Band Imagines Part 2

MIW - Chris Motionless

Black Dahlia

Y/N

"Till death do us part is starting to sound more like a challenge than a promise Chris."

You grab your husband's hand roughly and pull him behind a set of wooden crates just as a storm of bullets come whooshing over the top of you.

"In my defence y/n, we didn't know they would have this many guns."

Chris reloads his gun ignoring your WTF face, of course, they had guns because you guys did and that's how gangs rolled.

"You married a genius y/n, good for you," Ricky laughs through the earpieces.

"Well at least I'm getting some Horror, and your hand doesn't count."

Despite all hell breaking out around you, Chris pulls you towards him, cups your chin, and crashes his lips down on yours roughly but with a sweet undertone of sorts. You kiss him back because why the hell not if the two of you were going to die here today then you wanted your last memory to be of kissing Chris.

"Now's your chance guys, Ricky will get Vinny while y/n and Chris do their thing while the bad guys are reloading," Ryan chimes in through the earpieces that linked all of you.

"Time to shine beautiful," Chris whispers against your lips.

"Give them hell husband of mine."

Reloading your gun, just like in the movies you and Chris pop up from behind the crates in perfect sync while the other gang members reloaded their weapons. Jumping over the crates you release hell on the gang dumb enough to cross Motionless In White, only focused on killing the men and few women who got in your way. One by one the gang members fall down dead.

"y/n, I need your spare clip," Chris shouts from across the warehouse, even though not much space separated you.

You always carried a spare clip and your husband needed it more than you right now, so you throw it towards him and let your gun fall to the stone floor before pulling out your two trusty knives. You didn't mind using guns but got more of a thrill out of being up close and personal with the person you were killing, Ghost also used the same style so when the two of you paired up the place usually turned into a bloodbath.

"I've got Vinny guys and he looks good," Ricky whoops loudly, making you flinch but still able to slit one more throat.

"All the gang members are down, Ryan get us the hell out of here."

Chris removes his earpiece and you do the same, but not before wiping your bloody knives clean. Walking over to Chris with the rush of adrenaline pumping through your body, you pull him down to your level and kiss him, neither of you fazed by the blood splatters across your face and lips making the kiss taste metallic.

"Now can we go on our honeymoon?"

Chris chuckles, "yes we can, anywhere you want to go beautiful."