Agent B's point of view

"Alright, break it up." I said loudly, pulling Calum away from Luke. "Knock it the fuck off."

"Why the hell are you guys always arguing? It's supposed to be Cake!" Michael yelled, holding Luke away from Calum.

"Luke can go fuck himself on a cactus and then burn in hell." Calum snapped and I put my hand over his mouth.

"Well Calum is acting like a fucking dick and I hope he dies next." Luke said and Calum froze. "Because it's your fault were in the mess!"

"How!?" Calum yelled, ripping my hand off of his mouth. "What did I do to cost the entire band to be in danger like this?"

"If you'd stop sleeping around and starting fights every time someone disagreed with you, maybe you wouldn't have pissed off so many people!" Luke growled, glaring at Calum.

"Shut up Hemmings," I said, surprising everyone by standing up for Calum. I blinked a few times and Luks then glared at me. "You're wrong, it's not Calum's fault and it is not your fault, nor is it Ashton's or Michael's. Not singularly. So just shut up."

"What?" Michael asked, looking at me. "What's going on then? Who's fault is it?" He asked me and Calum looked at me.

"Go take Luke downstairs," I said. "I'll tell you in a bit."

"Fine." He said and took Luke out of the room. I looked at Calum and he looked at me, bathing heavily. I rose an eyebrow and he looked down.

"I'm fine," he said, his hand running over his rib. "Luke just landed a decent punch at the wrong spot."

"Did you hit him?"

"He tripped, fell over his bed, and landed on the other side." He mumbled and I nodded. "I can't hit him-"

"Yeah yeah yeah," I said and pushed on his ribcage. "Does that hurt?" I asked and he said that it did, just a little bit.

"I just need some ice, that's all." He told me and I nodded. "You know why we're in this mess?"

"I have a theory." I told him and he nodded. "Let's go downstairs and ice your wound." I told him and he followed me out of the room.

They all looked at us as we went to the kitchen and I handed him a random bag firm the freezer. It was some frozen strawberries, so I guess that could work.

He pressed it against his rib cage and we went to go sit down on the couch. "Michael said you know why were stuck with people who want to kill us?" Ashton asked.

"Well, I have an idea, I don't know for sure." I said and he nodded, Rachael looking up from her phone. "It's probably about Savanna and William."

"How?"

"They gave their lives to protect you four," I said, answering Luke's question. "Analeigh is probably mad that you killed some of her friends and is having multiple people try to kill you. She's not going to do it herself."

"It's not like we meant for them to do it..." Michael told me and I chuckled.

"No one ever really means it Michael," I told him and he blinked at the floor. "You never have a say in people's intentions."

"I guess." Luke said and Ashton ran a hand through his hair, tugging on it. "Come here baby." He said and Kennedy sat on his lap, hugging him.

"Oh fuck y-"

"Fuck!" Ashton yelled and suddenly his fist was going through the dry wall. We all looked at him and I stood still, watching as he had his break down.

"They died because of us!" He said, his shoulders slacking and his breathing heavy. "Savanna and-and my dad died because of us." He cried, clenching his fist and banging it against the wall.

"He's scaring m-"

"Oh shut up." Calum snapped at Kennedy. "You shouldn't even be here. Your imput is not only irritating but very unnecessary because you didn't watch one of your friends die and you weren't covered in your dad's blood when he died!"

"No but I saw my mother kill my father and I watched as he killed himself!"

"But it wasn't your fault." Michael said bitterly and I rubbed my temples, my head hurting a lot. "They didn't risk their lives for you."

"Ashton?" Rachael asked softly and they quieted and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Ash-"

"Leave me alone." He snapped and I couldn't hear someone stomping away. It reminded me of a five year old who didn't get the toy car he wanted.

"Agent-"

"I'm fine. He'll be fine." I said, my voice gravelly. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up, seeing Michael. "What?"

"Maybe you should rest. It's really tense right now." He told me and glared at the youngest members of the band.

"Calum fucking started it. He can't tell me when and when not my girlfriend can come over. He would bring girls home all the time!" Luke defended himself.

"Who has sex when you and your best friends are in such a troubling situation that ended horribly last time?" Calum shot back.

"We're alive aren't we? It wasn't that bad-"

"Your ex girlfriend, one of our friends, and Ashton's father died and you're saying it wasn't that bad? Are you stupid?" Calum yelled and I grit my teeth, feeling my jaw clench.

"Baby, please, don't fight-"

"Oh don't be such a baby. You know damn well Luke's only with you because you look like Savanna." Calum said and it went dead silent.

"Get your ass back here Hem-"

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled at them all, looking at them. "Sit your fucking ass down Luke or so god help me I will take a power tool and bolt you to the fucking chair." I said and looked at him, but he didn't listen to me.

I clenched my jaw and stood up, grabbing his arm roughly after I walked up to him. I turned him around harshly and lowered my voice down a few octaves.

"You are going to sit your ass down because if you walk out there, you are risking not only your life but her's aswell. Are you really ready to do that? It's life or death and fucking remember Luke, I'm not running after you." I said and he looked at me.

"But it's you-"

"Shut up." I said to the girl and looked at Luke. "My job isn't to babysit are bunch of boys, okay? I'm one of the most requested agents, people have died to have me on their side. I can watch you die if I wanted to, and I've sit back and seen hundreds of people die, loved ones and not. I may have failed the mission then, but I can always go to a new agency and continue on without a single care in the world." I told him and he rolled his eyes.

"As if. Come on." He said and his girlfriend followed him out of the house. I nodded and followed him, shutting the door behind him.

"You let him walk off?" Rachael asked, seeming bewildered at my actions.

"If the kid wants to dance on the line of danger and paranoia, so be it." I said and she ran out of the house, closing the door.

"Ashton left. Luke left." I said and looked at the two. "Are you next?" I asked Calum and he shrugged.

"I need a drink..."

"I'm not stopping you." I said and he looked at me, his eyes big and brown and a bit puffy. "In fact, if you want to be reckless, then I encourage it. It's not my life you're fucking up."

"So nice." Michael said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at me. "Cal, don't-"

"You have tracking devices on our phones. If you need me, I'll be at the pub." He said and I have him a salute before he went upstairs.

I did not give any fucks.

-

"Agent B?" Michael asked and I looked up drop my laptop. The sweet taste of apple pie on my tongue and a warm fork between my lips.

I gave an affirmative nod, and he carried on speaking as I set my fork down. "I um, I know we aren't close but like, human to human, person to person, are you okay?"

"No," I said once I finished eating. "But no one cares." I told him before going back to scrolling on my laptop, keeping an eye on the boys.

"I care."

"You may say you do, and you may think you do, but nobody cares if you're okay or not. It's the real world, no one cares." I told him and he was silent.

"Why are you like this?"

"No one chooses who they become when they're forced into a life they didn't exactly want. It was forced upon me and I have zero control over any of it." I said and took another bite of the pie I went and bought with Michael.

"That's terrible." He told me and I looked at him. "If you didn't want this job, why did you go for it?"

"When all you're good at is shooting a gun and killing people, it's the only thing you can do." I said, reading some of the files that were emailed to me. "Maybe you hate what you see when you look in the mirror but oh well, you have to suck it up till you drop dead."

"Just quit." He told me and I almost choked on my food. "Is it that hard to turn your stuff in and start a life you want?"

"You think I can just quit? Like this is some retail job? Do you think it's that easy?"

"What do you have to do to quit?" He asked me and I put a fork full of pie into my mouth. "Is there a ritual or something?"

"No, you turn in your shit, but you can't turn in what it's done to you." I told him and he looked at me. "You can turn over a new leaf but you can't undo what that part of your life has done to you. It's not that easy."

"Oh, I see." He said and I stayed silent, not wanting to answer anymore questions. "You can't just like try to change? Is it that hard to change who you are?"

"This is the last question in answering." I said and he nodded. "Once you do something for so long, once it becomes a habit, you can't break it or change it. Once you touch the darkness, it never goes away. It clings to who you are and it just absorbs inch and every bit of innocence you have until you're nothing but a rotting corpse in the ground."

"Wow...." He said after a minute or two of pure silence. I took a drink of my black coffee and then got email after email.

I checked them and it as spam mail. I deleted them all and then banged lightly on my laptop as it glitched. "Really?" I asked and pressed the power button.

The laptop shut off and I sighed, closing the device. "I'm worried, they haven't came home yet." Michael told me.

"They'll be back." I told him and took a bite of my pie again. "Don't think about it." I added shortly and he nodded.