Run and Hide (Agent 47 x Reader)

Chapter 5: Didn't know

Is it common to have dreams of your most remembered memories? The brain brings panic as a defense mechanism for the same incident may occur once more. Such shock and stress stacked in seconds of the lifetime's moment are enough to cause that. But this problem will only be created depending on how the person approaches it at the very beginning.

You were trying to save the hostages by pretending there is a fire, so you made small one letting smoke fume to trigger the sprinklers. Like in the movies, but that's not how it works. The sprinklers must be turned on at a specific temperature in truth.

It was uncalled for the flames to spread. You panicked under the stress of the situation. Everyone will likely die, and you were the reason for Your failed attempt to save everybody. The invaders implanted bombs. They didn't know that there is an outside factor that will cause the bombs to go off earlier than scheduled.

You were the first to saw the dangerous devices, so your last action to repent a part of your sin. You saved your next door hospital buddy using a nearby extinguisher to smash the window open while barging into his room.

Nothing else matters but his safety first. The only friend you made it out of that building. Successfully hid him in a smelly trash box the next objective is your escape.

Run. Just run, and don't look back. Distract these horrible men from him and don't die. You do not want to die. Don't want to die.

Simply.

I DON'T WANT TO DIE.

The body and instincts scream with its adrenaline pumping. Each breath feels massive and rapid. Guns went rapid fire. Even so, it is difficult to shoot a moving target many yards away.

So lucky and yet terrifying. Where will you go? The police are here for the sirens are wailing. The same for the screams of burning victims and explosions.

You didn't know this will happen.
But it did.

YOU.
KILLED.
THEM.
ALL.

The heart was pounding in the rib cage. It was the only sound you heard waking up from your slumber. The chest is rising and falls in a constant pattern in an unhealthy matter. The sun is up, and there is no one present thankfully. It's so painful the emotion that swells in your mind and heart. The cold feeling like metal in your chamber, but that is also a deep burning amber at the same time.

Hugging yourself in reaction to restrain any further emotional pain. Swallowing down any memories relating to that horrid dream that may come up. No harm has come your way. You are not followed by anyone. You are not captured or dragged away to an interrogation room. Safe.

Within the long twenty minutes, you regain focus examining the area. Still in the woods but you swear you will need a shower if you stay outside more than two days or else a nasty stench will arrive from filth and sweat. Going to a hotel as risky as it feels more relaxing than in a sleeping bag for the rest of the first week. It was the afternoon when waking up. You took the bus after biking and walking for a few hours due to sore feet while paying off the bus fees. Many already can tell you are a foreigner or tourist from your luggage and clothes.

With the blessings of the headphones that protected against communication pulling out the laptop with the flash drive connected. The WiFi is accessible from the bus but no one is aware of the unethical methods you can do. Stealing money from other's bank accounts is not that difficult when getting their passwords and personal information found. The best part is no one will know where or who done it. The bus is moving and it could be anyone. The heists are only a few dollars or pounds, in the context of the environment, from unsuspecting victims. The damage is minor, but overall the collected information you keep that with you for safety reasons.

You dropped off to the decided destination from the map. Going to a hotel called Cosyade near the outskirts of Bourbourg arriving at the dead of night. The check-in was quick when stating you got here from the ferry. The counter ran by a young lady, who looks to be a part-timer, gave you your room keys after paying some fees. The only thing you can think of is the bathroom to relieve human waste products and a bath.

It is pleasant to be on the second floor and have a bed all for yourself when it is meant for two. Mostly mute colors, with the only window's curtain, is colored with vibrant red and in contrast with the vertically striped brown and beige. The bathroom is smaller than an average cubicle but at least it has a place to take a shower that is on your right upon entering. You didn't pay for the most expensive room, but this is enough for the week. After completing the main priorities you collapse into the soft cushion. Resting the muscles and bones from all the recent travels made.

The body is relaxed yet the brain, in contrast, is up and running sifting through plans and rough ideas for the next city to run to. There is no time for sightseeing when crossing the cities while in a rush. Here in the hotel, there are such moments to spare. The view is nice and there is a field nearby. You can easily escape through the window if necessary. Of course, there is a problem here and there. Looking back on your appearance a new look on hair, so why not dye it into a different color? Already have some natural looking wigs to disguised so it doesn't hurt to have a splash of unnatural color into the mix.

Rummaging through the duffel bag pulling out a few bottles of hair dye wondering which to put on. You ended on the note to have a silver-gray hair so it will be easier to dye it into another color if necessary. With the addition of tufts of purple on the tips of the hair. The time difference does not help at all because of the morning's fatigue and the sleepless nights. To be originally from America and now on the other side of the world in Europe, the sleeping schedule is becoming a mess. 

Little did you know luck is on your side, but it will also run out soon.