Unpredictable (Pt 4)
ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ: 6 Underground
ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Four/Billy // Eight/???
ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ: Four/Billy x male!Oc
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: Fucking Pudding guy
ꜱᴏɴɢ: Don’t wanna be - The Score
𝔹𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥!
ᴀɴ: ᴘɪᴄ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ ᴀꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ? ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴜɴ!
"Just like I explained it to you earlier, some of us can't distance themselves from the horror anymore that humans do to one another. You are one of those people now. "
Eight followed One into the old plane and looked around a bit. Computer screens, a huge pinboard with a map on it and several pictures of people. Some of them were circled, some of them crossed.
And weapons. Actually, mostly guns. All kinds of guns.
Eight looked up and focussed on One who was now standing in front of a wall that had the numbers from two to nine placed on it. Number one was a picture of some old bald man and a gun shot decorated the picture. Looks like they had already eliminated their first goal.
He took a step forward and looked at the picture of the man who seemed kind of familiar.
"Isn't that the guy who was beaten to death by his own people after ordering gas attacks? Ro-Roman, Rovan- "
"Rovach. And yes. He was beaten by his own people. Not to be that person, but it was us, who got him in that situation."
One answered and Eight nodded in anticipation.
"That's quite awesome."
He said and took a step back to let One speak.
Eight now stood right next to Four. Who couldn’t help but noticed how small the boy really was. It was at least ten centimetres difference. Which was impressive because if he wouldn’t have stood there, right next to the blonde man, he probably wouldn’t have come around to notice. Eight had this kind of appearance that made him seem taller than he already was. It was the energy he spread in the room. No space for anyone to criticise him, or notice how small he actually was. But Eight wasn’t as tall as his courage made him, and Four noticed. And he wasn't the only one. But no one said anything, -although Three was already opening his mouth-, but as One started speaking he chose to close it again. Which Probably wasn’t the reason. It was more likely the gaze of Two that had forced him down.
"From now on, Eight, you're dead. You're gonna be restricted to cities that you've never visited before, people that you've never met. All, of course, except your fellow ghosts. None of whom you'll know by name, only number. For safety. And so no one gets too close."
Eight nodded shortly and kept looking at One, who was now starting to explain the current situation.
"This is our target hit board."
He pointed at the wall.
"These nine men have been doing too much shit. Rovach Alimov, Ex-dictator of Turkistan, he ordered gas attacks to destroy hospitals in his own country."
One moved on and ripped a paper from the wall with the number two written on it. He revealed the face of another man.
"Alexander Smirnov. Leader of a big company that has been around for more than twenty years. Ruling the world's supply of medicine."
One paused and turned around.
"Such as medicine that is able to cure cancer."
The older eyed the boy, whose eyes seemed to get even sharper now. And it wasn't just about his eyes but about the whole energy around him. Four dared to take a look at the newbie. He looked so calm, but he felt so explosive. But he didn’t tense. At all. That guy had a form of self-control Four could only wish for.
"He decides the price. But it's not the only thing he decides..."
Four carefully put a little more distance between him and Eight. Small people were always unpredictable. And he preferred to keep his life.
One pointed at one of the bigger pinboards. It was filled with pictures of hospitals. Pictures of people who didn’t look like people anymore. They looked like corpses. Their skin was as white as snow but seemed to have a blue glim, just like they were drowned before the pictures were taken. Their eyes were red, probably due to ruptured blood vessels. Their bones stuck out of their bodies, as if they were starving. Children, elderly people, mothers with new-borns... The sight alone was horrible.
Eight dared to take a step closer and look at them and read the words written on the board. Then he turned around to face One.
"He infects people with different diseases to test his medicine."
One said and took a deep breath before he continued.
"He abducts people from around the world and brings them to Russia. He has been doing this for the past thirty years. And no one ever dared to move against him. Which is where our part begins."
Eights eyes were glued to the pinboard, as if he was searching for something.
"Normally, we'd talk about the details somewhere else but time's running out so we'll have to do this here."
One explained and Eight finally forced himself to turn around. Four was left wondering why he seemed to be so obsessed with the pinboard in front of him. It was a question that was about to stay unanswered for a long time.
"Let me make this short."
One started and walked over to a different board and wrote down the name of the guy they were hunting down.
"This is who we want to defeat. Our endgame, if you want to express it like that."
I certainly don't, Eight thought, as he automatically thought of the last part of the Avengers. He didn't want to be reminded of it.
"The problem is that even if we had the best plan in the world to infiltrate his palace, we wouldn't get very far. We have to put him under pressure."
One circled the name and wrote another one right under it.
"This is where this guy comes in. Ivan Smirnov. Because if there is one thing in the world this bastard loves, it's his son."
He now connected both names with a line.
"But since this weakness of his is well known by all of his enemies, he chose to hide his son. And there is only one other person that knows where to find him."
One then wrote down another name.
"James Thomson. His godfather. Once we get this guy, we can go on and grab his son but-"
One paused, chuckling a little while running his fingers through his hair. He wasn't amused, he was annoyed. Eight raised a brow.
"Let me guess, you don't know where he is so you have to find someone who does."
One pointed at Eight and swung his finger through the air.
"Bingo. But! We do know who the secret keeper is and we have already found him."
"Oh, that's good news I suppose."
Eight responded and leaned against the table.
"It would be."
Four said and Eight turned around to face him with question marks plastered on his face.
"We fucked up and now he's shitscared."
The blonde continued and Seven nodded.
"Four's right. He barricaded himself on a small island. Security everywhere."
He said and One looked at the ground for a second.
"Yeah. But there is a way in. One way."
He looked up and faced all of them before focussing at one of them in particular.
"This is where you come in."
He pointed at Eight before grabbing another picture from the table and putting it on the pinboard. It was a picture of a blonde girl with a bright smile and blue eyes.
Eight crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at the picture with a questioning look before he scoffed.
"Really?"
He asked shortly and shifted a bit.
"I'm a good driver, a talented killer and you recruited me for seducing a girl?"
Complete silence came over them as Eight was done talking. He just summed up yesterday’s discussion about himself. Tension filled all of them. No one could tell whether he'd accept or neglect the mission like it was. But as soon as the young man started to smile, relief spread through the room.
"Nothing easier than that."
Even One seemed relieved to him agreeing and the others looked at the boy.
"Okay, you got any useful information? How old is she, what is she into, does she have any social media I can go through to find out stuff about her?"
Two raised a brow. Eight seemed to know exactly what to do. And… how to win someone over. He had potential.
"We'll get to that point later. Let me finish first."
Eight nodded and leaned back again, his hands placed on the table behind him.
"Okay so here's the point. Her name is Amanda, she is eighteen years old, so two years younger than you are. Nearly three. And she is her father’s little princess. She is allowed to date, but only if that guy is a decent one. Now you'll meet her, and you'll make her fall for you, she will be in a relationship with you and you'll meet her dad on that island. You will go play the polite and innocent guy and find out where he lacks security. You come back, and you'll visit her again. Just not alone. We go in there and make him talk. And believe me, once Two starts working, he WILL talk."
Eight turned around, trying to make out who Two was. Which didn't take him long because Two was smiling briefly.
"Okay, I got it. Be a picture-perfect boyfriend... I should be able to do that."
Eight ran his fingers through his hair, grinning a little.
"So, when do I meet her?"
"Tonight."
Again, Eight had to turn around to face the one speaking. Although he knew who it was this time. The blonde guy who seemed to be about his age. The guy with the good taste. One furrowed his brows.
"Since when are you the one to make decisions?"
Four shook his head and held up the phone he had in his hands.
"Found her social media account. She's going out with friends tonight. Figured this could be a chance."
Eight just couldn't stop grinning and Seven nodded in approval.
"I like you. You have a good taste and you act and don't just talk."
Four smirked a little as he was looking back at Eight before he shrugged and leaned against the wall.
"That's just who I am."
One looked from one of them to the other and he wasn't the only one who found this rather confusing.
"Okay, you're not supposed to flirt with Four, you're supposed to win that girls heart."
Seven interrupted and Four and Eight exchanged amused looks. This was probably the point where Eight first noticed Five. A woman with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. And he probably wouldn't have paid any attention to her if she wouldn't have starred him down.
"Anyways, today it is. I think you'll get enough information about her on the internet. She's pretty stupid so chances are high she'll post where she'll be."
One said and turned around to face the pinboard again. Eight nodded before focussing on Four again.
"When is she going and where will she be?"
Four scrolled through the phone.
"Uhm 9pm at New Hope Club. It's about three hours car drive away from here."
Eight took a look at his watch. But due to the different time zones, it wasn’t accurate anymore.
"You have about six hours left to get ready."
Three said, pointing at his watch before turning around to Two. He seemed to whisper something into her ear that was worth a punch in the side. But also worth a smile. Eight raised a brow but then looked back at the guy in front of him.
"Okay, so, where can I find some food? I am starving."
Four shrugged a little. And the others left the room, one after another.
"I think I still have something in my fridge. Just follow me."
Five eyed them a little. She was the only one left in the room besides the two guys. But Four didn't pay much attention to her and neither did Eight. They just walked off, leaving her.
"So, you're all like a big family or what?"
Eight asked curiously and walked next to Four who started laughing a little.
"Don't use the f word, One hates it."
Eight raised a brow but just shrugged.
"Well, we all have words we hate, right? I mean, totally normal..."
Four looked at Eight and raised a brow.
"Normal?"
Eight faced him and smirked a little.
"Sarcasm, dude, sarcasm."
"Oh."
Four exclaimed and Eight looked at him.
"I'm sorry, I tend to be really sarcastic."
"Nothing you have to be sorry for."
Four shrugged and scratched his head as they walked through the wreck. Eight looked around, he liked the atmosphere. And while they were walking, they eventually passed the glass for the orphan bet. Eight stopped, giving it a confused look.
“What’s that for, tip?”
He asked and Four, who had continued his walking held in and turned around before he grinned a little.
“No. We got a bet going on that One is actually an orphan.”
He casually shrugged and Eight starred at the glass for a while before he faced Four, pointing at the already full thing.
“May I contribute?”
He asked and Four again just shrugged, a small grin captivating his lips.
“Go for it.”
Eight grabbed a little bit of money from what he had in his pocket and put it inside before he kept on following Four.
“There we go.”
The blonde announced as he opened one of the doors which led to a rather big room. And if Eight wouldn’t have known that it was Four who was living here, he probably would have thought it was the room of a teenager. Clothes on the floor, an unmade bed and a Whisky bottle right next to it. The fridge was next to the door. It was chaotic.
“You gotta excuse the mess, I normally don’t like people in my room.”
Four said and Eight just shrugged.
“Relatable, man, also it’s not that bad, I can still spot a bit of the ground.”
Four turned around and wanted to defend himself but Eight shook his head and waved around with his hand.
“Sarcasm. Again. It’s fine, really. I’ve seen worse.”
A small smile came across his face. It was different from his grins and smirks. It was kind of… tender.
“I was just acting, I knew it was sarcasm.”
Four finally said and Eight just nodded, knowing damn well it was a lie. He let it slip this time. Four bend down to open the fridge.
“I can offer some pudding and uhhh some sandwiches and sausages and tomatoes.”
The blonde turned around and scanned Eight from head to toe. The raven-haired looked at him, kind of confused, kind of dumbfounded.
“You look like a pudding guy.”
Four finally said and grabbed one to give it to the other who looked at him, not knowing whether he should be offended by the comment or astonished by Fours guessing skills.
“Chill, I just figured you liked pudding. Didn’t mean to offend you.”
Four grinned devilishly and Eight playfully lifted a finger as if he was about to give Four a lecture.
“Watch it, I might get revenge on you. Never underestimate a small person.”
Four just chuckled and walked over to his bed and let himself fall. Eight eyed him shortly.
“You wanna keep standing there and look at me or come here and stalk that girls social media? I promise it has a lot to offer.”
Eight raised a brow.
“I think I’ll join you when you give me a spoon.”
Silence. Four looked up from the phone to raise a brow at Eight while said person blinked shortly before his eyes grew bigger and he looked at the ground, rubbing his sleeves.
“Oh god what did I say…”
Four, who really had to hold himself back raised his voice.
“Do you prefer the small spoon or the big one?”
Eight looked up again and he saw how hard Four was holding himself back. And he decided that he wanted the other to lose this game. He raised a brow before running a finger through his hair while smiling in a kind of shy way.
“I guess it depends but... I’d prefer it if you’d give me the big spoon.”
Four blinked a bit before he started laughing loudly. His laughter was like a wave of happiness echoing through the room and it made Eight laugh as well. Screw winning this game.
“Your acting is on point I nearly fell for it.”
Four said and Eight chuckled a little as he shook his head.
“Gotta try harder next time.”
Four also couldn’t help but shake his head a little, still grinning. Eight shrugged and tapped his pudding.
“Still need a spoon to eat.”
“Eat with your fingers.”
“Oh I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
And again, Eight and Four had to laugh. But this time Four finally got the new boy a spoon before the latter sat down next to him. The ice was broken.
“So, what do you think, is she hot?”
Eight asked as he ate his food, leaning over to look at the screen of the phone.
“Kind of, but I am not into blonde girls.”
Four said and scrolled through the account.
They spent about an hour on going through her feed before Eight let himself fall back to contemplate what kind of guy this girl was into.
“I think she’s into trouble. I mean, her dad supervises her all the time. Bet she’d like a little adventure.”
Four said as he looked at Eight. Eight returned his gaze with a thoughtful look on his face.
“But I have to be a good son in law as well so… Maybe some nice-asshole kind of guy?”
Eight asked and Four nodded a little.
“Sounds good. So what’s a nice asshole name?”
He asked back and Eight starred at the ceiling.
“Probably Jack. It’s easy to memorize, catchy, neither good nor bad and likable.”
“Jack is too ordinary.”
Eight raised a brow at him.
“What am I supposed to call myself then, Hamish or what?”
Four looked at him questioning.
“Hamish is a bad decision, really.”
“Sarcasm, spoon boy, sarcasm.”
“Why am I the spoon boy? If I remember clearly, you were the one craving a spoon!”
“Well but you are in possession of the spoon, makes you the spoon boy.”
“I think it makes me a spoon master.”
Four exclaimed and it was silent for a second until they started laughing again.
“FOR FUCKS SAKE, I am- I am trying to stay serious!”
Eight said between laughter.
“But fine, from now on you’re the spoon master.”
Before Eight had joined them, Four probably never realized how much he had missed laughing. Of course, the others were funny too and they all spent some time laughing together, but he was always the youngest around them and the age gap showed. He used to have whole meme wars with six or they spent their time on reading dick jokes. But the last year he really missed it. He couldn’t socialize with others his age. He simply wasn’t allowed to. The person he got along with the best was Seven. But he didn’t get all of the jokes. Which was kind of sad, because it was some quality humour wasted.
But those times seemed to be over now. Finally.
Little did he know that Eight thought about it the same way. He had missed laughing. But unlike Four, he wasn’t unable to socialize with others his age. He simply refused to. He rather spent his time working or trying to figure out where his target was instead of laughing. But now that he did, he came to notice how much he had missed this. And he was already excited to really befriend this Four guy.
After it took them an hour to decide on a name, they settled for Jacob West and Eight prepared for his role. He kept his outfit but opened the first three buttons and added a plain silver necklace which rested on his bare chest.
“Mate, are you done? You’re running a bit out of time here.”
Four said but didn’t get any respond so he looked up from the phone.
“Eight, you’ll be late… to your date.”
He chuckled a little about the included rhyme and Eight turned around.
“Did you just rhyme about me ruining the mission?”
Four shrugged.
“I assume I did.”
He said, kind of amused. Eight scoffed a little
“You’re unbelievable.”
He stretched shortly and yawned a little.
“I’m already tired as fuck.”
He announced and walked out of the room with Four following.
“Wait, you still need your equipment.”
One said and Eight turned around to face him.
“Are you sure you want to listen to me flirting? Don’t you think it’s a bit weird?”
“It is very weird but it’s safer that way.”
One admitted and Eight just obeyed and let Five adjust everything before he made his way to his car.
“I’ll turn it on when I’m there, no offense but I need some music. Some loud music.”
He said before getting in the car. Four stood next to it.
“Don’t be late, Eight. You might get laid mate.”
A cocky smirk snug onto the blonde mans face.
“I hope I won’t.”
Eight laughed a little and Four just raised a brow at him.
“You don’t like sex?”
“Oh I love sex, but I gotta like a person to enjoy it. Like… Like like.”
“You mean love?”
“I guess so, yeah.”
“Love is bullshit, did that once, never doing it again.”
Now Eight crocked a brow before he scanned Four, clicking his tongue with a slight smirk on his face.
“What a pity.”
He said and Four looked at him confused.
“What?”
Eight shrugged and turned on the engine of his car, the smirk still on his face.
“Sarcasm?”
Four asked and Eight laughed a little.
“No, dead serious. See you later.”
He closed the door and waved before he drove off, leaving Four completely dumbfounded. But said person could just smile.
“Fucking pudding guy.”