Happy holidays, my friends! Tonight I am sharing the most awesome , adorable, cutest Christmas story, by my friend Two Guns and a Knife.
She nagged, yes she did, and wanted a Monster/ Zoe/ Killer story. She had it all planned! So I told her she should write it! And she did! It's wonderful, it goes with my own Shelter from the Storm, on ff.
Below, scroll down. Will also be on sidebar. Enjoy!
Happy peaceful holidays to all.
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sunny
A Colorful Man by 2GunsandaKnife
Chapter 24 Monsters
~A Holiday Special Chapter Dedicated to Mr. Arkady
Petrovich*~
Sometimes he misses his home country.
Nope, he's not lying.He is still in good condition. He's healthier than a lot of people believe. He's sly, smart, strong and quick. He's merciless when needed. But he's an old man now. He's never ever wanted to have his own family. He was a trained assassin, a loyal killing machine. He's never ever asked unnecessary questions. He has a wicked sense of humour, he's never been overly ambitious, he did whatever he needed to do, and he doesn't believe in nightmares. Most of his old acquaintances are long gone. A lot of his younger colleagues are working for the mob. He has the pleasure to know Vladimir, the new Tsar, personally and that was probably the reason why he decided enough was enough and exiled himself across the ocean. And the ugly poor little dog actually looks quite cute in that pink tutu.
He smiles as the pug turns to give him a reproachful look. He winces and struggles not to cross himself when the wild-haired beautiful little girl starts to sing another Christmas song. He doesn't like or hate Christmas songs, but God, the kid can't sing. They are perfectly safe in the 7th-floor apartment. He will remain alert nonetheless. He's ready to give his life to protect the girl. It's not about the money. It's not about his promise. It's not about his being a professional. All of a sudden he thinks of his mother and the snow-buried town he once called home. He blinks. He picks up the pug. Together the two of them sit on the couch watching the little girl sing and dance. It's 7 days till Christmas. Tonight it's just the three of them. Till Daddy and Mommy get home.
"Bravo." He claps politely when Zoé finally
finishes her last song and does a courtesy like a little princess. He looks at
her smiling face and then into her expectant eyes. Something tugs at his heart.
Something touches his soul. Nope, he never does stupid things, but still he
feels a huge smile spread across his face when he hears himself say,
"Encore."
Zoé starts singing again. Killer the pug lets out a snort.
Outside the window it starts to rain. He mentally rolls his eyes at himself.
Yeah, I'm heartless like that.
the end
more pug-in-pink : It's Tiffy Time
A Colorful Man [in its entirety] by Two Guns and a Knife, on fanfiction: here
Tiffy used w/out permission. If this is a problem pix will be immediately removed.
A Colorful Man, Ch 24 used with permission of the author. And my happy, gleeful thanks to her, for this and all her stories.
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sunny
