1. Chapter 1 (1/2)
kingsman: the blue burro
the foggy london streets were unusually quiet at this time of night. every street lamp was lit which illuminated the mist of rain drizzling through the dreary atmosphere. for a certain tailor shop, a little rain never closed up the humble boutique. warm lighting invited the dark shadows that passed by with black glistening um
ellas just outside the glass window. the glass window had golden lettering plastered to its exterior which simply read "kingsman". upon entering the shop,
own leather couches with green and navy plaid pillows were resting in the middle of the room. classy and fitted suits were displayed along the edges, leaving a wide section for maneuvering. here, you could find agent galahad, or harry hart rather, casually sipping on an aged and expensive alcoholic beverage.
he studied his highly functable wrist watch as he took a sip of his drink. harry was growing impatient, which wasn't like him at all. he sighed at his lack of forbearance for his partner in crime. just then, a black sleek cabbie reeled into a parking space just outside the tailor shop. harry noted immediately something was off. examining the other side of the glass he found a scene that did not sit well in the pit of his stomach. the cabbie was covered in bullet holes, scrapes and burns. the vehicle was completely windowless and every inch was all smashed to hell. at this point in harry's observations, he was standing and almost practically to the entrance of the shop.
just as harry opened the door to the tailor's, a figure unbolted the driver's side door, or what was left of it. harry's heart stopped when the glow from the tailor shop rested on the face of his partner, eggsy unwin. eggsy's face was covered in blood, cuts and
uises which made his facial features look swollen. his glasses were cracked and one side was even missing a frame piece. his once slicked back hair was in shambles. the agent's bulletproof suit had seen better days itself. it looked as if it was tied to the back of a boat that had seen rough seas and shark infested waters. it definitely didn't look bulletproof anymore. eggsy's oxfords looked like they had actually seen the inside of a shark's stomach. he was a complete mess, and the rain wasn't aiding him either.
just as harry was framing the situation, eggsy clasped onto the moist sidewalk, the water that flowed into the street was now velvet. all harry could say in that moment was a just and simple "fuck." at this point, he could care less if his newly crafted suit was about to get bloody and soaked, eggsy needed aid, and from the looks of it, he didn't have long. harry wrapped his arms around eggsy's limp torso and soon had him completely off the ground. he carried him
idal style into the tailor shop with ease. harry swiftly laid his young partner on the couch, placing an accent pillow under eggsy's head and neck. eggsy's
oken and useless glasses were placed neatly on the side table along with the blazer he was wearing. eggsy's white buttoned shirt was stained with blood. harry could see that his chest was rising and falling with difficulty. this could mean there could be multiple internal injuries. this discouraged harry, what could he do with what little supplies he had. as he contemplated as to how he would get eggsy to kingsman's hospital wing, eggsy started to shift.
"oy-what the fuck-" eggsy's words were difficult to understand but harry got the idea. he tried to comfort the boy by holding his wrists and reassuring him that the danger had passed.
"eggsy, it's harry. you're in the kingsman's tailor shop. do you remember what happened before you arrived here?" harry could hear his voice shake with concern. at this point he had to reassure himself.
"ye-yeah. i think so." eggsy's eyes were barely open and would flutter when he tried to speak, "there was some guys. they-they attacked me."
"who were these men? why did they attack you?" harry's grip on eggsy's wrists tightened with anticipation. he needed to know who did this to eggsy. he already started to plan what he would do to them.
"guy's in blue, they wearin' blue." eggsy gave out an exhausted sigh and slipped back into unconsciousness. his wrists fell limp in harry's grip. shit. harry was fully prepared to venture out into the stormy night to find and kill these mysterious blue dressed men. eggsy, however, couldn't wait, he needed medical attention as soon as possible. harry scooped eggsy into his arms once more before heading to fitting room 1, located in the back right of the tailor room. this room kept the same theme as the lounge,
own, dark green and navy blue accented the walls and decor. hanging on the wall in the back of the fitting room rested an old rustic mirror. upon a second glance, one with a keen eye might notice a hand print hidden on the left side of the mirror. this activated the moving floor which ran deep under london's city streets. harry, still carrying eggsy, watched intrigued at the
ick walls constantly moving upwards, as they slowly descended.
how could i have let this happen? i should have gone with him, maybe there could've been some sort of chance- harry shook thoughts of blame out of his head. he knew there was nothing he could've done, it was all in the past now. he had to push forward to ensure eggsy had a future.
once the fitting room came to a halt, harry
iskly made his way toward the tube which could seat four, and in this situation, he was able to use two seats to lay eggsy comfortably in position. the trip was short considering the speed they were going. the door soared open to white and navy blue corridor, beautifully designed. portraits of past kingsman were scattered across the walls, their frames a dark crisp
own with golden accents. a hallway connected to the corridor lead to many doorways, all had plaques and descriptions. the new kingsman underground headquarters had completely magnified it's security and missile detection scanners since the last one. with the help from the statesman, harry and eggsy were able to recruit eligible kingsman agents to take the places of their fallen comrades. agent whiskey, who was once agent ginger ale, awaited the two agents just feet from the tube. her short bob was
ushed and her glasses were sparkling. agent whiskey always dressed for the part, accompanied by her white lab coat and electronic clipboard. her eyes widened at the sight of eggsy astray in the tube as harry lifted him up once more. harry explained what happened as the two agents wheeled eggsy off to the medical wing. once eggsy was in a grey tee and some sweats, laying adequately on a medical bed, agent whiskey stitched up his open wounds and injected him with morphine. she then turned her attention toward a worried harry hart, who starred on at the younger injured agent.
"he'll make it through this, galahad. he's a strong kid." agent whiskey grinned as she reassured harry. "did eggsy give any details about his attackers?"
harry, still focusing on eggsy, replied, "he said they were men in blue, but he wasn't able to say more. i'm worried these men know what kingsman is. that's what he was besieged." harry grabbed a chair from the end of the bed and placed it by eggsy's right. he sat down with difficulty before he crossed his legs. "i have an ominous feeling about it all, frankly. only six months have passed since poppy's drug reign, and look where it's gotten us. looks where it's gotten eggsy."
"we've made progress, more than most. i don't tie this attack with poppy's golden circle goans. i think it's something else entirely." whiskey situated her clipboard in theorization. "but if you feel like there could be a connection, i'll look into it. for now, why don't you see what you can do for him." she nodded toward eggsy before leaving the room typing something on her clipboard. eggsy and harry were left alone in the medical wing, and the night was slow. harry wouldn't be able to sleep. he studied the rise and fall of eggsy's chest. the motion underneath his sealed eyelids, the occasional twitch of his open mouth. harry was prepared to spend the entire night in the medical wing, sitting in his chair with one hand now resting on the bedside. and he did.
the next morning came rather suddenly. the medical wing was greeted by a burst of light from a hidden skylight. although the new kingsman headquarters was completely underground, agent whiskey during construction suggested the medical wing be the closest to the surface. she said this would provide the sick and injured to be more comfortable and not feel trapped. harry stirred in his chair that was no longer satisfactory. he lifted his head groggily, he didn't remember falling asleep the night before. perhaps the amount of emotional stress was enough to knock anyone out. now sitting up properly in his chair, eggsy's rustling caught his attention.
eggsy's eyes were closed, but he shifted his shoulders, "i was wondering when you would wake up." his voice made harry's chest warm and his heart leap. he was overjoyed that eggsy's recovery was going this well.
"you seem to be much better than yesterday. how are you feeling?"
eggsy's eyes opened leisurely as he shrugged, "i feel like shit. what happened last night, 'arry?"
harry hesitated, eggsy apparently didn't remember what happened. this of course was understandable for the trauma he endured. harry switched his seating position from his seat to eggsy's side on the bed. eggsy watched him curiously, waiting for a reply, "harry?"