The Demons Inside. [ZM AU]

Ch: 19 || Hope.

[Max]

This morning I woke at my usual late time-it was past 11am, that's all I know. Timing is different here in Canada to back home in England. We're seven hours behind. The time right now is midday and back home it would be early evening, 7pm. Being the leader means I have privileges-ones that my 'workers' don't. I don't know why Zayn didn't do that-instead he wanted to work as a team. What an idiot.

"Danny!" I yelled from the top of the stairs and I heard crashing from the kitchen before he appeared in sight looking rather anxious.

"Y-yes, s-sir?" his green eyes look at me full of innocence and I decided to lower my tone... just because.

"Where is Becky and Aaron?" I questioned him because they were not in their bedrooms which means they can only be downstairs, seeing as I haven't given either of them permission to leave the den.

"Uh, Aaron is working on the laptop sit... while Becky... I haven't seen her since yesterday." Danny replies honestly, looking behind his shoulder to see if Becky's shoes were there-they weren't.

The crazy cow had left.

And of course I'm going to be damn angry right now. She has disobeyed my orders! I didn't know where she was heading but the good thing and very smart thing that I've done secretly with all my gang members, is that I've put tracking devices in one tattoo on each of their bodies. Clever right?

Our symbol is a black sun, which is basically showing that we like fire and the heat the sun gives off but we're bad-so it's black.

"Right Brandon, right now." I commanded the timid male and he whipped out his small cheap Nokia phone, and obeyed my orders.

A few seconds later he had passed the mobile to me and I was about to talk to the main and most reliable gang member of mines. If anyone could find her-it would be him. Let's hope we have some news about Sophia and Zayn too. I've given them another 24 hours, damn it.

"Hello boss. What do you need?" Brandon's Canadian accent was heard through the speaker of this crap phone. It looks like a piece of junk, if I'm honest-can he not afford a better phone?!?!?!

"Becky. She's done yet another runner-this time to London. I have a feeling she's going to see that stupid friend of hers, that Katy girl-"

"-do you mean Caitlin, sir?" Brandon suggested, curiously.

"Yeah, that-her. Can you find her?"

There was a faint pause and I was about to doubt my trust in Brandon if he didn't reply soon, "yes of course you can, boss. You can count on me."

"Let's hope so." and I hung up, showing my dominance just because I can.

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[Brandon]

"What?! What about the desirables-I thought we have to look for them?!" Louisa angrily threw her arms up in the air in annoyance and frustration.

"Hey! Calm down! At least we don't have to stress about them for now, okay?! It's easier to find that crazy chic-the psychotic killer, then to look for this loved up, messed up couple-don't you think?" she doesn't have a brain so she can't think-oops?

"Yeah-but-"

 "-but nothing. We're looking for Becky, end of. What I say goes, alright?! No arguments." I snap at her suddenly and she opens her mouth before shutting it abruptly like she was a goldfish. There was this one time we were at a aquarium for an arson attack, and she saw a goldfish and then she goes, 'how is it still alive and hasn't sunk if that fish is made of gold?!' True story! Is she as stupid as she looks? Nah. She's worse.