Agent B's point of view

I sat on their couch, my hand clutching a gun and my eyes focused on the television as Michael played some video games. I believe it was called Call of Duty but I wasn't sure. There are hundreds of games like this.

I watched as he gunned down enemy after enemy and as he yelled when he was gunned down himself. He huffed and when somebody's arm broke during during an interrogation, I couldn't help but slip back into my memories.

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"Are you going to tell us where he is?" He asked me and my partner. "Well?" He pressed as I stayed quiet.

My partner silently begged me to at least answer, even if I truly did not know. I didn't answer though, I was too afraid to and I couldn't find it in me to even part my lips.

"I see." He said and snapped his fingers. I was forced to watch as he took a knife and dug it into my partners arm, swiping it straight down.

A large gash appeared on his arm and blood dripped down so quickly. My throat dried as he grunted in pain, his jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut.

"This is your fault Agent. Are you going to tell us or not?" He asked me as he pressed the tip of the blade into my partner's stomach, unable to cut his other arm because the bone had already been broken. You could see it poke through his skin.

"I don't know where he is." I said, miraculously finding the strength to move my lips and use my voice. "I don't know." I repeated but that wasn't the answer he was looking for.

The blade slowly broke skin and I tried to turn away, but I wad unable to due to the grip some guy had on me. I had to watch as his dug the blade into my partner's stomach and I had to watch as he yelled in pain because of it.

"I'm sorry." I cried, my vision blurry and my stomach turning as blood pooled by his feet. "I don't know! I don't know!" I yelled honestly but it was too late.

The blade was ripped from his stomach and held up to his throat. The blade swiped and a large cut along his neck appeared. Blood spilled and gushed from the cut and I was thrown on the floor by my partner's feet, now covered in his blood.

"I will be back in the morning. If you still do not have an answer, you will end up like him." I was told and my heart hammered against my chest as a nearby radio sounded after they left the room.

"Agent B. Agent B. Come in. I have points on where you are located, do not move. I repeat, do not move. We will arrive shortly. Is Agent J with you?" It sounded and I scrambled towards it.

I picked it up and whispered quietly, cringing as my eyes fell upon my blood covered hands. "Agent J is gone. I repeat, Agent J is gone." I said and it was silent, other than the static.

"Very well. We are on our way, hold on Agent B. We are on our way, a helicopter will be there." They said and I nodded.

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"I wonder if war is actually like this game." Ashton thought outloud and I turned to look at him. "I wonder if it really it heartless people with weapons."

It's worse, I wanted to say but couldn't find it in me. It's not the game. The game couldn't dare capture all of it.

It's little children being shot down for holding a weapon and it's mothers and father's doing suicide attacks because their children have died.

It's carrying the bodies of your dead teammates through a gun field and repeatedly telling them they're going to be okay even though it's a lie.

It's the constant worry and constant nagging you hear in your head because you don't know if you're going to come out alive.

It's always having to watch your back and be dead silent or else you'll die.

It's being so precise and so accurate or else you just got your whole team killed.

It's taking turns at night to keep eyes out on anything that can cause harm to your sleeping team.

It's the pounding in your ears as a close friend of yours gets hit by a bullet and you're struggling to accept that fact she's dead and isn't coming back.

It's waking up in your bed at midnight because you remember the look in someone's eyes right as you killed them.

It's staring blankly at a wall because memories of helicopters and gunshots and screams of agony fill your head and no one else knows about it.

It's not having a second chance after you miss and there is no restart button to press when you make a mistake.

It's not being able to leave when you're bored and it's having each second feel like an hour.

I gulped down a lump in my throat and took a deep breath to calm myseld down a bit. In and out. In and out. In and-

"Agent B? Are you okay?" I opened my eyes and glanced at Ashton. "Are you in pain? Should I change the bandages on your arm?" He asked and grabbed my arm.

I pulled it away from his grip and he watched me, clearly worried. "I'm fine." I whispered and then stood up.

I held my gun and then left the room, needing some time to be alone. I walked around the house and slowed down as I passed a closed door with hushed whispers behind it.

"Luke, do you think we're going to die?" Calum asked softly and I held my breath.

"No, of course not. Why would you think that Calum? Agent B clearly knows what she's doing. We've gone through this before, it's going to be okay. Well be okay." Luke told him and Calum sighed.

"I don't know, I'm just a little afraid. We're four people, she's one woman. She can't just watch all of us. You remember last time don't you?" Calum said and I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Evesdropper much?" I heard Ashton whisper and I pulled my shoulder away from his hand. I began walking and he followed me, I knew he did.

"Do you hate me?" He asked me and I stopped, somehow finding myself back at the stairs that lead to the living room. "Do you not like me?"

"I have no reason to." I said and stood still as he turned me around. I kept my back to him and he huffed, walking in front of me and looking at me.

"It's just... you don't seem to like me much and I just feel like I irritate you. I feel like a pest and it's not the best feeling in the world." He told me and scratched the back of his head.

"Maybe I'm overreacting. You're probably like this to everyone, so I shouldn't be like taking and questioning it. I have no special treatment." He said and I rolled my eyes at how over dramatic he was being.

"Chill." I said and he nodded. I went downstairs and Michael groaned.

"What the fuck? Kennedy, stop it. Why do you have to be so good at this damn game?" Michael spoke into his headset as his player died. "Luke taught you? Luke sucks, no fucking way he taught you."

"Yeah I'm well aware you're dating and I just offended your loverboy. I've been making fun of him for years, just cause he got a girl don't mean I'm gonna stop." Michael said and I took a seat on a couch.

"Kennedy is Luke's girlfriend. They met at a concert backstage, he asked the security guard to pull her back so they could talk." Ashton said and I nodded.

"After like, four months he finally asked her to be his girlfriend. I'm glad he got over his ex though, I hate to see him all mopey." He told me and I nodded again, not really caring because his love life doesn't concern me.

"Yeah well Savanna's not here okay Luke?" I heard Calum yell loudly and it went silent. The game was paused and it was as if no one in here but me was breathing. "She's not here! Agent B is not Savanna! Stop bringing her up!"

"You mentioned her first!"

I looked at Michael and Ashton for clarification and the two were just looking at each other. "Hey uh Kennedy, I have to go. Manager is calling and you know how long his calls are. Bye." Michael lied and then turned the game off completely.

I rose an eyebrow at him and it was silent again. "Get it through your thick head Luke, she's not Savanna! Savanna, she-she was so much different! She's gone Luke okay, stop it. She's not here!"

"I'm going up there." Ashton said and stood up. He ran upstairs and I looked at Michael who stayed silent as he eyed upstairs.

"That's enough!" Ashton yelled at the two and I closed my eyes as they yelled over this 'Savanna' girl.

She's Luke's ex, why is she such a huge deal? Why am I being compared to her aswell? I am in no way apart of Luke's love life, nor do I wish to be.

I heard something break and I jumped up, immediately running upstairs and into Luke's room. I glared at the boys and pointed at Calum.

"Downstairs." I said and he looked at me, his lip bleeding. He glared at Luke and then left, his shoulder bumping mine because the doorway was only so big.

"You, downstairs." I said as I pointed at Ashton. He looked at me and I narrowed my eyes at him. He immediately left the room and I looked at Luke.

"I-I didn't mean to-" He stuttered and looked at his fist. "I...I didn't mean to." He told me and looked at me, his eyes watering.

I grimaced slightly at him, but he didn't notice as he looked down at his fist. He's crying. Who cries after hitting someone? You meant it, and you know you did, even if it's just a second, why cry over it?

"Stop crying." I said and he immediately went to wipe his tears. He looked at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Take a nap." I said because a little sleep fixes everything. Unless you're me, then your slumber is full of bad memories.

"Okay." He whispered and nodded. I left his room and closed the door, a little too roughly given Luke's a crying mess and Calum's probably crying too.

'Oh my best friend hit me, boo hoo life is over.'

I walked downstairs and Calum was indeed crying. Ashton had his arms around him and Michael sat beside the two. "Is Luke okay?" Michael asked and I shook my head. "Oh wow, don't sugar coat it then."

I rolled my eyes and he went upstairs to go comfort his best friend. I watched Calum cry into Ashton's shoulder and I shook my head because of the menories.

I glanced at the two and then turned around, leaving the two alone. I went to the kitchen and then leaned against the counter, my face still emotionless.

I'm such a heartless bitch.