Sidemen//Oneshots

Part 2 to "This was fun to write".

2 years later (Harold is 18 now)

"Sarah! Where's Simon?" Harry asked, his feet dangling off the wall as he watched the second in command return from their hunt. "Oh! Harry, he didn't tell you? He went on a different mission than I did." Harrys eyebrows furrowed and he slipped off the wall. "Why wouldn't he tell me?" "Maybe because you'd freak out." Sarah suggested with a small smirk, her hand on her hip as she gestures to Harry.

"Did he say when he'll be back?" Sarah shook her head as a no, waving a goodbye when Talia started to cause a ruckus.

"Simon..." Harry whispered, looking out of the gate towards the forest. I spent my life out there. . .I'm sure It'll be alright if I just took a small look...

Harry thought to himself, looking around. The only guard on gaye duty was Jackson, who was asleep ontop of the hospital roof. Harry smiled and slipped out underneath the bar, still slightly raised from when Sarah returned.

Harry broke off into a casual jog, making his way into the forest. What kind of mission would Simon take that would upset Harry?

A kill mission?

Harry frowned and started to run, going towards the camp across the river. Harrys feet slammed against the water, ripples effecting throughout the river, scaring any creatures around.

Harry ran back into the forest on the other side, slowing down his run to be quieter. 

"So, how do we do this, Sir?" Jasper, one of Sarahs guard members, asked to another.  "We get in the tree, I'll drop down ontop of their biggest building and make the offer." Simon's voice whispered back, the sound of leaves moving soon after.  Harry looked up into the tree and watched as a group of 4 climbed up the tree Infront of him.

Simon climbed up as high as the tree could hold his weight. The blonde crawled towards the end of the branch, dropping down onto the building below. A large bang rang out as his feet connected with metal.

"Logan! Get out here!" Some other voice shouted, far too panicked to be on Simons side. Harry watched in confusion as another tall blonde excited the building Simon was stood upon. "There he is. The killer." 'Logan' smiled at Simon, "To what do I owe the honor to be graced with your presence, Simon?" Simon scowled and raised his gun out of the pocket. "You tried to kill two of my men, Logan. Two men who mean a lot to me." Simon shouted, authority evident in his voice. Logan smiled again, holding his hand up to make his few men lower their weapons.

"Who? The big black guy and the one with the beard? I didn't see anything special about th-" Simon snarled and pressed the trigger, Logans hand being shot in the middle and acid burning the rest of the hand off. 

Logan released a scream of pain, falling to his knees and held his wrist. "Acid bullets. Cool right? Made them just for you, bitch." Simon jumped down from one roof onto a lower one until he was on the ground, gun pointed at Logans head. "I'm not going to kill you, Logan. But I am going to hurt you." Jasper appeared from a different building, another blonde held tightly in his grasp, the blonde with a knife against his throat. "Wanna take a guess on what that knife has on it, Logan? I'll give you a hint. It starts with ass and ends with Id." Simon nodded at Jasper who in return raised the knife and pulled it down against the  blondes cheek. The skin burnt off until the only thing showing was bone.