My Broken Angel
Chapter 1 - Enough Is Enough
*I deleted all the author notes since its been decided Zayn is going to be the one to fall for Dev. Anyway, here's Chapter 1!*
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My boots clanked against the marble floor. Fred Jack, founder of the organiztion I was in, had requested something unreasonable from me.
The sensory metallic doors opened on their own for me as I bombarded Fred's office.
"What are you thinking?! Trying to send me to that place! Unbelievable! What did you think was going to come out of it? That Tom would have just magically showed up there because of me and I could've snuck up on him? It's a full house concert and sending me there surely isn't the answer!"
Despite my rage, Fred remained calm. He was used to my outbursts, everyone was. It was a daily thing; I complained about everything that was even slightly done wrong. But this.. this is outrageous.
"Calm down, Devil. My original plan was for you to go there and beat Tom before he gets you. However, I guess you are right. Sending you to a full packed concert is irrational, considering Tom might not only endager you, but everyone else there..."
"Honestly...I don't even want to know what was going on in your mind when you suddenly had Scott come and tell me to go to that bloody concert," I muttered.
"I'll fingure out a way around it. Until then, please have Carter come see me. I have some things I need to talk to him about. Oh. and, try to control your outburst next time Devil, your fragile voice might crack and we don't want that, now do we?"
Yes, he called me Devil, though my name is Dev. Atleast I think it is. Fred found me on the streets when I was young, and I had only fragments of my memories, one of which didn't inclue my what my name is. He took me in after that and promise to give me protection and a home if I work for him and his organization. He also found a necklace around my neck, which stated "King, Dev" The last letters were scraped off so he figured my name for now would be Dev King. But he would always joke about how the last letters are "il" and that my name was actually Devil King, which in my opinion sounds horrible. I don't want my name to be Devil and I don't want my last name to be King, so I go by Dev. I'm not even sure that those words on the necklace were my name but it was the only thing Fred knew about me.
As soon as I found Carter I informed him that his father wanted to have a word with him. Carter and I didn't speak much. The first time we met was before Fred found me, that much I remember. However, he refuses to tell me why or how we had known each other so I obviously had an outburst on him too. Yes, I was like that when I was young too.
Basically, Carter and I never really got along well after that. But I had managed to develop some mad skill over the years and make a few aqquantances and even a friend in particular- Scott Chembers.
Somehow I had developed a soft spot for him and we were always together. Though we only loved each other the way siblings do. The situation we were in left no time for romance, let alone any personal time or peace at all.
I think we first got close after he heard me singing and claimed I jad the voice of an angel. How ironic considering I was referred to as Devil by Fred.
My voice is what we sometimes use to lure members of other organizations who don't know me in. Something along the lines of having them by my CD (which is fake) with a super small GPS tracker attatched to it so we could find them later on.
Not many people knew of me as an agent of this organization and we planned on keeping that way. After all, I was the orgainzation's 'secret weapon' as members called it. Pfft, more like puppet.
But, even after all this, I still appreciate the beautiful voice I have and so does everyone else, but since my voice is really fragile, I have to be careful with it, especially during my outbursts. Thats why I don't speak much and usually just think or talk to myself in my mind.
Why some normal guy couldn't find me on the streets instead of Fred I will never know.
But what I did know was all this thinking was making me ache for another mission, even if it was as irrational as the one Fred had proposed. It was actually starting to sound like quite the nice mission and I was just aching for the ardrenaline. Tom, who was chasing me some unknown reason ever since Fred found me, was really starting to piss me off.
Also, some other organization, which as far as I know have nothing to do with Tom, have been trying to kill me since they found out I was part of St@r5, their rival organization. As for Tom, I have no idea why he wants me dead.
But I do know they've all killed other innocent people before, buy now theyr'e all stuck on me as target. That's why I plan to kill them all before they can get to me or my organization. As much as I hated it , I hate to say this place and the people part of it are my home, they're the family I never had, or atleast I think I never had.
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I stopped walking and let the small device scan my eye. Yes, we had some pretty high tech stuff here.
I passed Scott who was sitting on the couch and started digging through the drawer of the table a computer was on. Once I found what I was looking for I tossed a pack to Scott and kept one for myself before saying, " Load your gun. Tom is going down."
And this time, he's not getting away.
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My boots clanked against the marble floor. Fred Jack, founder of the organiztion I was in, had requested something unreasonable from me.
The sensory metallic doors opened on their own for me as I bombarded Fred's office.
"What are you thinking?! Trying to send me to that place! Unbelievable! What did you think was going to come out of it? That Tom would have just magically showed up there because of me and I could've snuck up on him? It's a full house concert and sending me there surely isn't the answer!"
Despite my rage, Fred remained calm. He was used to my outbursts, everyone was. It was a daily thing; I complained about everything that was even slightly done wrong. But this.. this is outrageous.
"Calm down, Devil. My original plan was for you to go there and beat Tom before he gets you. However, I guess you are right. Sending you to a full packed concert is irrational, considering Tom might not only endager you, but everyone else there..."
"Honestly...I don't even want to know what was going on in your mind when you suddenly had Scott come and tell me to go to that bloody concert," I muttered.
"I'll fingure out a way around it. Until then, please have Carter come see me. I have some things I need to talk to him about. Oh. and, try to control your outburst next time Devil, your fragile voice might crack and we don't want that, now do we?"
Yes, he called me Devil, though my name is Dev. Atleast I think it is. Fred found me on the streets when I was young, and I had only fragments of my memories, one of which didn't inclue my what my name is. He took me in after that and promise to give me protection and a home if I work for him and his organization. He also found a necklace around my neck, which stated "King, Dev" The last letters were scraped off so he figured my name for now would be Dev King. But he would always joke about how the last letters are "il" and that my name was actually Devil King, which in my opinion sounds horrible. I don't want my name to be Devil and I don't want my last name to be King, so I go by Dev. I'm not even sure that those words on the necklace were my name but it was the only thing Fred knew about me.
As soon as I found Carter I informed him that his father wanted to have a word with him. Carter and I didn't speak much. The first time we met was before Fred found me, that much I remember. However, he refuses to tell me why or how we had known each other so I obviously had an outburst on him too. Yes, I was like that when I was young too.
Basically, Carter and I never really got along well after that. But I had managed to develop some mad skill over the years and make a few aqquantances and even a friend in particular- Scott Chembers.
Somehow I had developed a soft spot for him and we were always together. Though we only loved each other the way siblings do. The situation we were in left no time for romance, let alone any personal time or peace at all.
I think we first got close after he heard me singing and claimed I jad the voice of an angel. How ironic considering I was referred to as Devil by Fred.
My voice is what we sometimes use to lure members of other organizations who don't know me in. Something along the lines of having them by my CD (which is fake) with a super small GPS tracker attatched to it so we could find them later on.
Not many people knew of me as an agent of this organization and we planned on keeping that way. After all, I was the orgainzation's 'secret weapon' as members called it. Pfft, more like puppet.
But, even after all this, I still appreciate the beautiful voice I have and so does everyone else, but since my voice is really fragile, I have to be careful with it, especially during my outbursts. Thats why I don't speak much and usually just think or talk to myself in my mind.
Why some normal guy couldn't find me on the streets instead of Fred I will never know.
But what I did know was all this thinking was making me ache for another mission, even if it was as irrational as the one Fred had proposed. It was actually starting to sound like quite the nice mission and I was just aching for the ardrenaline. Tom, who was chasing me some unknown reason ever since Fred found me, was really starting to piss me off.
Also, some other organization, which as far as I know have nothing to do with Tom, have been trying to kill me since they found out I was part of St@r5, their rival organization. As for Tom, I have no idea why he wants me dead.
But I do know they've all killed other innocent people before, buy now theyr'e all stuck on me as target. That's why I plan to kill them all before they can get to me or my organization. As much as I hated it , I hate to say this place and the people part of it are my home, they're the family I never had, or atleast I think I never had.
~
I stopped walking and let the small device scan my eye. Yes, we had some pretty high tech stuff here.
I passed Scott who was sitting on the couch and started digging through the drawer of the table a computer was on. Once I found what I was looking for I tossed a pack to Scott and kept one for myself before saying, " Load your gun. Tom is going down."
And this time, he's not getting away.
Notes
I finally updated...To be honest I was actually quite scared to update because I thought I wouldn't meet everyones expectations of this story but I promise it'll get better. And its not going to be 'scary' or anything or like Criminal Minds so you guys dont need to worry about that.
If you haven't guessed the concert Fred and Dev were talking about is One Directions.. so Zayn will probably be on the next chapter.
You'll find out more about yhe characters as the story progresses.
This is more like a prolouge and setting the stage kind of chapter so please be patient.
Dev's outfit will be up on next chapter...
I'm sorry if I overwhelmed you in this chapter.. there was just so much information I had to mention I got caught up so if you have any questions feel free to ask.
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2/22/14