Razor, a star agent known for his icy demeanor and unparalleled track record, finds himself entangled in a mission unlike any he's faced before. Alongside his longtime ally, Blaze, Razor has been tasked with an operation by his new head-a figure who...
It was a Saturday morning in the city of Hilldale. A man in an elegant purple suit was walking down a dusty road with his guards. He could see the police station up ahead of him. He sent his guards inside, and they brought along a young boy with them, about fourteen to fifteen years old, the man estimated.
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Then he bent down to gently grasp his hands, and then he smiled at him. The boy frowned at him, his eyes low.
"I think you've received a lot of sympathy from everyone lately." The man started, "So much that it must have annoyed you. Don't worry, I'm not like others. In fact, I've come here to meet you for a purpose."
The boy raised his eyes which met his. Those eyes weren't of someone who'd just lost both his parents. Rather, it was hopeful. He knew it was depressing, so depressing that he refused to think about it. Plus, he was fed up of everyone feeling pity for him. He just longed to feel normal again, like everything was okay. But everything was not okay.
"My name is Valvo, and I'm the leader of an organization called 'The Stellards'." He then bent down on his knees, face to face with him, "I'm not trying to console you, but I'm here to tell you that you're the only one who can console yourself. But for that, you need to understand the reason. The reason why it even happened." He ended.
The boy seemed to be processing this information, and he was of a rather sharp personality. He knew what the man was thinking.
"You mean the reason why my parents had to die?" He spoke for the first time, "Then yes, I do know why. It was their carelessness, the government's. Up until now, I thought they were just like that in movies. I thought they'd be better. But, God! These people are hopeless." He went on cursing the government for two minutes straight, until he finally felt light.
Valvo smiled, "Are you done?"
"Yes. . ." The boy mumbled shyly.
"So, what do you intend to do now, boy? It was their fault, alright. But you can't do nothing about it." He questioned him.
The boy thought for moment or two before he replied, "I'm make 'em pay."
But his voice was baseless and empty, almost like he wasn't satisfied with his own answer.
"No. . . Revenge? That's not what I want."
"What do you want then, little boy?"
"I. . . I've been thinking about it. I'm not sure if I can do something to fix all this. . . But all I want is to change. I don't want to end up like them, atleast."
Valvo raised his eyebrows, "Really? Then I guess I met the right guy." He grinned, "What's your name, buddy?"
"Felix." He beamed, like he was almost waiting for someone to ask his name. "What is this organization of yours about? I won't just go with you if you tell me to."
Valvo couldn't stop himself from smirking. "You're a sharp one, aren't you? Just as sharp as a Razor."
It had been six years since then, and Razor was like a part of Valvo's family. He was like his own son, but he was just an agent, mind you. It was just that. . . He was a little special. And Valvo saw the special in him. But did it matter now?
"That guy's dead. . ." Razor's voice was rough, his eyes red with anger and lack of sleep, "All because he was hiding something, he hid something from me. How could he!?" He freaked out.
Blaze was a little taken aback, unsure of what to do. There was very little that could be said, and he couldn't think of how to comfort him. He just stood beside Razor, waiting for him to finish. But Razor was silent. He wasn't the type of guy to freak out or cry.
"Uh. . . Razor, I think we need to do something about this." He stated, a slight concern in his voice. He was quite afraid that his friend might have a mental breakdown. But Razor wasn't that weak. "Sure," He mumbled, "But I'm waiting for the right time. I don't want to hurry it up. . ."
Then they decided to head their own ways, but Blaze was unwilling to go.
"Are you sure you'll be alright all by yourself? Don't you want me to stay?"
Razor shook his head, "That's unnecessary, you don't seem quite alright yourself. Besides, I need a nap. . ." Blaze finally gave in, and both headed to their respective homes. Razor kicked out his shoes and threw himself on the bed, as if his body was lifeless. He lay still for a few moments and started frowning.
"What is this, huh? I almost revealed myself today. He would've seen me cry." He turned his body the other side, a tear escaping from his eye, "Why, dammit!?" He violently wiped his tears, "Why can't I change!? Why am I the same as before!?" He got up from bed, headed for his balcony. The tears had dried because of the strong winds, and the darkness held his grim expression.
"Emotional and foolish. . ." He mumbled to himself, his thoughts racing back to Valvo and Clovia.
"What was that Valvo had to hide from me?" He leaned onto the railing of the balcony, "It must be something really precious. . . So precious that Clovia could only get it by becoming the leader. . ." He wondered to himself. "Was it an idea that she is implementing? A weapon? A treasure of some sort? What could be so precious to her. . ."
Then he shook his head, "No. Treasure? That's ridiculous. They are the richest organization out there. They're already millionaires."
