1 In the Beginning Comes the Fall
A/N: The dates of the Wildfire virus outbreak have been moved slightly from Canon, not that it will affect the story, but if I don't note it I know someone will call it out. Enjoy
Life had been good for Y/N in high school. Hard but good. He lived with his grandmother, Margaret, after his parents were killed in a car crash when he was a baby. She was the only family he had ever known. Life was tough and they didn't have a lot of money growing up, but the house was filled with love.
Growing up without a lot can send a person in two ways. They can either fall into the trap of blaming the world for their situation and becoming perennially stuck in it, or they can use it as motivation to push themselves towards a better life. Y/N had definitely fallen into the latter category.
He excelled in two sports, football and boxing, as well as academics. He had tried out in freshman year in 2008, already being large for his age, and had made the senior team that year. He had excelled as a wide receiver and in his Sophomore year he had been offered a full scholarship to the University of Georgia.
He hadn't rested on his laurels though. He continued to train and study hard, winning the US youth national boxing championship in 2009 in the Heavyweight (81kg-91kg) category, and had backed it up in 2010, as well as going on to win Gold at the 2010 Youth Olympics in the same weight class. His athletic achievements had brought some stipends and grants to help him 'be all he could be'. Nothing extravagant, but enough to help the household and supplement Margaret's meagre pension.
Y/N had also worked hard academically, holding a 4.25 gpa while taking subjects such as AP Calculus, Biology, Chemistry, Physics and Algebra. Finally, he also had a beautiful girl on his arm, Amy Harrison.
The two had known each other and been friends since grade school. They had grown close and developed crushes in middle school before they had began dating in Freshman year. Their third anniversary was coming up in a couple of weeks and Y/N was trying to save for a weekend away in Savannah for the pair.
Y/N was happy with his life. He worked hard and got the results of his work. Everyone who knew him liked him, he was thought of as being friendly, kind, loyal and hard-working. The kind of man who would give you the shirt off his back if it came to it. His world came crashing down one day in early May 2010 when his grandmother got a call on her mobile phone. Margaret was laying down when the call came in. She had been feeling unwell and fatigued for a couple of months, had gone to numerous doctors and had expensive tests done before she had been sent to Wellstar Douglas Hospital three days earlier for a specialist appointment. Y/N knew she was waiting for the important call and so rushed over and answered:
"Hello"
"Ah yes Hello there. I'm looking for Mrs Margaret L/N. Is this her number?"
"It is. I'm her grandson, Y/N L/N. She's just having a rest at the moment, she wasn't feeling well."
"Understandable. This is Dr. Singer from Wellstar Douglas, your grandmother's test results have come back in. Can you ask her to come into the hospital to my office tomorrow morning please, Y/N?"
A horrible sense of dread took hold of Y/N, he felt his heart race and his stomach knot.
"Is everything ok, Dr. Singer?" Y/N asked with papable panic in his voice. He heard the doctor sigh.
"I'm afraid I can't discuss anything over the phone. Please tell your grandmother to come, the sooner the better. Thank you, Y/N."
"Thanks, Doc" Y/N said as a cold feeling of numbness started to overtake him. He returned to his dining room, where Amy was sat with her best friend, Clementine Marsh.
The three Seniors were having a post school afternoon study session. Amy and Clementine were chatting happily until Y/N returned, looking like he'd seen a ghost.
Amy panicked seeing the look on his face and as he took his seat next to her she gently grabbed his hands.
"Is everything ok babe?" she asked worriedly.
Y/N looked at his girlfriend blankly for a moment before offering a fake smile she saw through as he replied:
"Yeah, that was the Doc from the hospital. He wants Nanna to go in tomorrow morning for her test results. I'm not going to school, I need to go with her."
Amy smiled, rubbing the back of her boyfriends muscular neck before leaning across and kissing him gently on the lips.
"Hey, I'm sure it's going to be fine"
--~--
Y/N and Margaret were sat in Dr Singer's office. They had been waiting for a couple of minutes that had felt like an eternity to Y/N. The doctor finally entered and smiled as he greeted the pair, Y/N standing to shake the man's hand. As they both sat Y/N's breath hitched in his throat, a horrible fear growing as the doctor began to speak:
"Thank you for coming in, Mrs L/N. As you know your platelets and white blood cell counts were irregular which is why you were referred to me, we-"
"Doc, come on" Y/N exclaimed, his grandmother gently rubbing his arm, seeing how worried her grandson was. She smiled and calmed him, saying gently: "it's ok, dear. Please go on, Dr. Singer."
The doctor sighed in understanding. "Your bone marrow biopsy has confirmed the Leukemia diagnosis."
Margaret nodded, having already suspected cancer. Y/N looked like he was about to break down as he stared at the doctor in shock, stammering:
"Leu...leu... cancer?"
The doctor nodded as Y/N turned to his grandmother as tears welled in his eyes. The doctor continued:
"I am sorry for this diagnosis, but we have caught it early. You've got a form of cancer known as chronic myeloid leukaemia. As I said we appear to have caught it early, there's just the issue of..."
"Not having insurance" Margaret replied with no emotion in her voice, stoically holding herself together.
"Yes. I'm afraid without insurance you will need to pay for treatment. We would need to look at several courses of chemotherapy, starting as soon as possible. You will then be treated with a daily chemo tablet named a tyrosine kinase inhibitor. They too will be expensive. You will be billed for treatment, we wouldn't deny you it, but again it will be expensive.
"How much are we looking out doc?" Y/N asked as his brain went 100 miles a minute. Dr Singer sighed. He hated this part of his job.
"Approximately $100,000 for several treatments of chemotherapy, and the tki will be just over $28,000 a year."
"A hundred thou..." Y/N asked in shock. The doctor continued:
"Go home for today, process everything, but we need to start your chemo as soon as possible. I'll have our receptionist call you tomorrow, organise a time for you to come have your first treatment. I am sorry."
--~--
Margaret was shocked the next day when Y/N was home just after three. It was Wednesday, he was never home until well after six on Wednesdays.
"What are you doing here, Y/N? Was training cancelled?" she called out from her chair in the lounge.
"No, I blew it off. How are you feeling?" Y/N answered as he walked in the door with Amy.
Margaret was shocked- Y/N was never the kind of person to blow off a responsibility, especially football training.
"What do you mean you blew it off? And I'm fine, Y/N."
He walked in the lounge with Amy, hand in hand. Margaret smiled at the girl. Amy was kind and sweet, and she was so happy the couple were together. She was a good girl, good to Y/N and he was good to her.
"Oh hello Amy dear. Sorry I didn't realise you were here" Margaret said, leaning up to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, I didn't want Y/N alone. I'm so sorry for your diagnosis Nanna" Amy said sadly. Margaret smiled again. She had known Amy since she was a little girl. Such a kind and respectful girl. In the worst case Margaret was grateful Amy would be there to look after Y/N.
"No need to be love, it is what it is. I'm more worried about why this one is missing training" Margaret said as the two hugged.
"Do you want a cup of tea, nanna?" Y/N asked.
"No, love. I want to know what's going on" Margaret said sternly, giving her grandson that look.
Y/N had always been a good boy for his Nanna. It was very rare that he would even misbehave when he was a small child, and a stern look was often enough for him to apologise. He sighed and chuckled, replying:
"You don't have to look at me like that, Nan. I picked this up from admin today. I just need you to sign it."
Margaret looked puzzled at the form that was pulled from Y/N's backpack and noticed Amy's sadness. Her mouth and eyes opened wide as she read the form, it was a withdrawal from school form.
"Y/N what.. what is this?" Margaret asked in concern.
"I'm dropping out of school, I'm gonna go to the boxing club tomorrow and ask around. The boys are always saying there's jobs going. And don't even try to talk me out of it Nan, the school counsellor tried for three hours. We need to get the money to pay for your treatment."
18 months later
Y/N stretched his 6'3" frame as he yawned and turned off his blaring alarm next to him. He swung his legs off the side of the bed and smiled as he looked over his shoulder. Amy was asleep next to him. She and Clementine were on fall break from their first year at UGA and were both staying with Y/N and Margaret. Their parents had gone on an extended vacation together, both couples having been friends since the girls were little, and had gone down to Florida.
Y/N dressed quickly, putting on track pants and a muscle tank top. Once he tied his shoes he leant down and kissed Amy's lips. She smiled as she woke with the kiss, kissing him back and whispering:
"What time is it?"
"Just gone 6am. Go back to sleep love" Y/N whispered as he pecked her lips again. He turned to stand as Amy reached for him, whispering as she did:
"Can you go a little late, today... just ten minutes?"
"I'm not sure, I'm on a set schedule and Mr Shaw has been damn good to m-"
Y/N cut himself off as he turned around and smiled, his eyes lighting up as Amy had unbuttoned her pink pyjama top, letting it fall to the sides and exposing her perky, milky, c cup breasts to her boyfriend as she smiled seductively.
Y/N couldn't help but give in to temptation, squeezing Amy's breast lovingly as he leant down and kissed her passionately, Amy opening her mouth in the kiss, granting her lover access as she moaned into his mouth.
--~--
Y/N left the bedroom at 7:15am, sweating as he popped his tank top back on. He walked through the open plan kitchen and looked over at the couch in the lounge where Clementine was sleeping and to his horror she had a pillow bent in half covering her ears and face. Y/N stopped to pour himself a glass of water and Clementine heard him, removing the pillow and narrowing her eyes at him.
"Morning Clem" Y/N said nonchalantly. Clementine continued to death stare him and said grumpily:
"I know you two think you're being quiet, but you're really not."
After an awkward apology Y/N was on his way towards the front door when he was surprised to see his Nanna exiting her bedroom. He stopped and turned quickly, walking over to the cupboard above the fridge and pulling out a thick envelope.
"Hey Nanna, you were already asleep when I got home last night. Here's the $2400 for your Imatinib."
Margaret's chemotherapy had been successful, the cancer had gone into remission, but she was now on cancer blocking medication. She needed to pay $2400 a month for the rest of her life for her medication, at least until it finally went generic, at which time the cost would drop. Margaret smiled at Y/N and thanked him. He had stepped up immediately following her diagnosis, dropping out of school and finding a job through his boxing club almost immediately. He had a nice boss, who helped them out a great deal, although Margaret wasn't even sure what it was Y/N did.
"You shouldn't be up this early Nan, you should rest" Y/N said as he pecked her cheek and turned to go. As he opened the door he heard behind him a wry chuckle and:
"I was, but some people can be loud around here."
The last thing Y/N heard as he closed the door in horror was Clementine's laughter from the couch. Y/N walked through the corridor of the apartment building they now lived in in downtown Atlanta. They had lost the house, Margaret and even Y/N chipping in couldn't afford the rent with all their additional medical bills.
Y/N's boss had given them the apartment, in a nice neighbourhood and rented it to them at an EXTREMELY generous rate. Margaret had liked Mr. Shaw when she met him at the apartment. He was kind and generous, and obviously a successful businessman, and said he saw Y/N's potential, and how much he had sacrificed to care for his grandmother. He added Y/N was one of his best employees, and he was happy to help the family when they had been given such a bad hand.
--~--
Y/N entered the gym at about 7:40, having ran there. He trained in the mornings at a small gym his boss owned, part of a small corner complex in inner West Atlanta. As he walked in the usual operator, Wang Xiu, smiled at him. She was an older woman in her forties who had migrated from China as a child. She operated the gym for Mr Shaw's 'boys' in the morning, before then going next door to their laundromat to get the boys afternoon and evening wear ready.
"You're late, Y/N" Xiu chuckled, following it up with "your girlfriend is staying with you right?" as he dropped a bag with his previous nights garments.
Following an intense workout, during which he pushed himself harder than normal given his tardiness that morning, Y/N hit the showers, laughing with the other guys as they washed and went to their lockers. Their day wear was waiting for them. Y/N looked at his usual uniform- cleaned and pressed and ironed. Xiu had them waiting and ready every morning for the boys. Y/N didn't know how she did it. Even the blood stains were gone.
All the men got dressed and headed out, eating breakfast in the same restaurant together like every day, before at 10:00am they were taken, several in each car, to Mr Shaw's house.
Y/N met up inside with his partner, Franky, and they shook hands, taking a seat as they waited to meet with their boss for their daily activities.
"How are you, kid? Enjoying your girlfriend's fall break?"
Y/N looked at his partner and chuckled, replying: "Yeah, I missed her a lot."
Y/N and Franky had been working together since Y/N's second week in the organisation. There were eight other teams of Shaw's boys, as they were known, waiting in Shaw's house. Each pair consisted of a brain, which was Franky, and the muscle, which was Y/N.
Mr Shaw ran a highly successful monetary transaction business, aimed at an elite clientele who couldn't access funds through traditional usury means. The teams would be given their assignments at the start of the day and then find the delinquent client. They would then encourage the client to honour their commitments.
A team from further down were called in to Mr Shaw's office, one of the men nodded and said quietly "Franky, BFK" as he walked passed. Y/N had earned the nickname BFK, or Baby Faced Killer, from the other boys. He was by far the youngest of the crew at 19, and had a youthful 'beautiful' face when clean shaven, with a square jaw, strong jawline and pronounced masculine cheekbones. It was quite a juxtaposition compared to the destruction he unleashed in the boxing ring, or indeed, when required for his job.
--~--
It was Y/N and Franky's turn to be called up and they stood, adjusting their ties as they entered. Mr Shaw was insistent on his employees being dressed immaculately while they represented his business.
"Frank, Y/N." Mr Shaw said as they entered, standing and shaking their hands as he sat back at his large mahogany desk.
"Heard you were late this morning, BFK. Get a better offer?" Mr Shaw asked with a chuckle, knowing full well Amy was off college at the moment.
"Yes, sir. I apologise" Y/N said sincerely.
"It can't happen again" Mr Shaw responded coolly. Y/N nodding at his boss. Mr Shaw smiled and then turned, grabbing a Manila folder from one of his associates standing behind him. The man accompanied Mr Shaw everywhere and had a silent menacing persona about him.
"Ok boys, this is your mark today" Mr Shaw said as he pulled the photo of a middle aged man and handed it to Franky, who took in the man's features before handing the photo to Y/N.
"So how do you want us to handle this debt recovery, sir?" Franky asked.
"Scare, fingers, knee cap level?" Y/N asked calmly, placing the photo on the desk. Mr Shaw looked at his boys, anger flashing across his normally calm demeanour.
"You two are my best team, you get me results fastest. That's why I've given you this job. This isn't a rogue client. My friend wants him to suffer, so this will mostly be up your alley, Y/N."
Y/N nodded, asking something he never usually did:
"Does he deserve it, sir?"
Mr Shaw chuckled. Y/N was a fantastic employee for him, and a good kid, but unlike most of the men in Mr Shaw's organisation, he still had a heart. Mr Shaw pulled a second photo from the folder and placed it on the desk, facing his boys. It was of a beautiful happy girl, young, early teenage years by Y/N's estimate as a bad feeling began growing in his stomach.
"That's my friend's daughter. The piece of shit met her online, got in her head and convinced her they were in love. Picked her up one night and took her to a seedy motel and robbed her of her innocence."
Mr Shaw was always the measure of composure, ever since Y/N had met him. Not even the worst news could crack his cool, stoic persona. For the first time Y/N saw emotion on his face as he quickly grew an angry, rageful, seething expression and said to Y/N:
"Teach this kiddy fiddling fuck a lesson he'll never forget."
--~--
Y/N and Franky were driving in their company car, Frank behind the wheel and Y/N reading the information file on their mark.
"Brad Chester, 47, works night's as some shitty security guard. He should be home now" Y/N stated calmly.
"Do it at home?" Brad asked, testing Y/N.
"Nah, use the badges, get him in the car, take him to site G, it's not too far from here" Y/N replied as he looked at the map they had been provided with. Frank nodded as they arrived in Marietta. Ten minutes later they had pulled up in front of a dishevelled looking house on a white trash looking street.
"His car's in the drive. We're on" Y/N said as he opened the glove box and pulled out two Atlanta PD police badges, handing one to Frank. They walked along an overrun path surrounded by overgrown grass. As they approached the scruffy looking front door they were greeted by a screen door barely on its hinges. One solid pull from Y/N and it was free, he shrugged to a chuckling Franky and tossed it into the yard.
Y/N at 6'3" and his rock solid frame of a trained boxer towered over his partner at 5'8" and 150lbs. Therefore Y/N would always take point. He stood at the front and knocked loudly on the door. They waited a few moments with no response, and so Y/N knocked a second time, louder. There was still nothing as Franky pulled his handgun from his holster and said:
"I'm going to check out the ba-"
He was cut off as a dirty, perverted looking man opened the door, snapping:
"What? I'm trying to get some fuck-"
He stopped seeing the pistol in Franky's hand and tried to shove the door shut, unable to against Y/N's strength holding it open and decided instead to turn and run. He only got four feet before Y/N picked up a dead pot plant that was sat next to the front door by its thick stem and threw it at the fleeing man as hard as he could. It struck the man in the lower back, causing him to scream in agony as he fell and slid across the dirty floor.
He tried to get up but was stopped quickly by Y/N who stomped again on his back and dropped a knee in as he was on top of the man.
"Put your hands behind your back you pedo fuck. Or this gets a lot worse, a lot quicker."
"The fuck? I thought she was eight- ahhh" he screamed again as Y/N got the handcuffs on, fastening them as tight as he could, the pervert's skin beginning to tear.
"Fucking pig that's way too tight"
"Shut up" Y/N snapped as he stood, the man handcuffed and laying on his stomach.
"You gotta believe me, the way that bitch fucked I thought she was a pro-"
Y/N had turned and grabbed a handful of the man's greasy hair, smashing his face against the hardwood floor and breaking his nose in the process.
"Shut up, I won't tell you again!" Y/N roared, wiping his now greasy hand against the man's back. He stood and turned, looking at his amused partner who quipped:
"You know it's your subtlety I like the most. I'll back the car up."
"Right up to the porch" Y/N replied turning back and grabbing the man around his arm, harshly pulling him to his feet.
"This is police brutality" the man whined as he was shoved forward, Y/N keeping a tight grip on him in case he tried anything stupid. As they reached the front door Franky was just finishing up backing in the car, and it stopped about a foot from the flat porch that was surrounding the front door.
The man stopped as the boot suddenly popped open, saying:
"What the hell is this?"
"Shut up and get in" Y/N snapped, already thinking about what was to come next.
"You wait until my lawyer hears about-oof"
The man buckled, Y/N punching him so hard in the stomach that he threw up his breakfast on the porch as he collapsed to the ground, coughing and spluttering.
"I'm not going to tell you again" Y/N said in a deep dark tone, grabbing hold of the man's hair again. The man cried as he choked, being led by his hair as Y/N bundled him into the boot.
"What kind of cops are you?" The man sobbed.
"Who the fuck said we were cops" Y/N answered with an angry tone, slamming the boot down as the man began screaming for help.
It was a twenty minute drive across the outskirts of Atlanta before the two men arrived at their destination with their unwilling guest. It was an empty warehouse among a number of empty lots in a former industrial precinct in western Atlanta... far away from the heavily populated areas of the city. Even so Y/N had noticed some.. strangeness... on the way over. He was used to seeing crackheads, smackheads and everything in between on his work, but even so he had noticed several people who appeared odd, shambling around or just standing oddly as they drove past. He as brought back to their current situation as they drove through a missing wall panel into the abandoned building.
Franky parked the car and looked across at his young friend, who had been quiet since getting back in the car.
"You alright kid?"
Y/N looked and nodded, the same grim expression on his face as he turned and opened his car door.
"Just remember, a lesson he wouldn't forget, don't kill him, at least Mr Shaw didn't say to explicitly" Franky laughed. Y/N looked over at his partner and smirked.
"Oh I ain't gonna kill him, I'm just gonna hurt him really, really, bad."
He walked back to the boot as Franky popped it open, grabbing the frightened man, heaving him out of the boot and to the hard ground. Brad hit it face first, splitting his lip and dislodging a tooth as he desperately tried to edge away.
"What's wrong, Brad? Scared? Like that poor little girl was before you raped her?" Y/N snapped, kicking the man in the stomach before dropping over him and beginning to lay into him.
--~--
Franky watched his young partner with a bit of concern. Y/N had been beating the man for over two hours and hadn't let up. He liked the kid a lot, and this piece of shit deserved it, but this was out of character. Y/N had used his size and demeanour to his advantage in their work together over the past eighteen months, and most of their marks capitulating easily. Y/N only employed violence when it was absolutely necessary, or when ordered to by Mr Shaw explicitly, but this was something different. He watched Y/N beat this man mercilessly and was quite concerned he wasn't going to stop.
Franky wasn't worried about what happened to this piece of shit, but Y/N had his whole life in front of him, and he didn't want him to fuck it up over some piece of shit like this. He called out to Y/N who had Brad teetering with a rope around his neck and his feet barely touching the ground as the rope was over a pipe and tied to a shelving unit in a pulley. Y/N was using the man as a punching bag as he coughed and spluttered, desperately trying to touch the earth with his feet to stop his choking.
"Kid, hey Kid" Franky yelled, Y/N punching again in the stomach and turning to his partner in an uncharacteristic rage on his face. He despised rapists and paedophiles more than anything, but something else was pushing him on as well.
"What?" Y/N snapped, Franky yelling back "I think he's had enough kid."
Y/N snarled and pulled a knife from his jacket pocket, slicing the rope as the man slumped to the floor. Y/N huffed and shook his bruising right fist, beginning to walk towards Franky and to tell him to let the pervert out of his handcuffs when Brad yelled out from the pool of blood he was lying in.
"What's wrong? Don't have the sack to finish the job?" The man sneered as he spat out blood from internal bleeding, laying on his side with his hands still handcuffed. Y/N turned and glared as the man continued:
"Maybe if I tell you how she screamed? Or how much that little whore loved every-"
Y/N had charged, cutting the man off in fury, a torrent of blows landing on the man's face. His bones crunched and crushed under Y/N's savagery. Y/N had one thought and one thought only going through his head...
Amy..
Amy was similar to this girl in many ways. She was sweet, she was kind, she was innocent and naive- always thinking the best of people. What if she got tricked by someone like this prick? Like this poor girl had.
He was lost in his brutality, blood drunk, not hearing Franky yelling at him to stop. A last blow smashed into Brad's temple before Franky finally succeeded, wrapping an arm over Y/N's shoulder and across his back, using all his strength and succesfully yanking Y/N off and to back to the floor. Y/N breathed heavily as he emerged from the red mist of his blood lust and Franky chuckled as he helped Y/N to his feet.
"Jesus, kid. Remind me not to piss you off. Lost you there for a minute."
Y/N nodded and was about to answer before Franky looked over at Brad's limp body. He walked over concerned, leaning down and feeling on the man's bloody throat. He quickly switched to his wrist before lowering his head, holding his ear right above the man's mouth....
He quickly stood looking at his younger friend and muttering: "Fuck he's dead, this fuckers dead, Y/N."
"Fuck" Y/N snapped. He had just lost it and killed a man he wasn't supposed to. He was an absolute piece of filth, but Y/N had still killed him, unplanned, with none of the usual safeguards present. He looked at his elder friend and in all honesty in this business, mentor, and asked:
"Any idea what to do now?"
"Yeah, yeah, I do. It's not good, but... we'll have to notify Mr Shaw, and then contact The Cleaners. They make shit like this disappear. But it will cost a favour."
"A favour" Y/N asked puzzled.
"Yeah these guys work on favours, that they can call it any time. It's best not to owe them."
"Why not just notify Mr Shaw as usu-"
Y/N stopped mid sentence, looking behind Franky in shock. Franky turned around and his mouth dropped open... Brad was standing up.
"What the fuck?" Franky muttered. Their hostage was facing away from them, just standing, swaying back and forth, a low moan emanating from him.
"I thought you said he was dead" Y/N said in relief.
"He was" Franky said as he rushed over to the bound man. He turned him round, reaching for his throat to feel for a pulse.
Y/N jumped as Franky let out a guttural agonised scream. Brad had lurched forward, his teeth connecting with Frank's forearm and biting down hard. Y/N rushed forward, punching Brad several times before he let go, tearing a huge chunk of flesh from Franky's arm as he did. Y/N looked at his victim in horror, his eyes were cloudy, his skin had already turned a sickly pale white, but it was Franky's flesh that horrified Y/N most.
Brad hadn't spat it out. He was chewing it. Eating it. Y/N stared in disbelief before a gunshot rang out next to him, the sound reverberating around the abandoned echoey warehouse as the bullet lodged in Brad's forehead and he dropped to the floor, really dead.
"Fucking cunt" Franky sneered, holding his heavily bleeding arm. Y/N turned to him quickly, starting to undo his belt.
"Hell of a time to take my pants off boy" Franky chuckled, Y/N giving him a look as he pulled it through the man's belt loops.
"Need a tourniquet, and you're the only one wearing a belt you skinny fuck" Y/N chuckled as he tied the belt around Franky's bicep.
"Fuck that hurt" Franky seethed, Y/N chuckling "It was supposed to" before he rushed to the boot, searching through random crap before pulling out an old shirt that had been left in there. He rushed back to Franky, making the man hold up his arm as Y/N carefully wrapped the shirt around it. It didn't look good, he could see the bone.
"How's it look?" Franky asked looking away and seething as Y/N applied pressure.
"Yeah fine, don't be a pussy" Y/N chuckled, grabbing his jacket from the bonnet of the car and wrapping that around Frank's arm as well.
"Come on, car, now. I'm getting you to a hospital" Y/N ordered, jumping in the driver's seat.
The closest hospital to them was Northside Hospital Atlanta. It was 15 miles from where they were, Y/N speeding and got there in ten. Plenty of cops had gone passed him, the opposite way from him, their lights blaring but none had tried to stop him.
When they arrived at the front of the hospital's emergency department it looked like chaos, the carpark overflowing with cars left in the middle of the rows, at least a dozen ambulances ramped, waiting to get in, and people flowing in the doors.
"Fuck, wish me luck kid" Frank said as he carefully stepped out of the car.
"You want me to come in with you?" Y/N asked, immediately rolling his eyes at his buddies reply:
"Yeah, could you hold my hand? Fuck off and call the boss. I'll give you a call when I get out."
Y/N nodded, watching a pale Franky walk towards the ED slowly before driving off. He got down the road a ways and turned off into a side street, turning off the car as he rang Mr Shaw.
"Hey Y/N, my favourite employee" Mr Shaw said oddly before coughing.
"You alright, sir?" Y/n asked, confused.
"I'm fine. I'm fine. Did you have a report?"
"Yes sir. We got the mark at his home, took him to site G, made him hurt. Frank was worried I'd gone too far but then the mark stood up after he thought he was dead. Franky tried to get his pulse in confusion but the prick bit him."
"Frank got bit? Fuck!"
"Yeah it was bad, sir. I could see the bone. I've just dropped him at Northside Atlantic and I'm on my way back to hq to-"
"NO! No" Mr Shaw said in a panic, confusing Y/N further before he followed up with: "I've got a different job for you, hold onto the car and go see Xiu. Tell her Shaw's Secret and split what's inside. Take a few days off kid, look after your gran and your girl. You always were my favourite."
And then hung up the phone. Y/N looked at it, wondering what the fuck was going on. He jumped as a crackhead smacked on his window, moaning at him with the same cloudy eyes that the pedo had.
"Fuck off, I don't have any change" Y/N snapped, starting the 2000 Chevy Impala that was his for the time being. As he drove towards the gym/laundromat he dialled a number in his phone.
--~--
Mr Shaw sighed as he finished off a large straight bourbon. They had executed five members of a rival cartel who had infiltrated his organisation this morning. They had done them in the large atrium, after putting plastic down, shooting them through the hearts for their treachery. Just a few minutes later three of them stood up. They pounced on his men, ripping their throats out as others fired guns, but Shaw watched his men that had just had their throats torn out turn into these things too, overwhelming his last man.
He sat now at his desk, drinking bourbon as his dead enemies and former employees banged to get in. After talking to the kid he pulled his shirt down, revealing the bite mark on his collarbone. Mr Shaw could already feel the poison coursing through him, and sighed. He reached under his desk, pulled out the loaded shotgun he kept under there, put it to his chin and pulled the trigger.
--~--
"Hi baby how are you?" Amy said happily as she answered her phone to her boyfriends call.
"Hey love... difficult morning. Are you guys all alright?"
"We are, we went with Nanna to get her medication this morning but we're back now. Nanna's just having a rest."
"Ok good so you're at home."
"Mmhm. Clem and I were just about to go see a mov-"
Amy jumped as Y/N yelled "no" quickly into the phone.
"Sorry babe, sorry. Just can you guys please stay home today? Please? There's some weird shit going on in Atlanta, I've just dropped my partner at hospital and-"
"Oh my God what happened? Are you ok?" Amy shrieked in panic.
"We got ugh jumped on. Fr- my partner got bit on the arm. I'm fine, but if you could just-"
"We will. We will. Are you coming home?"
"Still got more jobs to do for the day yet, I'll be home tonight. I love you"
"I love you too, Y/N. Please stay safe."
"I will" Y/N smiled as he hung up the phone.
--~--
It had taken nearly two hours for Y/N to get to the gym-mat. Traffic was terrible and a lot of people were running lights today. After pulling into the empty carpark he walked up to the boarded up doors of the laundromat and knocked on it loudly. He tried to open it with no luck and knocked again. The door suddenly open, a shotgun pointing at Y/N's face.
"Whoa" Y/N said, directing the gun's barrel away from his face. Xiu, the gun's wielder, looked at Y/N in relief and hurried him inside, saying something in Chinese as she shut the door quickly. Y/N looked across to see two elderly Chinese people and two children huddling in the corner, looking at him terrified.
"Yǐ wǒ zǔxiān de míngyì zuò shénme?" Xiu exclaimed as she looked at Y/N. She quickly followed up in English with: "Are you ok?"
Y/N looked down at himself and noticed for the first time his white shirt was covered in blood. He looked up at Xiu and replied:
"Yeah, this isn't mine, our mark bit Franky bad. I've taken him to hospital, Mr. Shaw sent me, told me to tell you Shaw's Secret, that we were to split what was in there."
Xiu nodded and pushed open a roof to floor Chinese mural that was on the laundromat's side wall. Behind it was a locked door that led, after Xiu unlocked it, to a small armoury. There were four pump handle shotguns, six Ar 15s, two Remington 700s with chassis stock and a dozen glock 19 handguns. There was also about 800 rounds for each weapon type.
"Ok, Mr Shaw said to load half into my boot, and leave the other half with you, Xiu."
Xiu nodded, knowing Shaw had left the small arsenal there only in the case of an emergency, and given how her husband had been killed that morning, his throat ripped out in front of their children by a man who looked dead, she figured this was the emergency.
Y/N walked forward, only to be stopped by Xiu.
"Wait, I have your evening wear. Best change out of that, yes?"
Y/N looked down at his blood covered torso and nodded in agreement.
--~--
It was gone four by the time Y/N had finished loading the boot. He had changed into an all black suit and shirt, and stopped to say goodbye to Xiu at the door. He said that Mr Shaw had given him a few days off and he would see her the next week, to which Xiu had just smiled, wished him the best and told him to look after his family.
Y/N went for dinner at a restaurant Mr Shaw owned and the boys were allowed to use, and had tried to call Franky with no success, the calls not getting through. He then went to his afternoon/evening shift, where he worked as a doorman at a club. It was a mostly quiet evening, thankfully, until about 9:00pm, just before Y/N's shift was due to end. He and the other man on the shift, Joey, were stood at the front of the club when suddenly they were buzzed over their earpieces from inside:
"Guys get in here, quick.., quick" before the radio went dead.
Y/N and Joey looked at each other, only one was supposed to go to internal problems, the other monitoring the door at all times.
"I'll go" Y/N said. They always had at least one per night, some dickhead that was too drunk, making an ass out of themselves. He got about halfway down the clubs entrance corridor when he was swarmed, the dozens of patrons all rushing towards the front door screaming for their lives. Y/N pushed his way through the throng with sheer strength, getting to the other side and rushing forward.
He stopped in the dim light of the dance floor as the music stopped to see someone on the ground, another person leaning over them from the side. It was too dark to make out so Y/N rushed behind him, turning on the room's lights, and as he walked forward and his eyes adjusted saw it was a man over a woman's body, laying as she was in a pool of blood.
"Fuck!" Y/N yelled in the otherwise abandoned club, pulling his gun and aiming at the man.
"Oi! Get away from her! I mean it, I'll fire. Move!" Y/N roared. The man appeared to take another bite from the woman and so Y/N weighed up his options and fired, just a warning shot, above the man's head and the bullet burying itself in the opposite wall. This did get the man's attention, as he stopped what he was doing and turned his head towards Y/N.
He stood, swallowing the chunk of flesh he was chewing, and groaned. Y/N looked at him in shock- his cloudy eyes, his skin that appeared half rotten, and the blood that had spread down his chin and his front. He shambled towards Y/N, groaning with his arms out as Y/N warned him.
"Stop. I mean it, stop!" and fired a shot into the man's thigh. He didn't even flinch. Y/N followed it up with three quick bullets to the midsection and to his astonishment there was still nothing. No reaction. He pushed the man back with force, the man falling back but continuing to moan and reach for Y/N as he stood back up. Y/N looked at him in disbelief before remembering the pervert. He put a bullet in the man's forehead as he dropped instantly.
Y/N looked around wide eyed as his brain tried to understand what was going on. These people were dead. They were really fucking dead. A shot to the head killed them. His phone suddenly rang in his pocket and he pulled it out and seeing it was Amy, answered it immediately.
"Hey love are you-"
"Y/N, its Andrea, it's Andrea."
Andrea was Amy's older sister. She had been a top shot New York civil rights attorney, but recently relocated to Atlanta to be closer to her family. She was the opposite to Amy personality wise, and Y/N found her to be opinionated and frankly a pain in the ass, but he always played nice for Amy. She adored her older sister.
"What's wrong? is she-"
"These guys followed her home and tried to attack her. They're at her door and won't go. She's tried to call the police but can't get through."
"You call her back, tell her I'm on my way. And Amy love, you don't open our door for anyone who's not me, you hear me? Not anyone."
"Ok please be safe" Y/N could hear the fear in her voice as he replied.
"I will be. Be home soon. I love you."
Amy said she loved him too, and as they finished the phone call the attacked girl, who was clearly dead with her throat ripped out, sat up and moaned. Y/N put a bullet in her head before turning and walking to the back door, towards his car.
A/N: So here we are, a brand new story in the world of the Walking Dead. Hopefully you enjoyed this, and please vote and leave a comment if you're comfortable to if you did.
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