A Clan Of Misfits (TTEOTS x BTS)

Chapter 3 - MIA (Pt 1)

//8 Hours Earlier//

- Four's POV -

I stare blankly at the road ahead. This was going to be easy - I've done harder missions in my sleep. The light turns green in the corner of my eye and I don't hesitate to floor the gas. I smirk as Eight jolts awake in the back. It's quite amusing watching the others react to my fast driving - I'm often mocked for being 'lazy', but I just don't care for the unimportant things in life. Missions are important and when all I have to do is push my foot down or pull a trigger, I can react impossibly quickly. Operation Angmar is to thank for that. Although I'm sure I could still be the best gun in Olympia without that disgusting experiment.

I've always been a confident person. For as long as I can remember, I have trusted myself to deal with what life throws at me. If ever there were obstacles in my way, I could always count on myself to push forward and keep going, even if that meant gaining a few bruises. Just keep going. Keep functioning. Survive in this fucked up world.

Why was this world fucked up? Because no one cares anymore.

Sometimes, I would think God or whoever is supposed to be watching over us has just given up. Just let this world become rotten, to the point where all we can do is survive off of pure desperation and greed. Fucking greed. The word makes my skin crawl. Unfortunately, I've seen what that particular sin can do all too well. I have dealt with having to see, to feel, the people around me every second of the day. But what I truly despise is having to hear the heartbeat of a child fade away, or the blood pouring out of someone hundreds of metres away, unable to shake the feeling that I could have done something. Anything. Just to experience it again and again and the main culprit is always fucking greed. People want more than they have. They want, no, need, more power. More weapons and death; more murderers like me. My hands grip the steering wheel tighter. Everything is too loud. My anger boils inside me restlessly. Five's heart is racing; he's nervous. He's always fucking nervous. Why can't he be quiet?  I'm not even having to use my augs... Six tells me I need to set aside some time for understanding my personal problems. He just means I have issues. A glitch in my system. 

My knuckles are white, so I soften my grip on the wheel. I'm fine, I have always been able to be fine. I just have to make myself forget. I return my attention to driving, my blank expression masking my inner turmoil.

- Eight's POV -

Four seems stressed again. He can be quite difficult to read sometimes but I think I'm getting there. Maybe I should say something... Actually, that might just do more harm than good. I rub my elbow with a sour expression. Four, unlike Three, doesn't make me wear a seatbelt when I don't want to, so how come he drives like a maniac? He always tells me I'll regret it, but is a point proven worth my life? Yeah, I know seatbelts are good and safe and all, but I just can't get comfortable wearing one. And I know Four doesn't really want to hurt me. Wait... is he smirking? Wow.

At the moment, it's just Four, Five and me in the car. Five always insists on riding shotgun so I'm in the back on my own. I don't mind though. I get the whole bench to stretch out on - when Four isn't trying to shoot me out of the windscreen, of course. Sometimes people compare me to a cat when I lounge like this and I quite like it. It's cute. Maybe I would land on my feet if I do end up flying... I sigh as I think of Monarch. I wonder what he's doing now... Is he okay without me?  I giggle at the memory of coming back to my room one day having been gone for almost a whole 30 minutes. It was back when he was quite clumsy and still totally dependent on me, but I assumed he would be fine. I mean, it was only half an hour. He had managed to find my fishnet vest (the one I wear on missions to flaunt my... charms) and get himself all tangled up in it - destroying almost everything in the process. Even my favourite picture frame... I had come back to see it smashed on the floor, but luckily the actual photo was okay. It's rare to see people keep photos these days but I just find an odd charm to it. Like little pocket memories!

Ah, I should really focus on the mission. But it's taking so long to get there. I hold back a whine and play with the sleeves of my jumper instead. Olympia is really huge when you think about it. It can take almost a whole day to get from one side to another. Apparently, cities never used to be this big, but with so much of the world's surface being a wasteland now, they have to be to fit all the people in. Still, I wish it wasn't so crowded here.

I glance over at Five. He's looking out of his window, probable staring off into space. I sigh and reach my foot over to poke at his side; I'm not allowing him to go all serious on me - he's been doing enough of that lately. He yelps and shoots me a cheeky grin while pushing it away, then he begins his attempt to turn on the radio. I sit up and think back to our conversation with Seven in the relaxation area as my lips form a pout. I know it still bothers Five. She assumed that we would get tired of having to use our augs on people and fake our identities. I still don't really know why she would think that - I like who I am and what I can do. I can make anyone do anything for me and I see no downside to that! I almost got her, too... Sure I may not have many real friends, but I get enough from my targets to satisfy my needs. Who, by the way, are always criminal in one way or another, so it's okay to play with them. And I have my teammates, too. And Monarch! How come Five seems so lonely sometimes? He went all quiet and contemplative after that talk. I don't like it when he's sad, but there's only so much I can do to cheer him up. He just has to get over the guilt he feels each time he uses someone and... no that sounds wrong. But... I mean... it's our jobs and our lives, and we don't get to pick and choose. He should be able to deal with that by now.

Suddenly, a heavy bass line blasts through the car at full volume. Four cusses and slams on the brakes, shooting me forward into the front. I somehow end up crumpled into Four's footwell and for once in my life feel thankful for being small - being any taller could have decapitated me! Unfortunately, I'm still definitely getting an 'I told you so' from Four. Five fumbles around in shock before he somehow manages to stop the music and offers us a sheepish smile. Four has stopped clutching his ears and is now shooting Five a glare that would rival the devil's. I grasp the steering wheel and clamber out of the small space I was lodged in, finally taking a deep breath. It was really stuffy down there... It takes me a moment to realise that I'm literally sat on Four's lap and I freeze up. Five uses the opportunity to start shoving himself into the back as fast as he humanly can - before Four can latch onto him and choke him to death. I don't blame him. Four is staring at me. I'm staring at Four. This is awkward.

"I told you so."

- Five's POV -

I'm having to spend the rest of the car journey in the back with Eight. He didn't get banned from the front like I did, so he could've taken the passenger seat, but I think Four hyung is just too intimidating for him. I'm slightly jealous at how nimble he was at jumping through the seats though, I swear it took me a lifetime to get back here. Maybe it's because I'm quite a bit taller than him. Or... I look down at my tummy and shake my head. Man, it's difficult being so huggable sometimes; maybe this is how Three feels about his 'handsome face'... It's also proving difficult to restrain myself from singing along to the radio (which is playing at a reasonable volume now), but I daren't just in case I get another glare from Four. He can be scary sometimes, but I think he still cares for us all. I suspect he put it back on to comfort me after he roasted my ass on how I was an embarrassment to whatever planet I came from. I won't quote because he swore a lot, too... And yes, I might be sulking, but only a little bit. I think I just need to sleep it off.

-- AUTHOR'S NOTE--

I hope the POV changes are okay to handle I just love showing the contrast between the characters. I hope it's not too difficult to follow! Lemme know pls