I'm proud of this chapter to be honest, and I'm never really proud of my chapters, just saying xx

Third person's point of view

"He's here?" Michael asked questionably. His phone vibrated in his pocket but he ignored it because Ashton was more important than some text massage.

"He can't be. It's empty here." Calum spoke, looking at all the abandoned buildings. Broken down, boarded windows, shattered glass around it, the scene made a shudder run down his spine.

"Quiet." Agent B whispered, hearing wind blow through leaves on various trees and bushes. She needed to find the smallest hint, the smallest clue, as to why the tracking device said Ashton was in such a torn up area.

It wasn't even Sydney anymore, it didn't look like it at least. The barely rising sun made it look more horrendous than the high moon, and the two boys promised to save aside money to fix this dump one day.

Agent B wasn't phased herself. She's seen worse. She's known worse. This was nothing to her, this was common. She didn't jump when a small building fell and she didn't squeal when a rat ran past.

She just told the two to, "Shut the fuck up," and then turned ahead, looking around.

Her phone beeped as she got closer to where Ashton was. She didn't believe he was there, but she didn't want to risk it because William would probably kill her in her dreams and although it doesn't sound that bad, she didn't want to die on a dream.

Even if dying seemed like a wonderful dream to her.

"This place gives me the creeps." Calum said, standing closer to Agent B than she'd like. "I want to go home-"

"We have to find Ashton-"

"Yeah I know, but have you even thought about Luke? Luke's just as important." Calum snapped at his best friend. "You've known Luke longer!"

"But lately Luke has been a dick and I don't want him around us or we'll fall apart. This shit doesn't make us stronger. It never has and it never will." Michael said sourly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So you'd rather him die than be here, alive, being a dick to us?" Calum asked, absolutely bewildered and a bit hurt that Michael would think that way.

"Now that you out it that way..." Michael said, rolling his eyes. His sentence was never finished, Agent B covering his mouth before he could.

Calum could only scoff, automatically thinking the worse. He stumbled back when she grabbed his arm, yanking him back.

"What-"

"Shut up." She hissed and then had them all take a few steps back. She took a broken piece of wood from the floor, and threw it in front of them, snapping a wire that was placed there purposely.

It didn't take long, in fact, they could count on their fingers how long it took for something to happen.

Agent B turned the two boys around, pushing them behind her as a huge glass figurine dropped from somewhere on the building.

It was loud as it crashed and Agent B could feel glass nip at her calves and see it spill around her feet. It didn't reach the boys, luckily, and Michael looked at her in awe.

"You have a weird way of protecting us." Calum spoke, rubbing his arm since her grip was tight when she yanked him. "Are you okay?"

Agent B didn't answer his question. "Am I bleeding?" She asked, turning around and showing them the backs of her legs.

"Can't tell. It doesn't look like they were even cut." Calum said as Michael tried to convince himself that she didn't just save their lives... again.

To him, she was the bitch who couldn't handle her anger issues. The bodyguard who seemed to prefer hurting them more than protecting them. The girl who's so serious and can't a single joke. The girl who was trying to be Savanna... even if she didn't realize it.

"Stay behind me." Agent B spoke, snapping Michael out of his thoughts. "Are you okay?" She said to him and Michael shook his head, crossing his arms and walking forward.

They stepped around the large pile of glass and Agent B's phone beeped quickly, signaling that they were closer than before. She silenced it to vibrating so it wasn't so loud and Calum stopped.

"I don't want to be here," he said, fear bubbling in his chest. Every step here felt like his last, because maybe they will be. Who knows anymore? "Can we turn back?"

"We need to get Ashton." Michael said and their bodyguard agreed. Calum nodded, knowing they were right, and then carried on walking.

His calves ached from all the walking and his heart was beating erratically in his heavy chest. He kept his distance to Agent B and Michael as close as he could because if he didn't, he feared he'd get lost. Or worse, taken.

"He's around here." Agent B spoke as they stopped in front of a house. "Stay close." She said and reached for the handle of a boarded up door.

She twisted it open, but it wouldn't budge. It was locked, obviously enough. So she turned her vibrating phone off, handed it to Michael, and then kicked at the door.

Her leg went through the wood after awhile and she huffed. Her eyes widened when someone yanked her into the door and her body slammed against it.

"Oh my god!" Calum yelled and clung to Michael, afraid. The older boy held him, looking around for anyone else that could pose as a threat or a danger to them.

Agent B took her gun and shot at the handle. The door swung open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang. She grit her teeth in pain, her leg trapped behind the door and the wall.

She yanked her left out quickly and held her gun up, looking for the person ago occupied the house. Maybe it was Ashton was just afraid of who it was?

Or maybe it wasn't.

A beautiful girl stepped out, black skinny jeans clung to her legs and a ripped army great shirt hung off of her shoulders with rips around the neckline. Her brown hair was pulled into two braids and her plump lips were pulled into a thin line and her piercing green eyes that seemed to star into your soul.

Although she was probably everyone someone looked for in a girl, the sawed off shotgun in her hands seemed to throw them all off. Especially the two boys.

Her lips curled into a smirk and she shot it, a loud bang filling and nearly shaking the house to ruins. The boys held their ears and jumped back into the arms of some stranger and Agent B rolled out of the way.

A hole was blasted into the side of the house and she looked up arms the two boys. She grabbed her gun and shot at the stranger as she walked on to the stairs.

The unknown men dropped to the floor, blood spilling out of their mouths. Calum screamed, some of the blood dripping on to his clothes and tears filled his eyes because he was so sure he was going to die right now.

Michael covered his mouth angrily, telling the brunet boy to, "Shut the fuck up," and then continued to looked around for somewhere to hide.

He looked at the dead bodies and then grabbed the gun, skillfully checking out how much ammunition was in the clip. It was full, so he put it in his back pocket with the keys and then took Calum somewhere to hide.

Agent B didn't yell after them as they fled the scene, too busy with the girl and her shotgun. The unknown girl shot again as Agent B jumped up, and swung herself up the stairs using the railings.

"Ashton?" The agent yelled, but she got no answer. She looked around careful and quickly, making sure not to die in the process.

She swung a door open to the bathroom and closed it quietly. She used the light streaming from the window to help her see and she opened the shower curtain, trying not to make a sound.

She couldn't identify the body laying motionless in the tub, but she didn't have time to because the door was slamming open, denting the wall. Agent B dropped to the floor as she shot straight ahead and then kicked the girls ankles, causing her to stumble back.

Agent B jumped up, running to another room. She looked around and it seemed to be a bedroom. It was bare, besides a bed, a broken window, a cracked mirror, and a black Iphone lying on the carpet.

Agent B scooped the phone out and then turned around as the door was blew open. As the unknown woman loaded the shotgun again, Agent B jumped out the window onto the unsturdy roof.

She stumbled as she climbed up, careful not to fall through. She looked around and then hide behind a broken chimney as the shotgun fired again.

Where's Michael and Calum, she asked herself, panicking a little bit again.

She took a deep breath and then looked at the chimney. She set her hands on the bricks and then climbed into it, sliding down slowly to prevent hurting herself.

She hit the bottom and then kicked the cage open so she could leave. A shotgun going off filled the silence, and bricks dropped down the chimney, along with dust.

Agent B flung herself up the staircase again, because using the stairs would make too much noise if she were to run up them. She checked the bathroom to identify the body and she cursed under her breath.

It wasn't Ashton.

Soon, another gunshot sounded and she kicked as the hole in the wall to make it bigger. Once it was big enough, she looked down, jumping through it when she heard footsteps outside of the door.

She crashed into bags of trash as her landing and then groaned, her breathing heavy. She didn't waste a second to catch her breath before jumping out and running somewhere to hide.

She made every twist she could, every turn. Until she finally hid inside of a park tunnel, curling up to keep from anyone seeing her. It was the best place to hide considering the buildings were boarded up and the alleyways were all one wayed.

She pulled the unknown person's phone out and turned it on, seeing a screen of the band at a concert. She took it out of the case and noticed a small sticker on the back, the tracking device.

She squeezed the phone in her hand and fought the urge to throw the damn thing out. She grit her teeth and then silently took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she accidentally gave herself away.

When she was calmed down, she turned the phone on. She reset the phone to take the password off and then dialed Calum's number, since his was the first to show up under 'important'.

She needed to know where the two were and if they could miraculously find the car and drive out of here safely. She could find another way out, she had connections, they didn't. They'd need the car more than she did. Their lives were more important than her's.

The phone rang. And it rang. And it rang.

But it was never answered.