Stockholm Syndrome 1
Title: Stockholm Syndrome 1
Author:liamuse
Rating: PG
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Matthew Bellamy wants a revenge.
Feedback: Love it like pasta saturdays and tuesgays.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Never, ever... These characters belong to me. Sadly, I do NOT own any of the real people...
Notes: This is my very first Belldom fanfic and very first fanfic written in english as well. =) Please, be nice to me. =)
I'd never write it without my classmate shiryawinter. She's just my little one, who is so perverse that it makes me blush all the time. Nah, I'm kidding I love our lunch talks. Thank you for helping me and fixing my bad bad english. -shame- I love you.
Italic parts are thoughts.
[These parts are flashbacks.]
Warning: language
Everything has a reason. Every move we make, every breath we take. Every second that goes by, every single moment when we lie. Everything has a reason.
For Matthew Bellamy, there were only three important things in his life: family, friends and his future. If one of these things was endangered, he would do anything to make things right. Anything.
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"Time?" Matthew was observing the space surrounding their little dark blue van when he asked the question.
"Seven fifty-eight," answered Morgan immediately without tearing his gaze from a watch on his left wrist.
An unpleasant qrowl responded from the back seat. "For god's sake! Won’t they ever leave?" whined another man impatiently.
"Ninety seconds," stated Morgan, ignoring the nervous shifting on the back seat.
"Fuck!"
"Calm down, mate." Matthew smiled at his friend's impatience.
"How am I supposed to calm down? We've been planning this for months! Then they show up and screw everything up!" Thomas shot back watching a couple of unexpected men outside the building through the window.
"Shut the fuck up. They're just cops," Chris rolled his eyes and took another drag from his cigarette.
"Just cops? Right... Why don't we just go say hello? We could also tell them that by the way... we're going to rob that fucking bank! Maybe they‘ll join us, huh?"
"Fuck you."
"Oi! Not that I want to interrupt your lovely fight, but they're leaving," said Matthew as he watched the two men leaving, waving to their workmates from the bank.
Morgan checked the time for the hundredth time that evening and followed Matthew's gaze.
"Finally. How many?"
"Um... Three bankers, two security guys and four...no, wait. Yeah, four, no... five- fuck I can't see them clearly." Matthew frowned as he tried to count all of the people in bank.
"What the... What do you mean you can't see them clearly? We've chosen this place to fucking see them clearly!" Thomas said, a bit angry, and desperately punched the seat in front of him, where Morgan had been sitting.
"God! Make yourself tea or something and let me focus, you wanker," said Matthew calmly.
Before Thomas could say anything else, Matthew turned his head away from the binoculars he'd been holding.
"You still can say no, you know that," Matthew said with a serious expression, his pale face only completing the final impression. His wild blue eyes met Thomas's brown and then they crossed over every face around him. "All of you can say that. I know how risky it is and I can't guarantee that we'll get out of it. There is a pretty high chance that we'll just end up in jail. Nobody out there cares about the reason for all of this. They won't listen. I... I want you to know that I can't thank you enough. But on the other hand, I want to beat you up so hard! You shouldn't be here. You just shouldn't... You're supposed to be at home with your girlfriends and fuck the shit out of them. Not risk here with me, because I can't look after my family properly. You can go. All of you can go. Apart from me. I have to do it, no matter what... No matter what the consequences will be."
Thomas knew he could refuse. He knew that if he did, Matthew would never reproach him. He would never remind him. But they were friends. And Matthew needed him. His anger slowly disapeared and turned into shame.
"You don't really think we would let you do this on your own, do you?" he asked quietly, his hands shaking a bit.
"One minute. And no, I won't leave you alone in this shit with these two idiots." Morgan said, smiling.
"Alright. You're a real marshmallow, aren't you?" Christopher laughed and threw the stub of his cigarette out of the window. "Let's fucking do it. Are you ready?" Chris asked, Matthew nodded and gave a thankful glance to his best friends.
"So, Matt. How many?"
"I think... I think there are five more people."
"Five? Damn. That's ten people." cursed Chris.
"No kiddin'! Really?" Tom teased him, proding him with an elbow to his ribs.
"Thirty minutes."
"Whatever," Chris sighed. "Kelly's going to kill me anyway once she finds out."
Alright. We have a plan. It's a good plan. I can do it. I have to do it. They are here, with me. I have to do everything I can to keep them save. If anything happens I will be the one held responsible. Let's just show that motherfucker that nobody will ever touch my family again. Never. Calm down, Matthew. You have to keep your mind open. Keep calm. Breathe.
"Ten seconds."
"Ready?" Matthew asked and the binoculars were replaced by a small discreet gun.
"Hell, yeah!"
"Five seconds. Four, three."
Two.
One.
"Go!"