  up, stumbling  towards the  door that  opens once  she leans  against it.

the sudden  brightness hurts  her eyes,  his pitch-black  gaze looks  down on  her.

they feel  it competing  with each  other, a  wave of  rage building  up  ─  aware they  are in  a horrible  condition,  looking down  on their  limbs.  covered in  purple freckles,  dried blood  on their  knuckles.  dizziness takes  over her  head and  they can  hear him  laugh in  the back  of their  mind.  but just  as fast  as he  tried to  come to  the surface  he was  stifled in  the very  same moment,  a choking  pain, rushing  down their  throat as  they fall  to their  knees in  front of  an approaching  figure.

electrified. 

she grabs  the choker  around her  neck, tries  to break  it, of  course with  no success,  without him,  yeonhee is  just another  average person.  weak.

      █████ watches her company crouch down in front of the subject. The cigarette he puffs fills the air with the piercing smell of smoke, and it mixes with the stench of their subject’s burnt flesh and the mothballed odor of the old bedspreads. Light comes glaring through from the screen to her left which is placed in front of the window, glowing day and night to confuse their prisoner. She had escaped before, and tracking her down has proven especially difficult, but, despite her changed exterior, her DNA does not lie - it never does. 

     “Everything for you”, she hears his voice. Holangi places his warm hand on Yeonhee’s cheek, feigning comfort, the quiet before the storm as he would usually call it, and █████ can only roll her eyes at his theatrics, at the warm, alurring exterior to desguise the icy winters within. She has seen this tactic, it is one she has used before as well, but today she is the quiet observer, until she can figure a plan out to use Yeonhee for her full potential. Then, Holangi grabs Yeonhee by her hair and drags her back to her bed. There is a limp as he walks -- a testament of  █████’s ruthlessness when she broke his leg two days ago during a disagreement, despite their accelerated abilities, it hasn’t healed completely.

      █████ nears the bed where Holangi is keeping Yeonhee put. “Don’t worry”, she begins, her voice cold enough to freeze the other with every breath. “You won’t stay here. We’re leaving.” Swift fingers draw handcuffs from Holangi’s belt, and with a quick motion she puts one cuff on Yeonhee, the other one on her own wrists. 

“We can’t stay here for long anyway. If we have found you --”

requested by @ladydeath888

“don’t try to deny it. you would kill me in an instance would my death benefit you.”

“can i trust you?” “wouldn’t count on it. but you can, if you will.”

“you do realize that if i push that dashing little dagger into your heart, your [loved one] will put a hit on my own?”

“you said you’d kill me, amongst other things. so you either live up to those empty promises, or you stop making them.”

“i apologize, sincerely, for bringing him here. and if you want to drive a stake through his heart, i’m all for it.”

“you’re right, something was going on between us. but the truth is, you just don’t do it for me anymore.”

“you’ve got a dagger pointed at my heart.”

“if you’re telling the truth, if you’re so convinced you’ll kill me, do it.” [pause] “if you really wanted me dead, i would have already been six feet deep.”

“i know you don’t trust me, but i really am sorry. trust me, i didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” “yeah, i’m sure you didn’t. things just ‘happened’ to go in your favor.”

“i’ve begun to enjoy your company. never thought i’d say that, but i have.”

“and you’re not one to trust.” “what if you could trust me?” “i wouldn’t. and i won’t. i know better.” “do you? or are you simply trying to convince yourself that you’re better than you truly are?”

“you do better than to walk away.” “you’re right. i should have [walked] away a long time ago.”

“just trust me.” “i don’t trust you.” “just trust me.”

“congratulations. you finally turned me into the monster you always wanted.”

“i didn’t think this would happen.” “i know. that’s the problem. you don’t think.”

“even after everything you and i have been through, you still can’t find it in your heart to trust me?”

“if i wanted you dead, i could have killed you long ago. i decided to spare your life, but now you’re pushing it.”

“i still love him, you know. despite all the misery he’s caused me. i think there’s this part of my heart that’s reserved just for him.”

“i will always love you. always. you have a piece of my heart and it won’t go away.”

“use me, yeah? use me to forget about [what they need to forget about].”

“i won’t let myself get wrapped in your devil’s den.” “you’re already there, love.”

“you shouldn’t. you shouldn’t love me like this.” “i know, but i’m still thinking about you. even when i shouldn’t.”

*when one character chains up the other one* “i really don’t think this is necessary.” “just a precaution, darling.”

“i don’t need to be lectured. especially not by you.”

“your absence from [location] made me forget how utterly dreadful you are.”

“of course. we can’t forget how you let [character] chain you up against [whatever]. had you been smart, you would have negotiated your way out of it.”

“you shouldn’t be here.” “just say the word and i’ll leave. [pause] ’'you don’t want me to [leave], do you?”

“if you’re not interested in my trust, i’m taking it back.”

“of course, you could always choose death.”

“you know, that if any harm comes to me by your hands, they’ll have your head.”

“you killed an innocent man? who killed him?” [looks at their enemy] “of course. of course you did.”

“like i said, they’re allies, not friends. you on the other hand, might qualify as one.”

“sometimes your allies are deadly. and you have to blow a limb or two.”

“you look beautiful.” “you’re trying to manipulate me.” as a response to not accepting the compliment: “this is very unattractive behavior. i can see why you’re still single.”

“i’m not as bad as you think i am. there’s a beating heart in there, [long pause] somewhere.”

“you could take his ring, but not my peace offering? consider my feelings hurt.”

“there’s not a lot i would do for [character], expect get down on my knees.”

“i tried to be vulgar.” “not suitable for that pretty little head of yours.”

*grabs collar, yanks enemy close* “i recognize that perfume” *smirks*

“are you gonna pull that trigger?”

“mark my words, i’m going to kill you.” “go right ahead, love. i’m right here.”

“i’ll see you in hell.” “i’m sure the devil will greet us both with open arms.”