Felix's POV

June 5, 2015

9:15 am

If I had known that being honest with Jack would lead to this, then I would have never told him. I would have insisted that we could have found another way to get that murderous bastard. However, ifs and buts, especially butts, aren't going to save me from Cry's wrath when he lands in Ireland. I walked out through the crowd of nosy neighbours and flashed my badge to the officer in the front of the crowd. He looked puzzled at my badge, which meant this was going to become the 500 questions interrogation.

"That's the first time I seen someone with that type of badge before." The officer said with his arms crossing, as if he was beginning to get into deep thought.

"And it'll be the last time, if you let me in, k?" I really didn't need this right now. I was already in deep shit with Cry. The officer did something that I almost got triggered with. He fookin patted me on the head, as if I was a little kid! The Irish son of a fuck!

"Listen, kid, don't think that you're a little too young to be a Wolven Blue agent? I mean-"

"Javla f!tta! You're not my dad!" I shouted a bit too loudly, as I smacked that bitch's hand away from me and shoved my way past him. "What an asshole!" I grumbled under my breath before I walked into Jack's apartment, before stopping end in my tracks. Blood was everywhere...Were those mushes of meat on the walls and ceiling even human? I ran my hand against the long and thin holes within the door. The door was the cleanest thing in the apartment. I slowly made my way into the hallway. The walls' paper torn and sliced by what seemed to be rather sharp and large blades. The blades were possibly jagged, but I couldn't be sure about that. After checking the rooms, I found that all of Jack's and Google's personal items were gone. The only thing I could salvage from the emptied rooms was a small disc with a note attached to it hidden in the corner of Google's closet. I began to read the note.

Dear Swedish Meatbag,

Since you have been living with us, I am only assuming that you will find this and give this to the authorities. I never liked you, and loathe your pitiful existence. It is because of you that my peaceful world with Jack is over. You made me do this, however, I suppose I should thank you actually. Without you living with us, I couldn't have gotten as close as I did with my angel. That is the only reason you are still living. Be grateful for the fact that I didn't hunt you down and bury you in a shallow hole within the earth. Do not worry, Jack is with me. I have long gone with Jack to paradise, so leave us be or I will terminate your worthless life.

Sincerely,

Mark

P.S. Watch the disc before you discard it.

I quickly slipped my only lead to Jack's whereabouts into my pocket. I doubted that Google killed Jack. The humanoid being was too attached to my Irish friend. If anything would have dragged Jack out of his home against his will before murdering him in cold blood. The note that the psychopath written also helps support the fact that Jack is alive at least. Though, it does leave a lot of questions without answers. 'Where is paradise? Is that indicating a name or maybe it isn't truly paradise at all? Possibly a way to throw off investigators within the case, but why did Google kill the neighbours next door and blame me for it? Was the robo-douche addicted to murder after his first victim and just wanted to use me as an excuse?' I honestly couldn't tell you the answers, however, I knew Ken could make sense of it.

Google's POV

1:31 pm

Location: Unknown

If you asked me about my current state of affairs, I would say that it fair better then the excepted outcome. Peterson insisted that we travel to the new headquarters within the Atlantic Ocean. I would normally tell the meat bag to go fuck himself, but he promised me something that I never truly thought about. Mortality. Jack was in a human body, while I had a body made of steel and artificial flesh. Jack would one day grow old and wither away in the matter of years. I would never age a day with my outward appearance, and I could prolong my existence with software upgrades and biyearly maintenance visits. I had centuries to live, while Jack only had about 50 or more years within his current body. There weas only a short amount of time before Jack would ultimately disappear 6 feet under. I had no choice, but accept Peterson's promise. He was my only hope to keeping Jack by my side forever.

"Even my so-called father is twisting my arm for his own benefit. This world stained with people who do not understand my wants." I sighed as I looked out the window of the plane. I had to admit the world above the clouds is beautiful. So pure and innocent. Not yet tainted by the meat bags below. I turned my gaze to the Irish man who was heavily attached within his own world. I reached over, gently tapping his cheek with the back of my hand. "Jack…"

"Hm?" The Irish angel groaned groggily, as he was resting against the soft upholstery of the seat. He pulled the red blanket, that I placed on top of him earlier, tighter around himself and turned over in the seat. I chuckled and looked back out of the window.

"I guess, I'll wake you when we arrive to headquarters…I wonder if you'll still love once you woke, Jack. I hope you don't hate me for what I did." I confessed my fears barely above a whisper. I wonder why my existence in this world cannot be peaceful. I just want to be loved…Is that so wrong? "Is loving me that hard to do?"