Guardian In Disguise.

Chapter One

Author: I just want to say na kapag may dialouge na naka "Italic font"  ibig sabihin, that character is speaking using his language.  Naka-translate lang para hindi tayo nosebleedin lahat HAHA muah!

Chapter 1: The Warning
Agent Labyrinth

The gamble of power has only one golden rule, there will always be losers and winners. And I refuse to be anything but victorious.

Umabot sa backstage ang masasayang sigawan ng mga fans habang nagpeperform ang kanilang mga idolo. Sobrang layo sa sigawan na maririnig sa likuran ng stage.

It's eerie and horrifying.

The painful scream of my target is overpowered by the joy created by fans outside. It's like two different world in the same place.

Some were screaming because they made an I contact with their oppa, while some were screaming because they made an eye contact of me

One of the biggest boy band in the world are here on philippines to perform for their World Tour, and I'm tasked to protect them from any pose of danger. Until they get back safe from South Korea, my mission won't end.

I laid my eyes to a man pleading for his life, limbless and crying for mercy. He looked up to me, bullets of sweats forming on his forehead, his face painted white.

"P-Please parang awa niyo na ho, may binbuhay akong pamilya. H'wag niyo akong patayin, pakiusap."

Siya nalang ang buhay sa mga sniper na pinadala upang saktan ang kliyente ko, ang iba ay nasa paligid niya, hindi na humihinga.

Pathetic.

His situation was the same hell hole I was in before. The eyes of hopeless, the lips of voiceless and the face of powerless. I was on that same route, and I would do anything to deviate going back to that fucking path again.

"I won't get paid If I don't kill you."

"P-Pakiusap ginagawa ko lang ho ang trabahong ito para mabuhay."

"So am I." I pointed the gun on the back of his head, making him stiffened. "I'm only doing my job."

I shot the back of his skull leaving a trace of hole in it, parts of his brain scattered on the floor and bead of his fresh blood splashed on my leather jacker.

Hindi man lang ako napakurap sa ginawa. I did it with no mercy, not even a single ounce of doubt. Ruthless, that's how my co-workers describe me.

I have no room reserve for weakness nor to any guilt. I always supress my feelings, burying it deep down my consciousness. I don't need it, it won't get me anywhere.

Just crush everyone who hinders my will to be the most powerful. That's how my mind works. That's how I survived. That's how I live.

Nilibot ako ang paningin sa tumpok ng bangkay sa aking paligid. Bloods, organs, limbs and other body parts were scattered around the dim lit room. It was messy.

Dinukot ko ang cellphone sa bulsa ng aking jeans, upang mag summon ng Cleaners sa lugar ko. Hindi ko puwedeng iwan ng ganito ang lugar na 'to.

Afterwards, the cleaners arrived ensuring that no trace were left behind.

Lumabas na ako upang lumanghap ng sariwang hangin, masyadong malansa ang iniwang dugo ng mga pinatay ko. I pulled a stick of cigarette and smoke one to ease some stress.

Nothing beats a cigarette after one massive massacre. While puffing, a manly voice echoed behind me, making my senses turn into battle mode.

"Who are you?"