Warning this Fanfic contains more realistic criminal organizations, murder, gutting people like fish, drugs and alcohol, torture, robbery, suicide bombing, OCs, crime, child abuse, terrorism, swearing, and one sided lemon.
Prologue
Steel's POV
Steel looked at his handiwork and smiled as he saw all the blood had formed a huge R. What surprised him most was that all that blood could come out of one person, a 16 year-old girl. He then remembered the boss told him to be back at dawn.
While walking to the safe-house it began to rain "well at least it will turn my hair back to blonde." He thought. He remembered the night.
Start Flashback
He walked into the party looking for the defector girl, Maddy. She was a threat to the organization since she could tell the police. He quickly found her and started flirting; he couldn't remember what either of them said except for when she asked if he would walk her home because a weird guy was following her. He noticed a brown haired kid following them, "probably her boyfriend, I heard she's a slut." He thought. Half a block away he backstabbed her, literally.
End Flashback.
He got to the safe house a few minutes later. The first thing he was asked was if she was dead. He responded in a cold monotone voice, "I'm a Rocket." That caused a cheer from the other members.
Bronze's POV
He was panicking. The girl, Maddy, was under his protection. He had lost her. The party was full of people their age, and she had disappeared. He had seen her a few times, flirting with an ominous-looking kid. Then, they left.
He had followed, but kept losing them in the gargantuan crowds. Then, he heard what he had dreaded; a muffled scream in a dark alley. He was too late.
He never saw the boy again that night. But he knew it was him. His brown, short hair was soaked as he walked back to base in the current downpour.
He got inside and was bombarded with questions; 'Is she alright?' 'What happened?'
He looked up, and in a sorrowful voice, muttered two words.
"She's gone."
Only one phrase was heard among the silent crowd. "Those bastards"
Hawktalonofwindclan: Hi this is our first story
Tergabow: And as you may have noticed, the styles are different per point of view.
Hawk: That's because this is a joint story. I write as Steel.
Tergabow: And I write as Bronze. So, R&R.
Hawk: Please don't flame, or else I'll get the Rockets
Both: Have a nice day