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   Chapter 6 6. Now now now liars go to hell

Agent 13 (Book 1) By Quidam13 Characters: 11341

Updated: 2018-05-08 16:40


Thirteen's POV

I gently pull my black tank top over the bandages covering my entire side and proceed to slip on a pair of jean shorts (I think you can guess what color they are by now). I pulled my hair up into a high pony tail and slipped on my boots before exiting my room and walking down the stairs. As usual I was the first one up, no surprises there considering I hardly ever sleep.

I turn on the stove and begin to boil some water for tea before digging through the fridge for eggs and bread. I figure I'll make myself some breakfast while waiting for these numbskulls to wake up. They can't be that tired, after all, I did all the work last night.

I pop the bread in the toaster and begin to heat up a pan for the eggs. I glance at the time on my watch, 5:26, that means I have approximately forty-five minutes before Devin wakes up, I've figured out he's a morning person, the other three...not so much.

I finish cooking and take a seat at the table eating my breakfast in silence, though I know it won't be silent later, after all Devin is a loud person and I've come to the conclusion that he's on drugs.

I place my plate in the sink and turn it on as I begin to clean up my mess. I glance at my watch again, 6:07. I continue washing off my plate and pan as a loud thud echoes through the house followed by the sound of shattering glass. I silently slide open the knife drawer as I hear Jason yell out.

"I'M GOING TOKILL YOU DEVIN!!!" I instantly relax and close the drawer; did I mention Devin's favorite morning activity was waking everyone else up? No, well now you know. I'm thankful I'm always up before him.

The thudding of footsteps brings me back to reality as Devin descends the stairs and runs through the kitchen with Jason right on his tail. I shake my head silently, how these guys-scratch that, how Devin was considered to be deadly I will never know.

The sound of splitting wood causes me to turn my attention to them only to see them wrestling on what remains of the coffee table. I turn my attention back to the dishes which I have finished cleaning and progress to drying them. I finish the last dish as Chase and Cody step into the kitchen, Jason and Devin are currently outside...I think, I lost track of them about five minutes ago.

"Where's Devin?" Cody asks coldly. I shrug back cause let's face it I honestly have no idea where they went, Devin was running...Jason was chasing and they could probably be in Canada by now.

His eyes narrow into slits "Where is he?" he grits out, remind me never to wake him up in the morning, he's worse than a teenage girl during her time of month.

"I don't know, Canada?" I suggest my tone surprisingly calm. I've decided I'm not going to fight with him anymore, I'll just ignore him or answer with as little words as possible, oh wait I already do that. As soon as I finish my sentence Devin comes running into the kitchen and hides behind me.

"Save me."

"Nope, you're on your own." I answer back. He places his hand over his heart dramatically.

"And here I thought we were friends."

"Where in the hell did you get that idea?"

He sighs loudly right as Jason enters the room and spots Devin who grabs me by the shoulders and uses me as a shield. I throw my head back and it collides with his nose causing him to cry out in agony. Serves him right, I'm not a damn shield.

"Consider t

here?"

"Is it bad that I kind of wanted to get to know my new team mate?" He asks and I open my mouth to amend his question but he beats me to it, "Temporarily." He adds a slight smile playing on his lips.

"No offence, but I'm not exactly the kind of person to get to know." I pause slightly as I release my hold on the dagger. "The less you know about me the better."

"Pushing people away can't be fun." He states as he stares at me, waiting for a response of some kind.

"It's not" I reply truthfully "But it's the only way I know how to live." I stand up from the floor and make my way towards the door, I'm done with this conversation.

"Wait." I stop and turn towards him again, "Can you help, train me?" he asks. I stare back at him as I weigh my options, finally I shrug.

"I don't see why not." I answer and watch as he smiles back at me. "Meet me out back in fifteen." I know what he's doing. He's trying to get to know me. But he won't succeed, I'll make sure of it.

There's a reason I do what I do, a reason I shove everyone away. And it's never for my safety, it's always for theirs. Some people will argue and say that they don't need to be protected. I would know, I'm one of them, but even I know when I need help.

These boys are a strong team, a team I don't want to mess up. Sure they'll fight and argue but they'll always come back around. All the best teams do. Which is why I can never be a part of any team. All teams are established when they're younger. Usually when the agents are between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, sometimes slightly older.

There was only one team in the history of our agency that was formed when the agents were all eleven years old. They were the strongest team, the best. Some would say it was because they had been placed together at a younger age than any other team, and they were right. But that's also why the team fell, and they fell hard. One mission no survivors, at least, that's what the mission file says but, it's wrong.

Take it from the person who was there, that saw the downfall of the greatest team in the agency firsthand. Take it from me, the only survivor.

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