The Devil's Angel // Sheriarty AU

• Chapter 1 •

Bored.

I feel like this all the time. Bored. Being a consulting criminal does have its entertaining side, but everyone is so ordinary. Ordinary - something I'm not. Something Seb isn't either.

Sebastian Moran. My sniper. My only 'friend'.

We've known each other for years now. We pretty much grew up together. I don't know exactly how we first came into contact but ever since we did, we never left each others sight since. You could say we have a 'special bond'. I'd much rather say that he's my 'pet'. He does whatever I say. I respect that.

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Lately, I've been setting up some murders to play around with Scotland Yard a bit. They never seem to be able to figure them out, even with the easy clues that I lead them with. Scotland Yard need a lot of training! It's like they don't even try.

I wish I had someone to solve my crimes, and stop me from getting bored. Like that's going to happen though.

Why is everyone so easily too manipulate. So easy to fool. So easy to kill. It's so boring! I guess that's the curse of being different to everyone else - bored is the only thing I feel.

The only way I could get entertained and not be bored was by killing people, but now I've realised that everyone's ordinary, and now killing people is boring too!

Ugh. The struggles of life!

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"Ready?" Says Sebastian through the Walkie-talkie.

"Ready." I reply with a stern voice, hoping he doesn't screw everything up. He never has in the past, so I don't know why I'm worrying now.

My sniper gets into position, looking through the scope of his gun and aiming for the target.

I stand, disguised, near the end of the alleyway in case the target gets away and I have to take actions into my own hands.

I never usually get my hands dirty and do all the dirty work, but the target we're after tonight needs a back up.

Hes a trained assassin. And he's killing all of my targets and making me bored. He needs to be eliminated!

I lean against the brick wall of the bar on the corner of the alley way, wearing 'ordinary' clothes and dark shades to hide my identity.

The target walks closer and closer towards me and I begin to wonder why Sebastian is taking so long.

"Seb! Take the shot! Seb?" I whisper angrily through my mini microphone attached to my clothes.

He wasn't answering me back.

The target gets closer and closer to me so I decide to take matters into my own hands, and get my hands a little dirty. I lean off of the wall and I walk slowly towards the moving target. Hes a muscly fellow with a bold head and tattoo sleeves. He's pretty generic! The targets pace begins to slow as he nears closer to me. This sets off alarm bells in my brain.

Hes about to attack me.

My thought came all too late, as the target grabs me back the throat, lifts me off of my feet and crashes me against the dark alleyway wall. I try to reach for my gun in my back pocket but his grip was too tight that my vision began to grow blurrier and blurrier by the second.

God. This is why I don't get my hands dirty! I'm better at commanding people than murdering assassins! Where on earth is Seb???

When my mind began telling me it was the end, out of nowhere, Sebastian came up to the man from behind and death gripped his weak spot, resulting in the target dropping me to the floor and to scream out in pain, crouching to the floor. It's funny how one tight grip on one specific spot on the human body could cause such excruciating pain!

Fascinating!

Once the man was on his knees, Seb took out a pistol with a silencer on it and shot the man straight in the back of the head. He fell face forward onto the damp, grey concrete of the alleyway, the grey slowly becoming the colour red with every passing minute.

I lift myself up from the floor, using the wall to help as I cough and cough to get used to the air filling my lungs once again. Sebastian, for some odd reason, grabs my hand and lifts me up and...

Pulls me into a hug?

I immediately break up the hug. What does he think he's doing? He can't out of the blue just hug me! That's not what our 'relationship' is about.

"What are you doing Seb?" I angrily say, as I back up to steps away from him.

"You could died! I just wanted to make sure you were okay!" He complain, stepping towards me again.

"I can take care of myself Seb! I don't need you to look after me, I'm your boss. You do as I say!" I say again, and Seb takes another step towards me.

"I couldn't just watch you being strangled nearly to death. I had to come and help you. I couldn't stop myself." He lowers his voice to nearly a whisper.

What. The. Actual. Fuck?

"Seb... I..." What I tried to say was I didn't see him in that way, but of course as the clichés go, he took me into a kiss.

Ugh. Really Seb? I don't see you in that way! God man!

I break the kiss and I can see that Seb looks hurt.

"Sebastian. I don't see you in that way....that was...inappropriate." I whisper, too embarrassed about the current situation to raise my voice any higher.

"Jim...please"

"You care too much about me, Sebastian."

"Jim... Don't"

"I can't have you around if I'm distracting you. I can't have my sniper distracted. I need him focused, and not on me"

"Jim...please don't do this"

"Goodbye Seb"

BANG!

Hey guys! So chapter one! How was it? Okay? I hope so. Well this chapter ended on a low note. Jim killed Sebastian for caring about him too much. Well done Jim. Well fucking done! Now you'll begin to regret it!

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this update!

-darcie