Bolt’s Point of View
The day passed quickly. I didn’t even realize it was already the first week of October. For the past few days, I hadn’t been myself—locked away in my room, consumed by the thought that Devon and I had ended things.
FLASHBACK
I swallowed hard—again and again—when I saw Devon crying in front of me. I had yanked at my own hair, cursed at myself multiple times. I hated myself because she was crying—because she was hurt—and it was all my fault. And I hated it even more because she was angry at me, because I’d broken up with her.
“Fuck you, Bolt! You’re so infuriating, Harrington!” she screamed through sobs, over and over again.
It was late at night, and we were outside her house. I tugged at my hair once more, my jaw clenched tight. I wanted to go to her, to hold her—but I couldn’t. I had to endure this. I had to stop myself from hugging her. She was furious with me. Absolutely furious.
“You’ve got some nerve! You courted me just to hurt me?! Seriously?! You’re the worst, Harrington!” she shouted through her tears. “Calling me ‘babe’ and all that sweet talk—just to leave me in the end? Fuck you!”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you,” was all I could say.
I had to stop myself from slipping. I couldn’t tell her the truth. I wanted so badly to go to her. Damn it—I wanted to so much—but I couldn’t. We were spiraling, and if I stayed, things would only get worse. Damn it!
“You hurt me and now you’re saying sorry? Are you insane?!” she screamed again, her voice shaking. Then, she softened, her strength draining. “Please… don’t do this,” she begged.
I bit my lip hard, restraining myself from embracing and kissing her. Damn it. Why was she so stubborn? I backed away just to stop myself.
“Leave! And don’t ever show your face to me again! I hate you!” she yelled, turning away.
I wanted to run after her—but I didn’t. She disappeared from view, and I could only let out a heavy sigh. I turned away. Just as I was about to get into my car, I was yanked back and punched hard in the jaw.
When I looked up, I saw Denim—fuming with rage. I understood. He was mad because I hurt his twin. His jaw clenched as he grabbed me by the collar and cursed me out.
“Fuck you, Bolt! Why did you have to hurt my sister?! What was so wrong with your relationship that you had to break up with her?!” he yelled in my face.
I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth. Slowly, I pried his hand off my collar. I was going insane with everything happening.
“I had to leave. We—we all need to leave. We don’t want to drag you into this mess. So while everything’s still in chaos, we need to stay away.”
“What are you talking about, Harrington? What mess?” His jaw tightened. “What exactly are you four?”
I had made up my mind. I would tell him everything. I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do, but I needed someone to understand us. And I hoped it would be Denim. That he wouldn’t judge us—because in the end, it was all for their safety too.
We got inside my car, and there, I told him everything. I had to. One of them needed to know what we really were. So they wouldn’t drive themselves crazy wondering why we had to disappear.
“Nothing that happened was an accident, Denim. It was all connected to us. What happened at school last month—it had everything to do with the four of us.” I sighed and looked away. “We’ve gone on thousands of missions and completed them. But this time, we’re failing. That’s why we have to disappear.”
“You were agents?” he asked, and I nodded slowly. “Fuck.”
“None of it was a coincidence. Everything had a reason. Remember what happened to you at the cemetery?” I asked, and he nodded. “I wasn’t just passing by—I was following you at that time.”
He held his forehead and exhaled sharply. His mouth hung open, at a loss for words.
“We’ve been protecting you for almost six months, Denim. And the reason we always knew where you were… is because we were tracking you.” I showed him my wristwatch, and his eyes widened. “Everything has a reason. But please, keep this a secret.”
I explained everything—everything in a way he could understand, in a way he wouldn’t judge us. I laid out my entire plan. And just as I expected, he was too stunned to speak.
“What if you die on this mission? How will you return to my sister?” he asked quietly.
I gave a bitter smile. “In a situation like this, dying would be sweet—because I know I’d die protecting her. I’d die for her.”
END OF FLASHBACK
Now things have gotten even worse. Dash and Hayes have been missing for a week now, and there’s still no sign of them. Mavis was becoming reckless—fragile. She lashed out constantly, always furious. We didn’t know how to handle her anymore.
I flinched when my phone rang. I picked up immediately—it was Merville.
“Bolt, we’re at headquarters. Please help us, Bolt. Mavis is losing it again.”
I rushed to my car and drove straight to HQ. I didn’t know why, but I had a terrible feeling in my gut—like something awful had happened. I overtook every car, almost getting into accidents more than once. I barely held myself together.
Even before I could fully enter the building, I froze.
Outside was chaos.
I squeezed through the crowd of agents gathered at the entrance—and what I saw made my eyes go wide.
Mavis was on the ground, crying, cradling Dash’s lifeless body in her arms. He was covered in bruises, battered beyond recognition—like he’d been tortured. His swollen body was limp.
“Monsters!” Mavis screamed between sobs.
No. This can’t be. Dash is gone. No—he can’t be.
“AHHHHHH! Monsters! Bastards!” she screamed again.
I turned to look at Merville—she was silently crying. Yvo, too. The pain in their eyes as they looked at their shattered sister was unbearable.
“Merville, what happened?”
“They found Dash and Hayes floating in a barrel… I didn’t know what to do… I feel so bad for Mavis…” she sobbed again.
“Where’s Hayes?” I dared to ask.
“He’s in the hospital, Bolt. Critical condition,” Yvo answered.
Hayes was their real target. Dash was just collateral. My jaw tensed from the rage. I couldn’t take it. I wanted revenge so badly—but I didn’t even know who to take it out on.
Then, Mavis suddenly stood up. She grabbed one of the guards’ guns and fired it repeatedly at a tree near us. She only stopped when she ran out of bullets. Then she cried again—until she passed out.
Please… have mercy on us.

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