John Wick: Origins
Series Metadata
Listing Series
-
Tags
Summary
"It's okay," he said, eyes remaining on the road. "If you want to ask, I'll be honest. I owe you that."
"Only one thing. Is that...one of the reasons I've only seen you a few times? You want to make sure those are healed before…?"
"Yes," he said with difficulty, the admission wrung out of him like water from a cloth. He gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles turning pale.
"Do me a favour?" she asked.
"What's that?"
"Don't. Don't stay away. Life is more interesting with you in it."
His grip loosened on the steering wheel. He took her hand and quickly raised it to his lips.
"Deal."
-------------
The story of when John met Helen.
Series
- Part 1 of John Wick: Origins
-
Tags
Summary
He squinted at the bright light of the narrow room. Next to him, screened by a curtain, someone moaned loudly.
"What happened?" he asked Helen, his voice rasping.
She picked up a plastic cup of water and arranged the straw near his lips. He drew on it too quickly and coughed. "Shit."
"You tried to drink yourself to death," Helen said coolly, her eyes like daggers. She pushed the water towards his mouth again, and he obliged, taking another sip. "You'll be here overnight for observation, and then you get to go home."
He pushed the straw out of his mouth with his tongue. "Okay."
She put the cup down. "I need a break. I have some functions coming up at the restaurant that I've already postponed. I'd hoped you would be doing better by now, but I'm clearly not helping. So, you're going to have to look after yourself for a while."
John fixed his eyes on the corner of the nurse's station in front of him.
"Fine," he replied.
Series
- Part 2 of John Wick: Origins
-
Tags
Summary
The cold was the type that seeped into his bones and stiffened his lungs, like an iron band around the chest. It caused his eyes to weep; the fluid freezing cruelly on his windblown skin. He shifted his weight, causing the snow under his body to crackle softly.
His father, pressed next to him from shoulder to knee, made an almost imperceptible hand movement. “Zatknis!” he mouthed, his eyes flicking briefly at his son, before focusing back on his quarry. Peering through the chipped scope, he made a minute adjustment to the rifle, then gestured to his son.
------
Every hero has an origin story.
Series
- Part 3 of John Wick: Origins
-
John Wick Origins: When The Fire Hits The Sea by metal_jenny
Fandoms: John Wick (Movies)
27 Sep 2022
Tags
Summary
After the fire, the house that he and Helen had shared had been demolished, the block cleaned up and promptly sold. He’d been living in a small studio in the city for the last year, since the Continental was deconsecrated. He carried out his contracts for the High Table like he was a ghost – receive contract, complete, go home. Rinse, and repeat. In between, he drank and chain-smoked in the tiny apartment. He walked Dog early in the morning, as the sun rose, skirting through grimy alleyways and hyperaware of his surroundings. The apartment’s meagre furnishings consisted of a mattress, a tattered couch, and a state-of-the-art surveillance system, with cameras mounted at multiple corners to watch over him. The door had several deadbolts, including a fancy electronic one, that required biometric markers to open.
It was thoroughly depressing. Then again, his surroundings matched his mood.
--------
Another one of my fan fictions birthed from a song.
Post Helen.
Series
- Part 4 of John Wick: Origins